Page 68 of Enchantment of Silver and Sea
I began to move rhythmically, letting his face, his breaths, the very feel of him in my hand guide me in what he liked. It wasn’t long before every stroke was drawing a low groan from his throat.
I tightened my grip.
“Fuck,” he choked out. I felt it like a physical touch, reverberating through my body.
It was an intoxicating cycle—the more I massaged him, the louder he groaned, and the more it felt like those temporarily stilled waters were beginning to thrash again. Building momentum. Readying to come crashing through me once more.
Gently, he caught my wrist in his hand. When he opened his eyes, they were the color of smoke.
“Did that not feel good?” I asked.
“It felt too good,” he breathed.
I didn’t understand what he meant at first. But then he shifted his body, moving so that we were perfectly parallel toone another. He ground his hips against mine. Except this time, there was nothing between us. Just the friction of skin against skin. A preview of what was to come.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “I trust you.”
His eyes widened, and he blinked several times as if waking from sleep. Then he lifted his body, creating space between us. Something had changed in his face, enough that I raised up on my elbows.
“Maila,” he whispered between shaky breaths. His voice was so soft that it took me a moment to realize he had spoken. “Before we do this, there’s something else we need to talk about.”
I blinked, too. My logical mind taking the reins again. “Right,” I said. “Um…I don’t take anything.”
He tilted his head. “What?”
“Contraception,” I said, wincing. “We have to jump through a lot of hoops to get it here, because The Council wants us to reproduce. They don’t say that that’s the reason, but it obviously is. And I haven’t gone through that whole process because…well…I haven’t had a need for it in a long time.” One of these days, I was going to stop giving him ammunition to say that I was naive. But apparently today wasn’t that day.
He chuckled, gently shaking the both of us in the areas where our bodies still touched. “You’re fine, Maila. I have a brew from Sigrid that I drink.”
“Oh, good.” I reached for his face, letting my fingertips graze the edge of his cheekbone, beside those eyes. Those beautiful silver eyes.
Kieran shook his head, as if clearing it. “Sorry, that’s not what I was referring to. There’s something else that I need to tell you.”
“Can it wait?” It was a joke. Sort of.
Maybe it was the raw need in my voice, or maybe it was something else. But I watched the silver of his eyes liquify in front of me, melting me along with it. “Yes.” His voice was rough as he lowered his face back to mine. “It can wait.”
Everything was still. Silent. His lips softly grazed mine again. And in that same moment, there was sudden pressure and a hint of pain as he began to move into me slowly, giving my body time to adjust. Taking me inch by inch, until he was sheathed to the hilt.
The fullness of him was overwhelming.
“Doing okay?” His voice was strained.
“Better than okay,” I breathed, the corner of my mouth turning up at his concern for me.
“Perfect.” His words were an exhale. The tension dissipated from his shoulders as he began to move.
The first thrust pulled a gasp from me. And then I was meeting each roll of his hips, the two of us moving at a rhythm that was slow and steady and forced me to languish in every burst of pleasure that he coaxed out of me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured between kisses that were as agonizingly and gloriously slow as our pace. He lowered his lips to my neck, and my head lolled, eyes slipping closed.
Every part of me was sensitive from my climax, every nerve standing on edge. It wasn’t long before I was about to break again. My nails dug into his back, causing him to groan against myneck. My hips ground urgently against his, trying to go faster, desperate for that pleasure he had given me before.
“You want it harder?” The challenge in his voice had me opening my eyes, meeting his gaze.
Suddenly, it wasn’t about my own release anymore. I wanted to see him lose himself fully, like he had seen from me.
