Page 41 of Secrets and Starlight
He smiled into me, kissing my entrance farewell before licking my thighs. Slowly, achingly, he crawled up my body, running his tongue up my stomach as he went. He lapped at my nipples and kissed my neck before straightening over me. His cock bumped against my belly.
“You’ve been claimed,” he rasped. “You’re mine.”
“Yes. Yours.”
Desperate to touch him, I lifted my hips. His tip was warm, and I wiggled, spreading his precum across my stomach.
He moaned with surprise, his eyes closing, surrendering to me, if only for a moment. Pressing my advantage, I pushedagainst his shoulder until he was on his back. I rose up on my knees, straddling his thighs as I looked down at him.
“My turn,” I grated. “You’re mine too.”
He tried to sit up, but I didn’t give him the chance, seizing his cock with my mouth. I smiled around him as he groaned, throwing his head back onto the bed.
When I released him from my mouth, I ran my tongue up along his length, looking up at him. “Zayne, you belong to me as much as I belong to you. This thing between us? It cannot be broken.”
I lashed his tip with my lips and then licked his stomach. Dragging my tongue up his body, I lapped up the taste of him, cedar and rain.
“Mine,” I echoed, trailing his torso with kisses as I neared his face.
Zayne’s gaze found mine, our lips inches apart, his expression mirroring the intensity that had overtaken me. I snarled, consuming his lips with another kiss as I reached down to stroke his cock. My other hand reached for his horns, pressing into my prince’s sensitive spot.
He moaned. Shadows wavered as his control faltered. His length spasmed, rhythmic in my grip. Warm cum sprayed against my belly, forming ribbons on his stomach. He writhed beneath me, causing my own sex to clench at the sight.
I flushed, curious how his cum would feel inside me.
As his ecstasy subsided, he blinked up at me. For a heartbeat, we were all that existed. I soaked up the certainty that the pleasure we shared could be enough to sustain us—it had to be.
Abruptly, his lips sharpened into a smirk. This time, he pressed against my shoulder, forcing my back against the bed.
“My turn,” he growled, pressing his palm to my sex.
I cried out, frustrated by his sudden claim for control. A frustration that he quickly soothed with pressure to my clit and several fingers inside me.
He worked me to my peak again—and again. I fought my magic as it threatened to overcome me. With each climax, our tether grew stronger still. And all the while, I watched with increasing hunger as his cock grew hard again.
When I next had him at my mercy, I memorized the shape of his cock with my tongue. I learned how to draw a particularly gaspy, desperate moan from his throat.
The night became endless. Light and shadow, we were an infinity of our own. We left so much unsaid, our bodies speaking a dialogue faster than words, and too soon, the dark purple of early dawn threatened through the window. We were spent and sore and still tempted by another round.
“Here,” Zayne said, scooting to the end of the bed. He took a long swig of water, wet a washcloth, and handed the water skin to me. I took a deep, delicious drink as he ran the cloth over my breasts, now sticky with his cum. He fondled them lightly, and then wiped up my sex. “You took everything so well.”
Despite the soreness, I rubbed myself against the washcloth. “Even if we didn’t…”
“There is far more to sex than me putting my cock inside you.” He threw the washcloth aside and scooted behind me, snuggling me close and cupping my breast in his hand.
I shuddered, all too aware of every inch of his skin, his hard, warm cock pressing against my back. I leaned into his touch. “You’re teasing me again.”
He nipped at my ear. “Ayla, when I’m inside you for the first time, I want you rested and needy. When the time comes, you’re going to beg me for pleasures you’ve never known, and I’ll show you every sensation until you can think of nothing but me.”
I gasped, squirming against him, trying to turn around, but he pinned me firmly in place.
“But first, for at least a few minutes, we need rest.”
Chapter fourteen
Dawn at Dusk
Zayne
