Page 27 of Accidentally Ever After
“Yes,” I said again, pulling him down for another kiss. “I want that too.”
The smile that spread across his face was radiant. “You are certain?”
“Completely,” I assured him. “I want to feel you inside me.”
A shudder ran through him at my words, his wings trembling visibly. “Your directness continues to undo me,” he murmured, pressing kisses along my jaw, down my throat.
His mouth continued its journey downward, exploring my chest, my stomach, and finally, taking me into the wet heat of his mouth. I gasped, hands fisting in the sheets as pleasure surged through me.
He took his time, using his mouth and hands to bring me to the edge before backing away, only to begin again with renewed intensity. When I was incoherent with need, he finally reached for a small vial on the bedside table—something I hadn’t noticed him bring in.
“Essence of moonbloom,” he explained, opening it to release a scent like midnight flowers and rain. “It enhances sensation while easing the way.”
The oil, when he coated his fingers with it, seemed to shimmer slightly, catching the light like liquid moonlight. The first touch of his slick finger against me was cool, then rapidly warming, creating a tingling sensation that heightened every point of contact.
He prepared me with meticulous care, watching my face for any sign of discomfort, adding more of the shimmering oil as needed. By the time he had three fingers moving inside me, I was writhing beneath him, desperate for more.
“Caelen, please,” I gasped, beyond pride or patience. “I need you now.”
His wings flared wide, the patterns on his skin glowing brightly with his arousal. “As you wish.”
He positioned himself between my legs, lifting my hips slightly for better alignment. The first press of him against me drew matching gasps from us both. Then, with exquisite slowness, he began to push inside.
The sensation was intense—a stretching fullness that bordered on too much before transforming into pleasure so acute it stole my breath. The moonbloom oil created that same tingling warmth everywhere we connected, magnifying each sensation.
When he was fully seated within me, Caelen paused, his eyes locked with mine, wings trembling above us. “Blake,” he breathed, my name like a prayer on his lips. “You feel… perfect.”
I reached up to trace the glowing patterns on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm. “So do you,” I said honestly. “Like you were made for me.”
“I was,” he said with simple certainty. “As you were made for me. The matchmakers knew.”
Before I could process the emotional weight of that statement, he began to move, and coherent thought fled. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, the moonbloom oil enhancing every sensation to almost unbearable heights.
His wings created a rhythm of their own, sometimes spreading wide, sometimes curling forward to brush against my skin in counterpoint to his thrusts. The dual stimulation was maddening, building pleasure layer upon layer.
“Touch my wings,” he gasped after several minutes of this exquisite torture. “I need to feel your hands on them while I’m inside you.”
I reached up eagerly, my fingers finding the sensitive membranes of his wings. As I stroked along their surface, his rhythm faltered, a sound escaping him that was almost musical in its intensity.
“Yes,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Like that. More.”
Emboldened, I let my hands explore the full expanse of his wings, learning which areas drew the strongest reactions. When my fingers found the base where they joined his back, Caelen’s entire body shuddered, his thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent.
“I won’t last if you keep that up,” he warned, his voice rough with pleasure.
“I don’t want you to last,” I admitted, continuing my exploration of his wings. “I want to feel you lose control. For me.”
His eyes, now so dark they were nearly black, held mine with scorching intensity. “For you,” he agreed. “Only ever for you.”
His pace increased, each thrust hitting perfectly inside me, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. One of his hands wrapped around me, stroking in time with his movements, the moonbloom oil making his touch electric.
“Come with me,” he urged, his wings now trembling continuously beneath my hands. “Let me feel you.”
The combined sensations—his body moving inside mine, his hand around me, the sensitive membranes of his wings against my fingers, the moonbloom oil enhancing everything—pushed me rapidly toward climax. When it hit, it was with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming, pleasure crashing through me in waves that seemed endless.
Caelen followed immediately, my release triggering his own. His wings flared to their fullest extent, the patterns on his skin glowing so brightly they illuminated the entire chamber. He cried out my name as he found his release, the sound carryingnotes that seemed to resonate in the air around us, creating harmonies that shouldn’t have been possible.
In that moment of shared ecstasy, something shifted between us—a deepening of the bond I could feel almost physically, like pieces clicking into place that I hadn’t known were misaligned.
