Page 55 of Moth to Her Flame

Her scent is intoxicating, a heady mix of sweet and musk that makes my probe flick eagerly, gathering her nectar. I can feel her heartbeat pulsing through the delicate flesh beneath my touch, her breath growing more ragged with each passing moment. Her head thrashes as she grabs my hair, her fingers so tight it’s clear she doesn’t want to let go.

My probe explores her folds, tracing every delicate curve and line. Her body responds to my touch, her hips lifting to meet me,her breath hitching as I find the sensitive bud nestled within. I circle it gently with my probe, feeling her shudder beneath me. Then wrap the tendril around it and pluck. She responds with a cry, a wordless expression of shock and pleasure.

“Riven…” Her voice is a soft moan, a plea for more. I oblige, increasing the pressure, flicking it against her clit. Her hands find their way to where my wings emerge from my body, gripping me tightly as her body writhes beneath me in a sensual dance.

I can feel her pleasure building, her body tensing as I continue my exploration. My wings arch and flex, responding to her touch, their golden light flickering in time with her quickening heartbeat. The room around us seems to come alive, the crystals in the walls pulsing with the same rhythm, casting dancing shadows across our bodies.

I slip one, then two fingers inside her, feeling her wet warmth envelop me. She gasps, her hips bucking against my hand as I move, my fingers curling to hit that sensitive spot deep within her. My probe continues to circle her clit, matching the rhythm of my fingers, driving her higher and higher.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps now, her body tense and quivering. She’s close, so close. I can feel her release building, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, her body arching off the bed.

“Riven, please…” Her voice is a desperate plea, begging for release. I oblige, increasing the pressure of my probe, moving my fingers faster, deeper.

Her release comes like a sudden storm, her body convulsing beneath me, her cries of pleasure filling the room. The golden light from my wings flares brightly as her body rides out the waves of her orgasm.

I slow my movements, letting her come down from the high. She’s still panting, her body trembling with aftershocks. After pressing soft kisses against her inner thighs, her stomach, her breasts, I make my way back up to her face. Her skin is flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She pulls me close, her mouth finding mine, and we share a deep, languid kiss.

“That was…” she starts, but words fail her.

“Just the beginning,” I murmur as I drink in the sight of her well-pleasured expression. I can feel my body responding to hers, my own desire growing more urgent. But I want to take my time, to savor every moment of this.

I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she’s straddling my hips. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she grins, settling herself against me. I can feel her heat, her wetness, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to yank my cock out of my pants and thrust up into her right now.

Her hands explore my chest, tracing the patterns of my feathers, the lines of my muscles. She leans down, her hair falling likea curtain around us, and kisses me deeply. Her tongue flicks against my probe, teasing, exploring. I wrap my arms around her, my hands gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against me.

She sits up, her hands resting on my chest, then grinds against me, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle. I can feel her, hot and wet, through the thin fabric of my sleep pants. My cock aches to be inside her, to feel her clenching around me.

Reaching up, I cup her breasts in my hands. Her nipples are hard against my palms as she arches into my touch, her head falling back. I roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging gently, and she moans, her hips moving faster, pressing harder against me.

“Riven. Don’t make me wait! Why arethesein the way?”

The way she says the word “these” as she grips the waistband of my pants, tells me just how offensive she finds the plaid flannel. Together we slide my pants down and off. My cock is hard, aching, and my lower probe is reaching toward her with need.

She looks down at me, her eyes wide with desire. “You’re so sexy,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the length of my slender probe. Just her gentle touch makes me hiss with arousal, my hips giving a little thrust as I try to control my urge to slide into her and begin to pound. My wings flutter in their helpless need to distract me from the fire she’s igniting in me.

“Did I mention before that your cock is… beautiful?” She wraps her hand around it, exploring the length, the thickness, the pulsing veins that run up the sides. She strokes me gently, herthumb circling the head, spreading the bead of moisture that has pooled there. I groan, my hips stuttering as though they can’t wait to pump my cock into her. She smiles, a sultry, knowing smile, and moves her hand in a slow, steady rhythm.

I let her explore, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I try to maintain control. Her touch is both torturous and delicious, pushing me to the brink but never quite sending me over the edge. She seems to know exactly how to keep me teetering, her grip tightening and releasing in a maddening pattern.

“Chelsea,” I growl, my voice a low rumble. “You’re playing with fire.”

“You’re right, Riven. It’s not time for play. This is serious business. Are you ready? Ready to complete the mate bond? Because if I’m certain of one thing, my love, it’s that I’m ready to be bound to you forever.”

She lances me with the most poignant look. It’s filled with love and affection that I let go straight to my heart. Along with her tender feelings, there’s also naked desire showing on her beautiful face. She can’t control her gaze from drifting down my body and focusing on my probe as it writhes toward her, wanting to give her pleasure in the most primitive way possible.

“Riven,” she breathes, her eyes meeting mine. “I need you. Now.”

It’s all the invitation I need. I roll us over, let my gaze lovingly admire her curves, then place myself at her entrance. I can feelher heat, her wetness, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to thrust all the way to the hilt inside her.

How many times have I dreamed of this? But the reality is a thousand times better than it was in my imagination. In a moment, we’re going to be connected, body and soul.

With tender force, I press into her, our breaths hitching as I breach her body for the first time

Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent gasp. The sensation of her tightening around me is exquisite, almost overwhelming.

I move slowly, allowing her body to adjust to mine. Each thrust is deliberate and measured as I drive deeper into her. Her hands clutch at my back, nails tracing lines of fire down my skin. I lean down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, my probe tasting her, exploring her. Our breaths mingle, our hearts beat as one, the connection between us growing stronger by the second.

My wings flare brighter, the room ablaze with golden light. The crystals in the walls begin to hum, resonating with the energy we generate. I can feel it flowing between us, a powerful current that binds us together, amplifying every sensation.

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