Page 47 of Petals of Innocence

Etain’s cheeks flushed that beautiful scarlet he loved.

“What kind of mate would I be if I left you in such a state?” he asked as he rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. He pulled away to say against her lips, “Not a very good one.” He began to kiss and nibble down her neck as he said, “And...we…can’t…have…that.” Once he reached her sleeping gown, he grabbed it at the neck with both hands and split the material all the way down exposing her to him. He took a few moments to admire the beauty of her fair skin glowing in the moonlight, while her breasts heaved with her heavy breath.

“Ciaran…please…”

“Please what, little witch? Please,this?“ he asked as he licked the valley between her breasts before moving to one and sucking her peak into his mouth. He bit down just hard enough to elicit a hiss from her before he laved over the sting with his tongue to sooth it. He made his way to the other side to make sure her other breast did not feel left out.

Etain was squirming underneath him, her body searching for a deeper sensation.

“Is that what you wanted, Etain? Are you satisfied now?”

“N-no – I mean, yes, I l-liked it. Ciaran please…more. I need more.”

“As my mate wishes.” He worked his way down her stomach, then picked up one of her legs. He kissed and licked from her ankle all the way up to her inner thigh, then left the leg on his shoulder while he did the same on the other leg. “How about now, little witch? Are you satisfied now?” he asked her again with one of his too-wide wicked grins.

“Ciaran! Please!”

“Please what, my love? You must be specific.” He then leaned in and licked her core from one end to the other. He had to hold her hips down to keep her from flying off the mattress. Her hair was starting to float around her and the lights, which had previously been off, were beginning to flicker.

“Oh, gods – yes!” Etain tried to scream, but her voice was too thick with desire.

“Mmmm, I suppose it’s a good thing then I happen to be ravenous, and you have offered a feast in front of me.” He blew gently over her wet slit, and she cried out in frustration, which only made him rumble with laughter. He stopped teasing her and buried his face between her folds. He paid very close attention to what he was doing when he heard her say things like, “oh gods” and “yes,” and his personal favorite “Ciaran.”

She began to grow bolder as he sucked on her little bud of pleasure and entered her with two fingers, hearing her gasp at the sudden fullness and then growl out her pleasure. She grabbed onto his hair and ground against his face. Her arousal was dripping down his chin, and he could feel her beginning to clench tightly around his fingers. He knew she was close. He curled his fingers finding that spot inside of her, while simultaneously sucking her in hard. And, she detonated – in more ways than one.

Glass shattered around them, lights flared, and the banked fire in the fireplace roared to life while her body gripped his fingers and flooded his face. He was in complete awe over how wild and free she was at that moment. As she started to come down, her eyes fluttered open and locked with his. She smiled shyly at him, a need still burning within her eyes.

“Please, Ciaran. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” That was all Ciaran needed to hear. He let one of her legs drop from his shoulder, bringing the other one with him while he worked his way back up her body. He kissed her deeply again.

“Do you like the way you taste on my mouth, little witch?”

Her only response was to grab his face and kiss him hard again, while he removed his pants and lined himself up with her entrance. “This may feel uncomfortable for a moment, though I promise to be gentle with you.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle. You won’t break me, Ciaran, but I think I might enjoy you trying to,” she said urgently, while she gripped his hips trying to bring him closer to where she needed him.

“If you keep saying things like that I may not make it long enough to give it my best try.” Ciaran locked eyes with her as he entered her just an inch before smiling wickedly down at her. He pushed almost all the way in on one hard thrust, then covered her mouth with his to swallow her gasp. He was trying to give her a moment to adjust to him; however, she started moving and he hissed. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head with his free hand while he pulled the leg in his other hand up higher.

“Ciaran, please…I need you to move.”

“Hang on tight, little witch,” he said before pulling out almost entirely. Etain whimpered at the sudden loss of him. Before she could complain, he began a fast hard pace, rolling his hips to hit that spot inside her each time. He loved the little gasps and noises that would slip out of her mouth at the top of his thrusts. They only served to spur him on harder.

He released her hands and grabbed her other leg while lifting up on his knees. He then gripped her hips, allowing him to give her a whole new sensation. Etain’s eyes closed, and she gripped the sheets as her upper back lifted off the bed. Again he could feel her body clenching him, but this time it was around his cock, and he had to think about council meetings to make sure he didn’t finish just yet.

“Look at me, Etain. I want you to see who is bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. Feel how well your body takes every bit of me. I want you to see whose cock you are falling apart on.”

Etain opened her eyes, and they stared deeply into each other’s souls. As Etain came again, she cried out Ciaran’s name, and their eyes never strayed. Ciaran hadn’t noticed at first, it wasn’t until he began thrusting up and not down into her, he realized she was beginning to levitate. He spread his wings and rose with her.

The sight of his wings seemed to drive her wild. She began meeting his thrusts again while they floated several feet above the bed. He shifted their position, and she was riding him until they reached the ceiling. She put her hands up to brace against it and rode him with abandon. She was lost to sensation, and Ciaran didn’t think he could hold on much longer.

“Once more, Etain. Come with me this time.” As if on queue, he felt her starting to peak again. This time he went over the edge with her when she crested, roaring his release. He hoped the entire Court heard him claim his mate for the first time. As she started to settle down, she began to laugh.

“What could possibly be so funny, little witch?”

“We’re on the ceiling,” she said with more laughter.

“Why yes, we are – entirely your doing. I just went along for the ride, and what a ride it was.” Her eyes flared with heat and this time it was Ciaran who was laughing. “Come mate, let’s get some rest so we may wake up and do it all again.”

Etain smiled and nodded as she yawned, and Ciaran led them back down to their bed. They found each other again, multiple times, throughout the night before the early hours of first night began to find them. Ciaran was positive he would never in a million years get enough of his mate, but he was sure going to try to get his fill before they met their physical end. He knew there would never truly be an end for them.

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