Page 58 of Saving Destiny

After he’s had his fill of studying me, he glances toward Kodi. “Soon, ghost, you will be in this position.” Avery intentionally keeps his gaze on my best friend as he lowers his head and flicks his tongue against my still-swollen clit.

The ghost flashes into solidity at the vampire’s deliberate words and action, and he maintains the state for a minute or more. His breathing automatically starts when he’s corporeal, and his chest rises and falls with harsh, labored inhalations. One of his hands reaches downward to press against the bulge in his pants, and I realize he’s solid all over. His pained groan causes the raging desire to flood back into me with all the force it had a couple minutes ago.

I think I might go insane if this doesn’t progress more quickly. I reach for Avery and wrap my fingers around his firm cock. His skin is soft everywhere, but here he feels like silk. A needy moan vibrates against my clit and pulls a matching sound from my throat. I slowly slide my palm up and down his throbbing length. I realize that the magic restoring his vision requires very little effort on my part, so I push it to the back of my mind.

“Avery,” I gasp. My clit aches from his attention, and I want something different now. “I want you inside me.”

“Yes,mon trésor.” The accented French endearment sounds reverent and sexy as he moves to grant my wish.

Seeing the vampire kneeling between my legs is erotic, and I pant with need. I can’t wrap my legs around him like I’ve read about in books. He assists by holding them in the crook of his elbows, and the position offers perfect alignment.

His cock nudges against my entrance, and I fear I’ll die from lack of air as I wait for him to fill me. Avery has unlimited patience, though. The only indication that he’s equally affected is the flash of crimson in his eyes and his tense muscles as he scans my face for permission or reluctance.

“Please …,” I beg shamelessly. His tongue and lips nearly drove me to an orgasm, but my body needs him inside me.

Holding my gaze, he pushes into me. I feel a momentary sting, which is nothing like the level of pain I’m used to, but it fades as rapidly as it appears. Kodi’s hand grazes my bare arm and his touch heightens the sensation of completeness as Avery sheathes himself to the hilt.

My hips squirm when the vampire doesn’t move fast enough for me, and lights burst in my vision when he starts. The erotic friction feels better than I dreamed it would, and my hands grip the sheets tightly as his pelvis rocks against mine before pulling out. His fangs have fully descended and his eyes shine crimson so I tilt my head toward Kodi and expose my neck in permission.

Avery falls upon me like the predator he is, and I cry out in pleasure when his tongue flicks against my pulse. His hips maintain a steady rhythm as his teeth puncture my skin and fire floods over me from the overwhelming sensations. There’s no pain – only the pressure of his teeth and the pull of his lips as he feeds.

I was wrong –thisis better than I could have dreamed. My grip shifts to Avery’s upper arms, and I cling to him as he moves inside me. I meet every thrust, instinctively matching his pace and tightening around him when he’s all the way inside me. The pressure inside me builds with relentless insistence.

I’m actually grateful for the mirror because it offers a fantastic view of the vampire’s muscles flexing in his back and butt. After a few seconds of suckling on my neck, Avery pulls away and licks the wound closed. His lips are dark red and the shade intensifies the wild desire in his eyes as he memorizes the contours of my face. I realize he’s as much beast as man, but this doesn’t bother me.

The vampire is so aware of my needs that he reads my desire in the flutter of my eyelashes and the pace of my breath. His thrusts increase in speed and pressure as he maintains his passionate assault. Kodi remains corporeal for longer moments of time. He touches a part of me every time he’s solid – grazing my arm, my shoulder, my breast, and my thigh as if he can’t decide where he wants to be more.

Every one of the ghost’s longing caresses enhances my pleasure and brings me closer to the brink. I might die from unchecked desire if I ever have more than one corporeal man in my bed for the entire duration. The stimulating intensity of their combined attention is almost too much.

Avery’s breathing becomes more hoarse and his thrusts become more unchecked as we both near our peaks. I might be moaning or screaming – I really don’t care which – as I hold him tight with one hand and grip Kodi’s hand with the other. I want him here with me, ghost or not, and he remains warm and solid in my grasp for several minutes.

The vampire thrusts roughly, grunting with primitive pleasure, and my inner walls clench him tightly as my mouth opens in a mostly silent scream. Pleasure breaks over me like waves pounding against the shore, pulsing and throbbing as I ride them until I break. Fire suffuses my skin and my body leaves my control as I come harder than I ever have. I barely hear Avery’s groan a second after, but the pulse of his cock within me feels like a second orgasm. I gasp and groan alongside Avery and grasp Kodi’s hand so tightly that I’m grateful his bones can’t be broken.

Avery collapses on top of me and my body jolts with powerful aftershocks. The prickle of ozone returns, indicating that Kodi has lost his hold on his body. I release him when he gently pulls away, but I’m momentarily scared he’ll leave. He doesn’t … yet. I try to regain my breath while studying the return of his fully incorporeal body again. Is he mourning his life or regretting his ghostliness? He offers me a shy smile and a stab of longing pierces my chest, but he doesn’t reveal his inner thoughts.

Turning back to Avery, I place a tender kiss on his forehead. Although he did most of the physical work, he’s not sweaty. His breathlessness appears to be a product of his pleasure and not overexertion.

“Thank you, Zosia. That was … so good.” He struggles for the right word, and it has to be the first time I’ve heard him speak without eloquence. His silver eyes are tender and his voice is choked with emotion.

“I agree. It was so good,” I say with a slightly teasing smile. The words don’t do our time together any justice, but I know he can feel my emotions like I can his. “Thank you, Avery.”

Almost absently, my magic switches. Instead of restoring his sight, it transfers to offering him the reflection in the mirror. His body jolts and a stab of self-consciousness enters my awareness. For the first time ever, it doesn’t belong to me. He doesn’t like his scars, either, and I know my guess is as true as if he’d said it aloud.

Experimentally, I paint an image over the lash marks with my mind. At first, I start drawing the lines of pages and books but erase it when I realize I’m creating a tattoo for me on his body. Reading isn’t as easy for him as it is for me. Instead, I draw wings. I hide the scars behind outlines of feathers. The wings cover more area and create a satisfying mural that disguises the torture of his past. They’re not in color, but they’re gorgeous and suit his Fae-inspired body and face. It’s easy to imagine him with real wings. Once I’m satisfied, I offer the picture to him.

His body jolts with shock, and I’m worried that he thinks I’ve tattooed his back without permission. “It’s not real – just my imagination,” I reassure him.

He shakes his head hard enough that strands of silver hair fly against both his face and mine. “It’s not that. I think it’s perfect and so beautiful. I’ve admired your wings since I first saw them.” His voice conveys honesty and appreciation.

“Maybe the library will make it real,” I respond with a shrug. “Thank you, by the way. Thank you for making my first time so good. And thank you, Kodi, for staying,” I tell the ghost as I glance at him.

“I’m grateful that you both let me watch,” Kodi replies, and I try to remember the last time I heard him say something positive. It doesn’t happen often. “I felt genuine pleasure and desire for a couple minutes – it’s almost like I was really alive.” His voice is humble and faintly awed; it makes me question why he’s not solid now. Did he use up his minutes?

“How so?” I ask with a mischievous smile.

“I got hard all over,” he confirms with an answering grin.

My lips twitch and my cheeks redden. “Were you able to … could you …?”

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