Page 151 of Of Rime and Ruin
He leans back and grins, shifting his hips so that I slide closer, and my wetness slips against his shaft. “Goddess, you look good up there,” he moans.
I grind against him, slipping along his length. “I’ve never been on top before,” I admit. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I’ll guide you, Sunfish.” He grips my ass and lifts me into position. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance. “Now sit.”
I do as I’m told.
His thick cock slides inside me, filling me to the brim. I gasp as a wave of pleasure rolls through me, and on instinct, I rock my hips. His cock angles deeper, nudging the sensitive spot within me.Mmm, that’s good.
“Like that?” I ask.
His eyes flutter closed for a moment. “Fuck.”
I rock my hips again, working him slowly. He shudders beneath me.
“That’s it, Sunfish,” he growls. “Sit on your throne.”
I straighten my spine and spread my legs, sinking deeper still. My clit nudges the base of his shaft. And then I ride.
“Good,” he rumbles. “Look at you. You’re a natural queen.”
I roll my hips. Faster. Deeper. Toss my head back into the light of the moon. My hand splays on his chest, grounding me where his heart beats heavily beneath my touch.
Pleasure spreads deep in my stomach like lava unfurling from the maw of a mountain, foretelling the devastation yet to come.
His fingers wrap around my wrist, guiding my hand to where we connect.
“Now touch yourself,” he commands. “Use your pretty little hands where I can see you.”
I obey. Frantic fingers tease my clit mercilessly as I continue to ride him. My body becomes as light as the aethersky above us, rippling with color and starlight as I approach the edge of bliss.
“Fuck me, Nahla,” he orders.
So close. I’m so fucking close. With a final buck of my hips and a flick of my fingers, I tilt into bliss. I come hard.
Aethan bucks beneath me and cries out with a shudder as we come in unison. Gasping for breath, we wring out the threads of pleasure until my body becomes weak and soft.
As he moans, I feel a foreign brush of emotion. Desperation. Desire. Deep, bottomless devotion.
I gasp. “Aethan, I canfeelyou.”
He chuckles, and the laughter rumbles beneath my seat. “Is that another dick joke, Nahla?”
Humor. Pride.
These aren’t my feelings. They’re his.
“No, I can feel your thoughts.” I bend forward to grasp his cheeks, pressing our foreheads together.
I don’t know how it happened or why it worked, but somewhere inside that head of his, the Beast has awakened.
I weave my spell, pouring all my hope into the intent, and sing. I lift from my body and mingle with his mind.
Gone are the impenetrable outer defenses. He sucks me in with sudden force, straight to his center of self. The golden orb glows and sparks. Something slithers beneath the glass-like surface, clawing for my attention.
My heart thunders, all air drains from my lungs, and an idea takes root. A tantalizing idea formed on reckless hope.
It’s dangerous. But it worked on his mother. Why not him?
