Page 25 of Wings of Desire

I whimper with excitement, feeling my body throb at the delicious temptation of his punishment. “Yes, I understand.”

He kisses my thigh as two of his thick fingers enter me, forcing me to fight against the desire to close my eyes with pleasure. Xakiras goes back below to lick at my clit, this time much faster than before. The way his tongue moves makes my hips rise and grind against his face, but the entire time, he’s looking at me. The fire and lust in his eyes take my own to new heights.

It builds slowly, simmering like a tiny flame, and with each thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue, I writhe under his attentions.

“Please!” I don’t know why I’m begging; it flies out of my mouth, anyway.

Xakiras doesn’t allow me to come. He stops hooking his fingers inside me while his tongue goes back inside his mouth. “On your stomach. Now.”

His fingers disappear, and I curse at the loss of him. “What? Why?”

I blink in a daze, searching up into his bright white eyes, finding him entirely stone-faced. “Did I ask? I am fairly certain I told you to get on your stomach.”

Sitting up, I roll onto my stomach for him, making sure to do it slowly. The metal side of the cot digs into my chest, but I desire what’s coming next.

Xakiras wastes no time as his hands roam over my body, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. He finds the edges of the green shift, and flips it upward onto my back, digging his fingers roughly into the globes of my ass.

“Mm...look at you,” he purrs, grabbing hold of my hips.

With a jerk, he tilts my hips up so that my ass is in the air, while another set of hands grabs my hair, yanking my head back.

I whine at the roughness, and my pussy throbs in response. Already I feel so wet that it drips down my thighs. When something wetter rubs itself between my legs, I groan and arch toward it.

“Please, Xakiras, I want you.” I whimper, grinding against his cock.

As he lines himself up with my entrance, he presses in while he pulls my hair backward. “You feel so amazing.” His voice is a rasp and deeper than usual, which makes me feel as if I’m a goddess to be worshiped.

The moment he’s seated all the way inside me, he says, “I do not want you to come until I say so.” He drags himself out of me, only to thrust into me so deeply that my breath catches. “Can you do that, prettyotoki?”

Managing a mewl as response, he digs his fingers into my hips, and the one in my hair grips my head tighter while he pounds into me with abandon. Every flick of his hips spirals his cock inside me. The long feather-like tendrils on his groin reach out, playing with the skin on my thighs, making my back arch.

As they stroke and tickle me, he thrusts so roughly that my hands grip to the side of the cot, afraid I may slide off it. I feel every blissful inch of him, and as he swells inside me, my moans echo around the camp.

Xakiras’s hand in my hair disappears, and I let my neck fall limp with a relieved sigh. Every bone in my body feels ready to snap.

His hand moves between my legs, and I whine, bucking away before he can touch my clit. “No, don’t!” I beg in bleating whispers, “I’ll come.”

If he gives me friction there, my tightly wound body will combust into hundreds of pieces.

Xakiras grunts in response with a rough smack on my ass. “Do not, not until I tell you.”

As his fingers work me over in sync with each grind of his hips, my moans become sobs, begging him to let me come as the sensation builds in my core.

The feeling of his nails digging into the skin of my hips is so deep that I cry in pain and pleasure. The sensations are everywhere, and everything feels too incredible.

Bearing down, I allow myself to disassociate to a place where I feel hollow, where no sensations pass through. The numbness feels safe, secure and yet I continue to beg him. “Please, please, please let me!” I chant, and Xakiras’s hands shove me flat onto the cot, grinding into my ass with rough, brutal grunts.

“No, not yet.” His hands go to the sides of my neck, making each breath a trial.

This unfamiliar sensation of being unable to breathe makes the wave I’m in roar higher until the hollow place I go for safety roars to life again with feeling. “Please! Fuck!”

Xakiras ignores my pleading, fucking me so fiercely that my teeth clack together. “Come for me, my sweet flower.”

The sound of his strained voice and permission washes over me with relief. My body goes rigid; my toes crack, and I scream out in pleasure as my pussy hugs his cock.

Leaning his body against my back, he holds me against him, slowly thrusting into me. The sweat coating his body feels cool against my hot skin, and devilishly I think of licking it off him.

Xakiras’s tongue flicks out at my ear, and I hear the strain in his voice as he grunts, “I love you.”

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