Page 99 of Cursed Dreams
She could barely breathe. Her hands reached for him instinctively, pulling him to her, needing to feel all of him, to be wrapped in him.
He kissed her again, slow, deep, lingering, still slick with her arousal. The taste of herself on his tongue sent a fresh wave of need coursing through her
“Let me have you,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Yes,” she breathed, the word slipping out, soft and aching with need.
He positioned himself over her, his chest grazing hers, the heat of his body searing against her skin. She felt the thick, heavy press of his cock at her entrance, the blunt head nudging against her soaked and ready. Her breath caught at the sensation. Hewas so much, almost too much, yet the ache to have him inside her burned hotter than want. She needed him, as desperately as breath.
Caelum entered her slowly, inch by glorious inch, filling her until she was stretched and full, her body singing with the sensation. Her eyes fluttered closed.
“You feel…” he growled, barely able to speak, “gods, Thalia, you feel like home.”
She moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, anchoring him to her.
He moved, slow and deep, every thrust deliberate. Her body met him eagerly, rolling her hips to match his rhythm. Her nails scraped lightly down his muscular back; over the powerful shoulders she’d only dreamed of touching. She explored him like he had her hands roaming over the hard ridges of his chest, his arms, everywhere she could reach.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “I could spend a thousand years learning every inch of you.”
The rhythm built again, pleasure burning through her veins. Caelum’s hand slid between them, fingers stroking her with ruthless precision, each touch sending sharp jolts of ecstasy through her, driving her higher with every thrust.
Her breath hitched, hips jerking beneath him, the pleasure spiralling fast, sharp, unstoppable.
“Caelum,” she gasped, voice breaking on his name.
“Let go,” he whispered, his thumb circling, his thrusts growing deeper, more insistent. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
She shattered again, a cry ripping from her throat, her body clenching around him, pulsing with release as he held her through it, his mouth at her temple, murmuring praise Still, he didn’t stop. He drove into her harder now, his restraint unravelling, each rough thrust matched by the low, desperate groans in her ear that made her body quake with renewed need. Her name fell from his lips like a mantra, like a prayer. His hand found her again, fingers stroking with wicked precision, driving her higher, closer, until her legs trembled around him
“Look at me,” he rasped, voice dark with hunger. “I need to see you fall apart for me.”
Thalia’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and wild, locking on his as he drove deeper. Her breath hitched, her head falling back with a broken moan, eyes rolling as white-hot pleasure tore through her. Blinding white light burst behind her eyes, her vision splintering as release crashed over her, her body convulsing around him.
“Gods! Caelum!”
He groaned at the feel of her, deep and rough. “That’s it, my heart. That’s it.”
He didn’t relent, chasing his own end now. Her body was wrapped around him, trembling and slick with sweat, and his mouth found her throat, kissing, groaning, breathing her in like he couldn’t get close enough.
“You were made for me,” he growled against her skin, hips snapping harder, deeper. “Every part of you. Mine.”
Thalia cried out, helpless against the flood of sensation. The way he moved, commanding and focused, like her pleasure was his purpose, broke her all over again.
Her muscles clenched around him, another wave building fast. He reached between them again, fingers gliding over her slick, throbbing clit, teasing her closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” he whispered, dark and ragged with need. “Give it to me again. I want to feel you.”
She came hard, the pleasure blinding, almost painful. Her body seized beneath him, vision gone white, back arching as the climax ripped through her, fierce and unrelenting. Her cries sent him over the edge. With a deep, animalistic roar, Caelum thrust into her one final time, his entire body tensing as he came hard, burying himself deep as his breath broke against her neck, his fingers digging into her hips like he couldn’t bare to let her go.
They lay tangled together in the hush of the forest clearing, their bodies still joined, the air warm with magic and musk and moonlight. Thalia’s breath came in soft, uneven puffs against Caelum’s neck, her cheek resting over the frantic thrum of his heartbeat. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, as if anchoring her there, holding her through the storm they’d just weathered. He shifted only enough to cradle her face between his hands, brushing back the damp hair clinging to her temple. His gaze searched hers, pale blue and blazing even in the dark, a slow smile of male satisfaction curving his lips.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly, his voice thick with tenderness, lips brushing her temple.
She nodded, breathless, still stunned by the ferocity of what had just passed between them. Her fingers trailed lazily across his chest, over the hard lines of muscle still trembling beneath her touch.
“I don’t have words,” she finally murmured, her voice small and thick with feeling.
Caelum leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes closing. “Then let me give you mine,” he said. “You are everything I dreamed of. And more. Stronger. Softer. Brighter.”
