Page 86 of Heir Of Sun And Moon
My mouth stops his words as my tongue follows the movements of my body, and I can’t help but smile at the way his breath stutters in response. He then emits what can only be described as a growl of pleasure, the noise so carnal that it causes me to whimper in response. Stars above, is it normal to feel this way? To be so undone by simply melding your body to someone like this? To want their scent branded into your lungs and their taste to be a permanent pleasure on your lips?
Flynn slowly slides an arm up and around my waist. The world tilts, and suddenly I’m underneath him, his hips sinking into the middle of my widened legs.
“You like being in control?” he taunts me from above with a provocative smirk.
“Do… you like that?” I ask, vulnerability somewhat cooling me down as I stare into his darkened eyes.
They soften for just a moment before he leans down and presses a sweet kiss to my mouth. “I like anything you do,” he breathes against my lips as he slowly drags his hand down my side. I can hear the pounding of my heart in my ears, my skin tingling under his touch. My breath catches at the feel of him—of how hard and ready he is forme—and I can feel how wet I am for him as my body conforms to his above me, my hands roaming his back. “But I especially likethat.”
He braces his weight on one forearm by my head as he kisses me again, somehow deeper and harder than before. His other hand finds purchase on my hip, pinning me in place with a tenderness that lets me know I can move at any time. I don’t want to stop him though. No, I need more. I want all of him—with nothing between us. And I’ll give him whatever he wants, whatever he’ll take of me—it’s all his.I’mhis, and maybe that’s why I let the words slip out.
“Explore me,” I whisper, recalling how he said he’d do that very thing once we were safe. And that’s all I have ever felt with Flynn—safe. From the very first interaction, he has always made me feel at ease. I trust him with every part of me, including my body. His hips sink further into me, his cock straining against his trousers as he lines up perfectly with where I need more of that sweet friction.
“You have no idea how badly I want to,” he rasps. His rough voice is a pleasurable scrape along my body as his teeth gently pull on my lower lip. My fingers skim up his sides, nails dragging along his skin as I lift his shirt higher and higher. “You can tell me ‘no,’ and I will stop at any time, you know that right?”
“Don’t stop.” My voice is unrecognizable to my own ears, and when his hips roll in response, I descend further into our chaos—everything else becoming a distant fragment outside my reality.
My magic starts humming inside of me, warmth and white light pushing on the confines of my body as I moan at every new sensation. For once, the only thing I feel is desire; it devours me from within, setting every nerve ending alight with need. My hips lift, and I rock against him until I’m left panting. The hand on my hip travels slowly underneath my shirt, his fingers moving closer to my breast as his mouth continues to devour mine. He kisses me thoroughly, soundly, in a way that makes me feel powerful.
All I know is this pleasure and the intoxicating grip it has on my senses. My hands roam down his back and lower, until they are dipping under the waistband of his pants. The muscles of his backside flex as he grinds into me, and just that sensation has tension beginning to coil at the base of my spine, my toes curling into the bed.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs as his lips start traveling down my jaw and neck again. When the tip of his thumb grazes under my bralette, I gasp and arch my back, wanting to give him more. And wanting to take everything in return.
But the moment is interrupted by three knocks on the door.
Chapter Forty-Four: Rhea
FlynnandIfreeze,our hands placed precariously on each other’s bodies. I take in his wide pupils and the way his tan skin is flushed. When another set of knocks sounds, followed by the grumbles of an older woman, Flynn drops his forehead to mine and sighs. “It is better that we stop anyway,” he whispers, much to my chagrin. Flynn laughs as his eyes close for a moment, the hand under my shirt sliding back down to my hip.
The weight of his body on top of me is a comfort, a feeling of security. Of home. And of love. My heart flips for a moment at the thought of that word and what it means.Love.I think I love him. I repeat the words in my head, and each time, the truth of them becomes more and more clear.I love him.
Like he can hear my thoughts, Flynn’s eyes open and he pulls his head back to look at me. Our gazes lock, and something flashes there quicker than I can read before he kisses the tip of my nose and sits up, taking a slow deep breath.
“Do you not want to—” I bite my still-tingling lip, blushing under the weight of his gaze despite how we just writhed together until I was nearly brought to an orgasm.
“Of course I want to,” he answers my unfinished question.
“But the night at the lake… You said it was self-preservation. What did you mean?” I ask quietly, finally meeting his gaze.
His lips draw into a slow, devastating smile. “It means that I was trying to restrain myself.” His eyebrows draw down slightly before he leans over and brings his thumb up to my lip—which is once again trapped between my teeth—and gently frees it. “I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise. That was never my intention.”
“And why is it better that we stop now?” I question.
Another knock shakes the door, but he ignores it as he pulls me up to sit as well, his hands then framing my face. “Don’t mistake my preference not to fuck you in an inn or in the woods as me not having the desire at all,” he declares. His voice is deep and sharp as it drags along my skin, causing goosebumps to raise in its wake. “You deserve to be somewhere we can take our time, where we can explore every inch of each other—as promised—without worrying about someone hearing our moans of pleasure or interrupting us.”
“Gods,” I whisper before our lips meet again. The kiss is both how I always hoped it would feel to share myself with another and still nothing like how I imagined it could be. And maybe that’s because I never allowed myself to think about a scenario where the man kissing me was someone like Flynn. With a deep groan, he finally lets go of me and stands, walking over to the door.
“Immie, what is all of this?” he asks, stepping out of the way as the older woman walks in holding a small cake, a black bag, and a glass bottle with a cork in it.
“I assumed you two would want some privacy and wouldn’t be attending the town festivities for Summer Solstice.” She huffs out a breath as she walks over to the table. “Plus, it isn’t a birthday unless you have cake.”
I halt my steps towards her as my gaze swings over to Flynn’s. He tilts his head to the side as he looks at Immie, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And whose birthday are we celebrating exactly?” he asks cautiously.
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me boy,” she chides, turning to face us and pinning me under her stare. “I would recognize those green eyes anywhere.” Her lips curve to the side, her hand going to a small pendant hanging from a silver chain around her neck. I bite back the urge to ask her what she means by that. She limps to me, wrapping my hand in hers. “Anyway, your secret is safe with me. Flynn here can attest to that. You made the right choice, leaving with him. He’s a good boy, even if his hair could use a cut and his style is a bit bland.”
“I’m right here,” Flynn mumbles as I bite back a laugh.
