Page 42 of A Vow of Wrath and Ruin

“Trinity, don’t stop,” I exclaimed, digging my fingernails into the hard flesh of Tharan’s back. I wanted to brand myself on to him so everyone would know I belonged to him and him to me. Two broken pieces of a puzzle that only fit with one another.

“Aelia, I’m so fucking hard for you. The sounds of your moans are like music to my ears.”

I let out a groan of pleasure. “I’m so close.”

“Yes, my love, say my name.” He thrust the consolateur into me harder and harder so that I felt every ridge against my soft insides. My body responded with a jot of lightning through my nerves, and I bucked my hips with his thrusts.

My hands trembled as I gripped the blanket. Lifting my head to the sky, I let my orgasm rip through me.

“Tharan, oh fuck, Tharan!”

He sunk his fangs into my neck, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to send my pulse racing. I let out a guttural cry into the silent night. The pain mixed with pleasure, creating a euphoria inside me, unlike anything I had felt before. Tears built behind my eyes, but I pushed them away, focusing on the grooves in Tharan’s back. He pulled the toy from me and replaced it with his fingers.

“You did such a good job. Such a good girl, coming on my fingers.”

Ragged gasps ripped through me as my climax reverberated through every muscle. I imagined him coming inside me.

Tharan removed his fingers, and the cool night air licked my slick core. Using my wetness to pleasure himself, he worked his throbbing cock.

Trinty, he was gorgeous. Every muscle gleamed in the light of the flowers. Watching him touch himself while my cunt still throbbed made a fire light inside me all over again.

With one hand squeezing my breast, he worked himself with quick, short strokes, favoring his crown.

I lifted his chin so that our eyes met. “I want you to look at me when you come.”

“Yes, my queen,” he said, increasing his pace.

“I want you to imagine spilling yourself inside me.”

“Oh, Trinity.” The muscles on his abdomen tightened, but his eyes did not leave mine.

“I want you to imagine how wet my cunt is for you. Only for you.” He pumped himself feverishly.

“Say it. Fucking say my name. Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Tharan. I love you.” The words left my lips so effortlessly, the truth unable to be kept at bay any longer.

A look of relief washed over his face as he came hard onto my stomach. Here, the earth would not shake at his orgasm, for this is where he was created, where the magic outweighed his. He collapsed on top of me, muscles still twitching.

I ran my fingers down his back. The sweat glistened in the soft pink life of the flowers. “That was…”

He laid a passionate kiss on my lips before rolling onto his back, and gasping out, “Amazing? Life changing? The best sex of your life?”

“Fine,” I said, unable to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

“I’ll take it. There’s always room for improvement.” Chest heaving, his breaths were ragged and strained.

I snuggled myself into the crook of his arm, and we gazed up at the stars.

“Aelia?” Tharan asked, his chest still heaving.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.”

My stomach tightened.

“I’m going to miss you. I don’t want to be separated, but I know we must.”

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