Page 68 of Luca

With a shaky moan, I let my head loll onto his shoulder, displaying my neck for him to mouth at my thudding pulse. I felt vulnerable, being laid completely bare for him as I jerked myself off, but that contrast in power rekindled the spark of lust I’d been aimlessly tracking before. Being surrounded by his bulk comforted me, had my head floating into the clouds and everything unimportant fading into the background.

“You like being on display for me, don’t you, my heart?” Cair murmured, perceptive as ever, and it would have been a total lie for me to do anything but nod.

“Yes.”

He hummed, the vibration dancing over my collarbone. “Does it feel good being in my arms, having my full and undivided attention on you as you touch yourself?”

Another nod.

“Bend your legs for me, pet,” he prompted, and I heeded him without a second thought. “Now open them a little wider… There you go.” He kissed my temple in approval, and I melted into it. “Being in that position makes you come harder.”

His large hands trailed across my wet torso, traveling downward. I watched as his fingers smoothed over every inch he could reach—my chest, my belly, my thighs—before he repeated the movements with the same tender reverence. My balls hugged the base of my dick, but the lazy bob of my hand wasn’t enough. It kept the flame at a low, simmering burn: a sparkler instead of a firework. I screwed my eyes shut, listening to the bathwater match the sticky squelch of my strokes, feeling the rise and fall of Cair’s chest against my back, and centering on each spasm and tingle, no matter how subtle.

But I still couldn’t come.

I groaned, twisting my wrist on the next upstroke, my grip firmer. “I need more.”

“I don’t think you do, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “I think you’re going to be good for me, and fall just like that.”

I whined in frustration, the head of my cock starting to feel raw and too sensitive. I readjusted before rocking my hips upward, picking up the pace again, but Cair’s hand splayed over my lower stomach, pinning me to him. The strength in his arm made it impossible for me to move even an inch.

He nipped at my throat.

“Slow.Down.”

My gut clenched at his demanding tone as I tried to settle back into the steady pace. My arm ached with the repetition and my breath came in quicker, sharper pants, filtering between the needy noises climbing up the back of my throat. My legs squirmed restlessly, my skin was too hot, and tears pricked at my eyes.

The pleasure wasright there, but I just couldn’t seize it.

“You’re doing so well,” he cooed. “That’s it, keep your hips steady and slide your hand up and down. You don’t have to do anything else, just let go.”

“Can’t you put your fingers inside me?” I asked,pleadedmore like, but even that wouldn’t make him budge.

He shook his head before kissing my cheek, his tongue darting out to catch the tear rolling down my face. “As soon as you’re better, I’ll take you until you cannot speak,” he promised. “I’ll fuck you anywhere you wish, as fast and as hard you wish, but not tonight. Tonight I want to admire you, my heart. I want to see you make yourself come.”

“I can’t,” I snarled. “It’s not enough. I can’t, I can’t?—”

Cair latched onto my throat without warning, sucking harshly and replacing my babbling with a shameless, hiccuping whine. His fangs pierced the skin, and the unexpected sting had my free hand scrambling for purchase, nails digging into my mate’s arm. I was suddenly so close it was startling. The tip of my cock blushed a violent shade of red and my stomach was knotting, but I needed one last shove to fall over the edge.

“P-please let me come,” I outright begged. My thighs were trembling with the effort of not thrusting helplessly into the confines of my fist. My muscles strained, my back bowed. “Tell me to come.”

I felt Cair’s smirk against the stinging bruises, his tongue soothing the ache. “You’re stunning when you beg, sweet boy,” he whispered. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? To be reminded of how good it feels to bemine. To be shown that nothing, not even a cruel error in fate, can change it.”

I nodded frantically, sobs flowing freely. My orgasm sat at the base of my cock, waiting to be dragged up. Every single nerve inside me was wound tight. “Cair…”

“Go on then, little one,” he purred, his hand snaking back up my torso, clamping my nipple between his thumb and forefinger before twisting the rosy bud. A hint of pain… “Come for me.”

Finally—finally—it hit me, that soul-rending crest I thought I’d never reach. I wept as my muscles locked up, and rush after rush of pleasure and relief tore through me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I barely noticed my cum spilling over my stomach and chest, or the water crashing over the lip of the tub as my vision grew black and starry.

A full-body tremor racked me, and I couldn’t find my balance. My chest was heaving, but I couldn’t catch my breath. Everything was swirling too fast, too high, and it felt as if I were drifting apart from my body.

No longer connected.

Desperate fingers threaded through my curls and tugged gently, angling my head until my neck craned backward. Another hand gripped my face, keeping me steady as lips devoured mine, deep and passionate, yet slow and deliberate. I wanted to twist to the side for a better angle, but I was rooted in place. All I could do was take each hot thrust of a familiar tongue, and drink down the air that was breathed into me, coaxing me back to earth.

Slowly, the fog cleared, and Cair released his claim on my mouth, drawing back just enough to bump our noses together in a gesture that, no matter how many times he did it, always felt more tender and intimate than the last. I floated back to coherency, able to appreciate the soft words he was murmuring into the sliver of air between us, sweet odes to his love and adoration of me.

My heart swelled.

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