Page 83 of Of Flames and Fallacies

“Is this what you want?” he rasps.

“Please...need,” is the best I can answer, my chest and core unbearably tight.

His fingers sink into my thighs, pulling them apart. A hot, wet flick skims my slit, and a shot of lightning rockets into my core. My hopelessly hungry body squirms in response for more. He obliges in a series of careful and slow flicks, licks, and sucks. I clap a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet, squeezing my eyes shut to fight each whimper and moan squeaking out of my mouth. He quickens, chasing after my pleasure. Each movement quicker and firmer, until I’m teetering toward an edge I’m sure to fall off of.

I lunge forward, snatching his hair in my hands as if it’ll secure me. “Cole,” I whisper.

He digs his tongue deeper inside of me, his nose rubbing circles against my clit. My toes curl, and my thighs instinctively squeeze together, but he keeps them parted with sure hands.

“Cole!” I hiss again, my eyes flashing open.

He doesn’t stop, devouring me lick by lick. His eyes lazily flick up to meet mine, that all-knowing glint in his eyes. Gods, his eye contact alone makes me crumble.

My back arches off the desk, a cry slipping from my lips as I shatter. I slap a hand back over my mouth, silencing myself. His fingers dig harder into my inner thighs, pinning me open as he finishes me off.

When I stop trembling from the aftershocks, he plants a kiss on my slit and kisses up my body to my mouth. The ache and need rushes in again on a new tide.

We tear his clothes off and fling them to the floor like an afterthought. The dim light etches every crevice and angle of him in tantalizing shadows. My gaze crawls over every inch of him, down to the deep V cutting between his hips and dipping down to his eager cock.

Fuck, he is incredible. Every month here has chiseled the marble of him into a statuesque build that’s meant to be worshiped—meant to be cherished and ravaged all at once.

I stretch onto my back, lifting my hips to him impatiently. He teases my soaked entrance with the head of his meaty cock, and his heated gaze finds mine. But he pauses, waiting for permission. I grab his throbbing cock with a nod and rub the tip against me, my wetness teasing his jaw slack before I guide him into me.

As he slides into me, filling and stretching me with a slow burn, I moan.

His eyes flutter closed, his head sagging forward and mouth parting in pure ecstasy. “Fuck…oh, fuck.”

My breath sticks in my lungs as I wait to adjust to his size, and I open my legs wider for him. Slowly, inch by inch, he moves closer, burying his thick cock inside of me until he’s completely filled me.

He leans down and nibbles on the sensitive skin between my ear and neck, his hand resting around my throat as he begins to rock his hips into me. I melt under his touch, a liquid fire flaring inside of me as his heavy, tight breath whispers near my ear. I curl my legs around his waist, inviting him closer.

Gods, I would surrender every part of me to him. Anything to keep us here in this moment. Connected as one.

His rhythm catches fire, thrusting harder into me. My body clenches around his width, plummeting us both into a heap of staggered, heavy breaths. I grapple for him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I sink my fingertips into his shoulders. He slams his hips into me hungrily, and the desk creaks underneath us. He freezes and sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me over to his bed.

As soon as we fall into the comfort of his sheets, he’s back to rolling his hips into me. His strokes become deeper, his hand still wrapped around my throat, and his forehead leaned into mine. Both of our gazes are focused on where he plunges into me, his cock glistening with my arousal every time he withdraws. My body writhes in response to each plunge, each achingly, deliberate pump is ecstasy. My legs shake, and I’m begging him to move faster to fill that void. As my mouth falls open to moan, he kisses me, capturing each groan and whimper from me. I thread my fingers into his hair, my racing heart threatening to drown out the smacking sound of our sweaty bodies sliding against each other. A heavy, tight tension coils in my core, roaring to an inferno begging for release. I’m lost in the abyss of him. Lost to his scent, his touch, his sounds—his everything.

“Cole...” I warn.

He locks eyes with me, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. With a nod of his head, he covers my mouth with his hand to silence my whimpers and kisses my forehead.

I dig my fingers into his back, clinging to him with such an effort that he flinches. My body sings in euphoria as I spiral into an earth shattering high, my skin blazing as I shudder and quake underneath him.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I cry out, and he keeps that pace and depth until my legs stop shaking, and I’m able to catch my breath. His hand slips off my mouth to cradle the side of my face. He kisses me, claiming my mouth as his. Drillinghis hips into me over and over, his breathing becomes more strained, movements more choppy, until he curls himself into me and succumbs to his own pleasure. Sinking his face into the crook of my neck, he bites into the pillow behind me to strangle his groan as he fills me with his release. His body weight pins me down with a heavy comfort as he fights to catch his breath.

We lay there: naked, sweating, and panting as he kisses my neck and jaw.

“Gods, I’ve missed that.” I breathe as my heartbeat slows from a gallop.

He smiles in agreement and showers me in tender kisses around my face until he reaches my mouth, and kisses me—long and slow. Intentionally, and deliberately.

“I love you, Katerina Blackwind,” he vows between my kisses.

He shifts off me and onto his back, pulling me over to lay on his chest. One of his arms wraps around my shoulders, and the other traces light circles on my side. He presses another kiss to my temple.

As our breath slows, we flutter into sleep.

Connected once more, as we were.

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