Page 140 of Cursed Dreams
She rocked her hips against him, slowly, deliberately, feeling his impressive length nudge at her entrance, again and again, not quite enough to satisfy either of them. His entire body was trembling beneath her now, each breath a ragged effort of restraint.
“You said to take what I need,” she murmured into his ear. “I need this. I need you.”
She sank down on him slowly, inch by torturous inch, her breath catching as he filled her completely. The stretch of him was exquisite, too much and just right, overwhelming and perfect. Caelum’s groan was guttural, almost a growl, as his hands slid up her back, holding her to him as though he feared she might vanish.
“You were made for me,” he rasped. “Every part of you… you’re mine, Thalia.”
Her body arched at his words, and she began to move, slowly at first, seeking rhythm, seeking the edge. Caelum’s hands found the curve of her backside, guiding her with maddening control, meeting every movement with an upward roll of his hips that made her cry out softly. He was deep, so deep it felt like he reached into her soul with every stroke.
His thumb found her clit and pressed firmly, circling in tight strokes that matched the thrust of his hips. The added pressure sent her spiralling. Thalia cried out as pleasure tore through her, her body clenching hard around him. She came with a cry that broke against his mouth as he kissed her through it, swallowing every moan, every gasp. His cock hit that sweet spot again, sharper, fiercer. Her muscles seized around him as a second orgasm rolled through her, her body trembling uncontrollably while he kept fucking her deep and steady, driving her higher until she was wrecked and shaking in his arms
“Eyes to me,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “I want to see you come. I want to watch every second as you break for me.”
She forced her eyes open, locking on his. The second their gazes met, she saw stars—felt something primal and powerful rise up in her. He was so beautiful, so hers, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Her name was a prayer on his lips, and his was a curse and a blessing on hers.
Their bodies moved faster, more desperate, the rhythm unravelling as pleasure built to a breaking point. Thalia clung to him, riding him hard, gasping his name with every roll of her hips. Her thighs burned with effort, her breath came ragged, and still, she couldn’t get enough. The feel of him deep inside her, the stretch, the way his hands guided her, grounding her, it was all too much.
She was close. So close.
With a guttural roar, Caelum shifted beneath her, his arms tightening. Before she could catch her breath, he moved, lifting her off him in one swift motion. A cry tore from her throat at the sudden loss. Her back hit the moss, but only for a heartbeat. He flipped her smoothly onto her hands and knees, his body pressing up behind her, hot and solid and ready.
Thalia gasped, her heart slamming in her chest. His hand slid up her spine, firm and possessive, until his fingers tangled in her hair. He wrapped it once around his hand and pulled, just enough to tilt her head back and make her breath hitch.
The head of his cock slid along her entrance, teasing her, soaked and aching. He pushed into her, deep and slow, stretching her all over again. She moaned, loud, open, shameless as her body took him fully, trembling at the force of it.
Every thrust drove her forward, into the earth, into the stars above. Her fingers dug into the moss as he fucked her from behind, hard and deep, the sound of their bodies slapping together loud in the stillness of the forest.
“Gods,” she gasped. “Caelum…”
His hand slid from her hair to her throat, claiming her, guiding her upright. Her back arched into him, chest heaving, her headresting on his shoulder as he pulled her close, never breaking rhythm.
He turned her face toward his, and kissed her, hard, consuming, tongue and teeth and breathless groans. The pressure between her legs was unbearable. His cock hit that perfect spot again and again, and with the rough glide of his hand between her thighs, stroking her clit with firm, filthy precision, her entire body lit up.
She shattered around him, crying out into his mouth, her body clenching so hard it dragged him deeper. Her legs trembled as pleasure flooded her in violent, beautiful waves. He held her through it, still moving inside her, still kissing her like he couldn’t bear to stop.
And gods, she never wanted him to
She was trembling, breathless and boneless against him, when Caelum’s rhythm faltered. His grip on her hips tightened, bruising and desperate, his chest rising fast against her back as he drove into her with hard, relentless strokes.
“Thalia,” he groaned, voice wrecked, breath hot against her ear. “I can’t, gods, I can’t hold back.”
She moaned, still sensitive, still pulsing around him, but needing every thrust, every bit of him. She reached back, her hand curling around his jaw, pulling his face to hers. “Then don’t,” she whispered.
His entire body tensed. His hands gripped her harder. And with a final deep thrust, he spilled into her, groaning her name like a prayer broken open on his tongue. She felt the heat of him floodinside her, the way his body shuddered behind her, locked tight as he emptied himself in slow, pulsing waves.
He buried his face in her neck, panting against her skin, his hips giving a few final lazy rolls, drawing out every last sensation. She stayed there, on all fours, flushed and shaking, with him wrapped around her, their breaths tangled, their bodies still joined, slick and warm and spent.
The world was quiet again, except for the pounding of their hearts and the soft rustle of leaves above them. His arms slid around her middle as he eased them both down to the moss, pulling her close to his chest.
Thalia let herself be gathered into him, her cheek resting against his shoulder, his breath still warm against her hair
They were both breathless, tangled in sweat and heat and starlight. And even in this dream realm, the moment felt real, achingly, beautifully real.
“I’m at the temple,” she whispered, lifting her head just enough to look into his eyes. “In the fae lands. We arrived yesterday. Tomorrow… we leave for the forest.”
His gaze shimmered with emotion, those piercing pale blue eyes shining with something soft and unguarded.
“You’ve come so far,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across her cheek. “Every step you’ve taken… I’ve felt it like a pull on my soul. I knew you would do it.”
