I buckled beneath his touch, needing him closer, closer,closer.At that moment I didn’t care that we stood in the middle of a public street, that people walked by. I cared about being as close to him as I possibly could.
He tore his lips from mine, the cold absence immediately threatening to swallow me. “Come on,” he laughed, grabbing my hand.
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Carnal heat exploded from him as we tumbled into the cave in the side of the cliff. His hands were immediately on my hips as he backed me against the cave wall, the stone smoothed by wind and sea doing nothing to put out the fire that was raging beneath my skin.
There was nothing in the world other than the places where our bodies touched, where he pressed me to the wall. In one swift movement I was in his arms, my legs hooking around his waist, pulling him as close as I could. His hips ground into me, the evidence of his want pressing hard between my legs.
He moved his hands to my face and wrenched his lips from mine. His eyes, the colors molten, stared into mine with a look I’d never seen, and I swore I could see the ocean in his eyes widening and deepening and churning. It was savagely fervid and somehow tragic, so agonizingly consuming that my core turned to liquid with pureneed.
Without breaking his stare, he carried me to the middle of the cave and laid me on the ground. Standing over me, his towering figure aroused a primal want deep within me. He wasbeautiful.His fingers worked to remove his breastplate, the buckles on his shoulders falling, the long sleeves of his tunic leaving defined, muscular arms in their wake. I gasped at the sight of his broad, bare chest as he removed the tunic, tossing it aside.
He lowered himself to the ground, moving close to my face. “Are you okay?” he breathed. “With this?”
I wanted to scream that yes, yes I was absolutely okay with this. But the words caught in my throat. I pulled him to me, hoping the urgency showed him that I wanted it more than anything in the world.
I clawed at my own tunic, needing to feel his skin on mine, his hands following my own as my skin met the cool cave air. He pulled away, staring down at my naked breasts with burning hunger. I didn’t want to hide. I didn’t want to turn away. I wanted to feel his eyes on me, feel the heat of his stare where I so desperately wanted his hands, his mouth. “Absolutely perfect,” he whispered, shaking his head slightly before lowering his face to my chest, pulling a nipple between his teeth with a force that made me gasp. I felt him laugh against me as I gulped down air. His tongue flicked after his bite and I threw my head back as he moved to my other breast, his hands roving my body while his mouth worked.
“This,” he murmured against my skin. “I thought of this.” I was headed toward delirium, and he hadn’t even made it to–
His hands fumbled at the laces of my pants. I grabbed them from him, needing them gone that second.He sat back and pulled my left foot into his lap, yanking my boot off before moving to the other. My chest heaved at the sight of him kneeling before me. He pulled at the waist of my pants, his eyes boring into mine as he took his time, every graze of his skin on mine agonizing as he threw my pants on the cave floor.
“And this,” he said, lowering his face between my legs. “I thought of this.” He planted kisses on my inner thighs, his breath hot enough that I could feel it through the thin fabric, the last barrier keeping us apart. I panted as his eyes met mine, words dissolving on my tongue every time I tried to speak. His fingers trailed over the fabric until it was slick beneath his touch. “And I thought ofthisevery night.” His voice was enough to make me cry out. Just as the thrill of his words sunk in, his arms looped around my thighs, his fingers gripping hems, and the sound of fabric ripping echoed through the cave as he tore the last bit of modesty I had in half, exposing me to him. Every inch of my body was on fire.
“Absolutelyfuckingperfect.” His mouth settled over me as his tongue followed suit, feasting on every nerve. Euphoria reverberated throughout my body as he worshiped me with his tongue. I was the palette and he was the artist mixing the perfect color, leaving no empty space as he painted.
He pulled away, licking his lips before descending again. A finger joined his tongue as he used the other hand to hold my legs open, baring me to him completely. Up and down his fingertip moved until it hovered over the place I needed him most. He sucked the very core of me into his mouth as his finger finally entered me, immediately hooking against a spot that made me scream. I was close to coming undone, his name on my lips with every movement of his finger, his tongue. I was inching toward the edge of oblivion, grinding against his hand, his mouth, my moans echoing through the cave.
He pulled away and stood, staring at me with a want so deep that it destroyed the last remaining bit of my sanity. He clawed at his pants, the bulge straining against the fabric as he peeled them away. His pulsing length sprang free, my core throbbing at the sight of it. “When you come, I want tofeelit,” he growled, lowering himself to me. “I’ll have time to taste it later.” I could have combusted right there, leaving nothing but smoldering embers on the cave floor.
My fingers dug into his muscled back as he pushed against my entrance, teasing me with movements that were infuriatingly slow. “I want tofeelyou come. Do you understand?” My mouth hung agape as he breathed the words into my mouth. I managed to move my head in some semblance of a nod.
Little by little he sheathed himself in me, each thrust deeper and deeper until we melted into one. The fullness was almost overwhelming, the friction pulling the breath from my lungs. Only when my eyes rolled back did our gazes stray. I relinquished all control at that moment, surrendering wholly to his movements, his taste, his stare.
Glimmers of light began to dance across the cave as the sun broke through the mist, a blizzard of diamonds swirling around us. I swore I could feel them move across my skin as Calomyr buried himself deeper in me. His eyes glittered as he let out a laugh so carefree, so airy that the simple joy of it sent me over the edge. Climax ripped through me like a summer storm sent from Idros, thundering against every part of me the way the waves crashed on the breakwall.
“My fucking Saints,” I breathed as he smiled against my lips.
“Just as I’d imagined it.” I was dizzy with pleasure as his words moved through me. He suddenly pulled back and stood, offering me a hand but only letting me stand halfway before scooping me up again. “Let me tell you how much I thought ofthis,”he growled as he pinned me to the wall once again, entering me with such ferocity I wondered how the entire cave didn’t collapse in on us. “Every. Fucking.Day,”He nipped at my neck between words. “I thought of fucking you like this every day.”Oh my Saints.Diamonds danced around us. We breathed in unison, his lips leaving my body only to stare at me with eyes of shattered gemstones. He watched as I slowly unraveled again, the same look reflected in his eyes. “Are you going to come for me?”
I gasped at his words.
“Yes,” I hissed, my eyes locked on him.
“Come for me, Petra,” he whispered.
Stars swam in my vision as I once again came undone, my legs wrapping tighter around him, my nails tearing at the muscles of his back. Nothing in this world came close to this feeling. I was quaking as he unsheathed himself and spilled across my belly, my hips, his moans telling me just how deep his pleasure ran. The glimmers in the cave dissipated as he lowered me, both of us panting. We sank to the ground, chest to chest as I clung desperately to him. “Most of all,” he whispered. “I thought about this. You.”
His smile was brighter than the diamonds that had just danced for us.