Page 79 of The Princesses of Ruin
I’m swimming in desire, drowning in affection. I’ve been so thirsty for so long, and now the abundance has my head spinning. He thrusts into me with a flex, and when he settles, I pull off him a measure, synchronizing with his movements.
The slam of my lap against his is a bright opal firework. When he drives his cock up into me, the shower of sparks explodes anew, creating bigger, brighter displays. I moan into his kiss. The frenzyof colors bombarding my mind are relentless, and gorgeous. A sight I’ve never seen.
Could this be what the start of love is like? This parade of awe-striking lights and flutters of falling in my stomach?
He holds my neck tightly, pulling me back from our horny-teenaged kissing.
There’s a pinch between his brows I know well, and seeing it drives me to take control. I push up to sit astride him, my hands planted on his chest. He’s pale and perfect, little scars and runic markings, black tattoos that dot his otherwise smooth skin.
I rock back forcefully, getting him deep inside me as my clit rubs down his pubic bone. The sensation of freefall is coiling in my gut, urging me faster, deeper, stronger.
Adrik’s other hand falls to my breast and I hold his wrist there, keeping him pinned against me as we gyrate in time. He looks down his chest to where we’re joined and his moan turns into a low, grunted curse.
“I want to come in you,” he says, gazing up at me. “Please. Can I?”
“Not yet,” I say. “I want to come with you.”
He groans, closing his eyes, and I watch his lips form words I don’t know. I hold his wrist firmly, using him as leverage to fuck him harder. The whispers come from him louder…alchemy ingredients.
I want to laugh, but it’s too sweet. He wants to come so badly. He wants to come in me, but he’s obeying so well.
I suck down a gasp, surprised at the sudden unfurling of pleasure. His eyes snap open and lock on my mouth.
“Emillia,” he sighs with desperation.
“Come,” I cry, holding his gaze steadfast. “Come with me.”
His exhale is a long moan that encircles me like a cocoon, yearning for and needing me. The thought of his very breath reaching for mine pushes me over the edge. My thighs tighten and I convulse as pleasure radiates from my core in violent, earth-shaking waves. Adrik guides me to a stop on his lap and we both pant, our hearts beating a furious rhythm that feels like…
Home.
His thumb slides over my belly button as he palms my stomach. It’s not as tight as it was in my twenties, but the look of admiration in his eyes lets me know I’m not less beautiful now than I was then. Perhaps even more beautiful, to him.
“I understand,” he murmurs.
I smile, delirium clinging to my mind. “What’s that?”
His eyes dart up to my face. “The others, they’re always…I understand the appeal of you accepting my semen.”
“Well, that’s very clinical and unsexy,” I say with a snort.
His cheeks color. “Sorry.”
Ah, fuck. He’s so cute, and I made him embarrassed.
“Explain it to me?” I ask, caressing his face.
He leans into the touch, his hand firming on my lower belly. “It’s going to be very clinical.”
I chuckle. “I’m ready for it.”
He hums. “My semen is presently altering the chemical makeup of your vagina. It will leave your body in a matter of minutes—or for however long you sit here—but the effects will remain for many days. Your body will adjust the acidic properties of your canal. Your scent will subtly change, as will your taste. You will be marked by me for days to come.
“It has not been something I’ve put any thought toward in the past, but…” He pauses, his gaze far off, like he’s working on some equation.
“I like the idea that some part of you is now changed because of me. Is that wrong?” he asks, his gaze meeting mine with so much earnest hope that I feel like melting.
“No, it’s not wrong,” I say, smiling down at him. “It’s kind of sweet, in a scientific way.”
