Page 39 of Moth to Her Flame

“Slow down, love.” Damn! I said it again. Oh well. “I want to see your beautiful body.”

My sweet, gorgeous, courageous bondmate gives me the shyest, most unexpected expression. It makes her even more lovely inmy eyes. But I can’t keep my gaze from dipping lower to look at her beautiful breasts with their dusky tips.

My heart races as I cup her breast, feeling its weight in my hand. I gently squeeze, my thumb flicking over her nipple. She moans and presses herself closer to me. The sensation of her bare skin against mine is overwhelming, fueling the fire growing inside me.

My lips brush her collarbone as I make my way to her tender tip. She gasps as I take her nipple in my mouth, my tongue flicking against the sensitive nub. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The taste of her skin, the feel of her body in my hands. It’s all so incredibly intoxicating.

I turn us so I’m on top of her, so I have easier access to all of her. I suck one nipple as I pluck the other. She moans in pleasure and arches her back, wordlessly asking for more.

Flicking my tongue against her tender pebbled nub, she clutches my back tighter. When I nip the tip, she moans from deep in her throat. It’s easy to learn this woman. By how tightly she grips me and how loudly she makes noises, she shows me exactly what I do that she loves. How could I fail to please her when she gives me such a clear, exuberant roadmap?

Her heartbeat pounds loud enough that my sensitive ears can hear it drumming loudly, her breath hot and ragged against my skin. It’s like I’ve been transported to another world, a world where nothing matters but this moment, this connection between us.

I take my time exploring her body with my hands and mouth. Her skin is flushed, her breath coming in soft gasps. I can smell her arousal, a sweet, intoxicating scent that makes my wings glow even brighter. I trail kisses down her sternum, my hands mapping the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. She’s so beautiful, so perfect. I want to worship every inch of her.

Her hands are on me too, exploring my chest, my shoulders, my arms. I groan, grinding against her, though she still has her sleep pants on. My body, fueled by lust as well as the compelling mate bond, knows exactly what it wants. It’s urgent and powerful.

Suddenly, her almost dreamy compliance shifts as her slack, lust-drunk muscles tighten.

“I want to taste you.”

Although I’m bigger and stronger than her, I let her shift us so she’s on top of me again. The look in her blue eyes is anything but forceful, though. It’s full of affection—and determination. Then a radiant smile bursts on her face.

“You’re going to love this Mothman. Nothing to be afraid of.”

With that, she moves lower, her kisses following the line of my hair down to my navel. My breath catches in my throat as she hovers over my waist, her eyes locked on mine. I can see the desire in her eyes, the hunger. It matches my own.

“Chelsea,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need. “You don’t have to—”

She silences me with a look, her eyes flashing with desire.

She moves lower, breathing a trail of warmth along my skin. I can feel her anticipation, her excitement. It’s contagious, making my heart race even faster. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around my length. I groan, my hips bucking upwards. She smiles, a wicked, teasing smile that promises so much.

As she leans down, her fiery red hair cascades around us like a curtain, sealing us off from the world. The dim light of the crystals embedded in the walls casts a soft glow on her naked skin, and I can’t help but appreciate the beauty of her curves, the strength in her shoulders as she moves with deliberate grace.

Her touch is like fire, igniting my skin, stirring something deep within me. I’m naked before her, more vulnerable than I’ve ever been. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of my genitals, so human… yet not. Her gaze lingers on my little nectar probe, a facsimile of my proboscis, delicate and dexterous.

She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against it lightly. A jolt of pleasure courses through me, and I gasp, clutching the quilt beneath me. She looks up, a wicked grin spreading across her face, delighting in the power she holds over me. She explores it further, her fingers wrapping around it gently, her touch sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me.

Her lips follow, soft and warm, as she takes the appendage into her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I clutch her shoulders, my fingers digginginto her soft skin as I struggle to maintain control. She hums softly, the vibration sending shocks of delight through me.

I’m lost in the sensation, the feel of her mouth on me, the sight of her head bobbing gently as her tongue wraps around it—or is it my probe that wraps around her tongue? The room fills with the sounds of my ragged breaths, her soft moans, the rustling of the quilt beneath us. It’s erotic, sensual, a dance of give and take, of pleasure given and received.

She makes certain our gazes are connected as she reluctantly pulls off my little probe, then wraps her lips around my cock. Her tongue swirls around the tip, drawing a groan from deep within me. She takes her time, exploring every inch, her mouth hot and wet andperfect. Her enthusiasm, her eagerness to please, drive me wild. My hips move in sync with her, my body chasing the pleasure only she can provide.

Her fingers find the appendage again, stroking it in rhythm with her mouth. The dual sensation is mind-blowing, a symphony of bliss that seems to build without end, threatening to consume me. I’m panting, my heart thundering, my wings fluttering, flickering with golden light that casts a warm glow over us both.

She looks up at me, her blue gaze meeting mine, and the connection between us deepens. This isn’t just about physical pleasure; it’s about intimacy, about trust, about the bond that ties us together. I reach down, cupping her cheek, my thumb tracing her jaw. She leans into the touch, her eyes closing briefly, a soft hum of contentment vibrating through me.

I’m close, so close, but I don’t want this to end. Not yet. I want to savor this moment, this feeling, this connection. I want to bask in the glow of her affection, her acceptance, her desire. But my body has other plans, and I can feel the tightening, the building pressure, the inevitability of release.

“Chelsea,” I whisper, a warning, a plea. She responds by taking me deeper, her hand gripping me tighter, her mouth moving faster. It’s too much, too good, too intense. With a final, shuddering groan, I let go, my body convulsing as pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave.

She stays with me, her mouth gentling, her hand slowing, guiding me through the aftershocks. I’m boneless, breathless, my body limp and sated. My wings pulse softly, their glow steady and strong, reflecting the renewed energy coursing through me.

Chelsea lifts her head, her eyes shining with satisfaction and something deeper, something softer. My probe caresses her cheek for a moment until she crawls up my body, her skin sliding against mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

We get comfortable under the covers. As I tenderly brush her hair off her face, we commune wordlessly as our heartbeats fade back to normal.

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