Page 36 of To No End

Within seconds he was over me, between me, arriving like an answer to a prayer. He ran his hands along every bare inch of me. I stopped pleasing myself, unaware if I was going to regret that, and grabbed his face pulling him toward me, tasting myself on his lips. Now I was the one crashing into him. I frantically ran my hands over his arms, feeling every sculpted muscle, wrapping my legs around him and sliding my hands across his bare chest.

I felt him adjust himself at my entrance and eagerly spread my legs wider. He brushed a lock of my hair out of my face and just held himself there, looking down at me. Tenderly. I didn’t know how I knew what he wanted; I just did.

I pulled his face close to mine and left gentle kisses along his neck, slowly working my way up to his ear where I exhaled a pleading whisper. “Trace.”

It was his undoing.

I felt him thrust into me all at once, and the intensity was indescribable. The length of him was brutal, but welcomed. He began to thrust in and out, holding our bodies so closely together I could feel my breasts skimming his chest with each powerful movement. His bare skin felt magnificent against mine, and I curled my legs around him tighter, unable to get close enough to him. Urging him deeper when there was nowhere else to go.

His pace became unyielding, and his ragged breaths began to match mine in between our all-consuming kisses. Occasionally, he would bite down on my shoulder, and the painful sensation of his teeth contrasting the pleasurable ones elsewhere was a sinful combination.

Before I had time to react, Trace swiftly rotated, pulling me on top of him as he now lay beneath me. I adjusted and quicklyremembered the pleasure I had found in this position before. I began to roll my body against him and quicken the pace, when suddenly I felt his thumb in the same place it had been when he almost took me over the edge earlier. He continued to caress me, and I felt the pressure increasing with each movement I made against him.

My back bowed as I lost myself in the pleasure that he brought me. The sensation was quickly becoming uncontrollable, but I could not stop my writhing. I prayed he stayed with me just like this. I didn’t have words or thoughts for what was happening, but the sensitivity of it all was beginning to feel almost unbearable, but I pushed onward, teetering between pleasure and release, and when I could no longer control myself, I moaned, “Trace. Trace.” He increased his pace. “Trace,” I rasped.

All of a sudden, I felt a dull familiar pain coming from my back, and within seconds, my wings burst forth splaying out fully on both sides of me as I crashed against the pinnacle of my desire, with Trace finding his mere seconds later.

Oh no. Absolutely not. What had just happened, and why were my wings on display? Shit.Shit. I quickly crawled off of Trace and moved abruptly to the other side of the room, working to calm my breathing as quickly as possible and regain some semblance of control.

I had not called forth my wings, it just…happened. It was beyond my control, and I felt myself growing redder by the minute with embarrassment. I must have been turning in circles trying to find a way to sheathe them when I felt Trace grab my hand. “Cress, are you okay?”

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I don’t know why that happened. Just give me a minute. I can take care of it.”

But no matter what I did, they would not return. Trace and I stood there, both naked in the firelight, and I felt awful that I had entirely ruined our bliss with whatever this was.

Trace turned my body, forcing me to face him. After everything he had witnessed me do tonight, something about this was worse than all of that. Fae do not go around showing off their wings, and they certainly didn’t do it by accident. Gods, why was this happening to me?

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. You can learn to control it,” he offered softly.

“…What?” I questioned.

“It’s not uncommon that when we lose control from things like…like climax, that you have to exert control in other ways.”

I stared at him blankly, realizing that this had never happened before. Not alone. Not with Gris. Had that meant this was my first true climax? Why did this have to happen now? In front of him, of all people. I would kill Versa for not warning me this could happen.

“Stop shaming yourself.”

As he offered the kind words, his eyes began to scan the ridge of my iridescent wings and I couldn’t stop staring at the shadows they cast on the wall, reminding me of the horrible error I had made because I lacked experience and control. One minute, I was riding high on my pleasure, and now, I felt unbelievably naive.

“I think they’re stunning…like you.” He lifted my chin to seal his words with a gentle kiss.

Nothing like the way he kissed me earlier. After a few more minutes passed, I was finally able to feel my breath even out and the calm spread over me as my wings lowered, slowly sheathed, and disappeared.

Now that I was finally free of the embarrassment my wings had caused, I found myself bashfully standing naked in front ofa still-nude Trace, looking for any piece of fabric to cover myself. Trace swiped the blanket from the bed and wrapped it over my shoulders, but unwilling to let go, he instead pulled me in close to his chest.

He leaned in and whispered against my ear, “I’m really glad the eels didn’t get you.”

“You fucking piece of work,” I shoved him away, taking the blanket with me.

I couldn’t believe such foul language had left my mouth, but there wasn’t anything ladylike about what I had just done—so why pretend?

Trace laughed and began to put his pants back on, while I sat back on the bed, covering myself to warm up. Trace moved to sit in the armchair by the fire; the same place he had slept last night, and I was worried he was about to make some sort of unexplained exit. Was he done with me?

I moved to one side of the bed and patted at the empty space beside me.

“I’m willing to share, you don’t have to sleep in that uncomfortable chair.”

Trace let out a frustrated breath. “It’s not you. I’m just used to keeping watch at all hours, and I find it difficult to sleep.”

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