Page 189 of Obsidian and Frost
And then Velra wrapped her hand around my length, her eyes going wide—clearly stunned by my size. A strangled sound escaped me as she fondled me, her palm gliding up and down, her thumb toying with my crown.
I bucked at her attentions as bliss enveloped me.
That escalated to another realm entirely when she ground her slickness all over my shaft.
“Ungh,” I choked, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Yes. Beyond okay.”
A little chuckle slipped from her, and then she grasped the base of my length and positioned me right between her silky thighs.
“Gonna need to relax and breathe,” Lazriel spoke to me. “Big time.”
I looked out at him smiling reassuringly at me, but my gaze snapped right back to Velra’s as she sank down on me, swallowing my crown inside her.
“Hades!” I cried, fisting the sheets. “Ah… Velra.”
She sank deeper and the pressure was near-overwhelming. I panted and threw my hands out, grasping her hips aggressively, digging my fingers in.
Her eyes flashed, a smirk tilting her lips—she liked it. Sylas’ words to me about her enjoying some roughness were clearly accurate.
And it was fortunate, because I wasn’t sure I could prevent myself from it, especially as she kept moving, kept taking me deeper and deeper within her.
Curses spilled from my lips over and over, and I resisted the urge to throw my head back in rapture, because I needed to see her, to connect, to watch her beautiful gaze burn into mine, and to see the same pleasure wreaking havoc upon me doing the same to her.
I just barely remembered to maintain control over my ability to breathe like Lazriel had advised when she seated herself fully on me, and I felt so deep inside her as she clenched down around me, joining us, holding me there.
She leaned into me, kissing my lips, my cheek, my chest, as her hands ran up and down my arms. I realized she was worshipping me back like I’d done with her earlier.
And then she started to move on me.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Velra!” I cried, my voice a booming cry or rapture and a plea all at once.
She quickened her pace, her breasts bouncing from her forceful movements, alluring moans and cries slipping from her, as she moved like a true goddess of eroticized fantasy.
“Yes…Cassius…”
My name spoken in that way by her… it was absolutely glorious.
I could feel my control unraveling—thread by thread, it was all slipping through my fingers.
The universe decided to test me to a breaking point then as Sylas slid behind Velra.
He kissed her neck to let her know he was about to toy with her, and she gave a little nod through her rising pleasure as she rode me so ferociously.
She jolted and then I caught sight of Sylas slicking two fingers with his magic.
In the next moment, they disappeared behind her, and then she cried out and scraped her nails down my chest. He’d entered her rear with them, and it was serving to escalate her aggressiveness. The biting pain of her scrapes—it clashed with the rest in a heady way. I rose to it, grasping her breasts in a vicious grip that had her eyes flaming at me.
I saw Sylas’ arm pumping behind her, matching her rhythm within moments.
A whine escaped her as he abruptly pulled back.
“Mmm… such a desperate little ass,” he breathed at her ear.
