Page 141 of Soulmateless
“Fuck!” I moan. “You feel… so fucking good!”
He takes his time with it, shuddering while keeping my body pleasured until I finish. Right after, Amias moves up beside me, grabbing me by the waist. I let him, feeling secure in his strong hold, laying my head so he could fit his in the crook of my neck. I breathe heavily as he kisses my neck. “Are you satisfied?”
“Are you looking for more praise, Prettyface?” I chuckle.
He snickers. “I just want to please you.”
“You did.” My hands grip his at my waist. “You've never done this before and yet, you did better than all the other guys I've slept with.”
“Really?”
“Yes. None of them really took their time with it.”
He huffs. “I plan on doing even better in the future. If you’ve made me faint from pleasure, I need to be on the same level.” He kisses my cheek.
“You want me to faint?”
“I want you to feel how that marking felt. It was unbelievably good. You don't understand.” He sighs. “And your praise. I wouldn't have thought it would have such an effect on me.”
I kind of understand. He's been shamed his whole life for loving dreamscreechers, and is now being scolded by his Grandmother and even more by his kingdom, for simply wanting the truth. I turn over my body to face him, him slidinghis hands to my ass. “You're in need of it, and the woman you’ve desired gave it to you.”
He sighs. “Perhaps.” His gaze goes over my shoulder, only for him to smile and look back at me. “I’m glad you're my first time.”
“And it won’t be the last time.” I grin back only to lean in his ear and whisper. “I can't wait to explore what other things make the prince of Love nervous.”
He snorts. “You say it like I know.”
“Just know you don't have to be ashamed around me. They might shame you, but I won't. I want to experiment with you with no fear of finding out what you're into.” I scrunch my brows. “Except with my dreamscreecher form. That's off limits.”
He sticks his tongue out in a sneer. “Understandable. Your dreamscreecher form doesn't belong in the bedroom.”
“Exactly.” I nod. “And nothing with crazy health hazards and non consent. I'm not into that.”
“Me neither.”
“Good. But otherwise, sex is supposed to be fun.” I stroke his cheek. “Don't be ashamed to try something with me. Just ask. I'm experimental.”
He smiles and laughs under his breath. “Just as long as you do the same. If you have something you want to experiment with, I'm open to it, even if I'm new into this.”
“You bet I will.” I focus on those beautiful eyes. Blue eyes. How did our paths even cross? How did I meet and fall in love with the grandson of Amara? With Amias? How?
I think back to the prophecies. They didn't bring our paths together, but it certainly kept them together. Without them, I would be off in Caelestia, never experiencing intimacy with Amias. Amias could've been dead.
Godusa. She wants us together. She's the reason I'm still here. She's the reason Amias is still alive. She's the reason we'rein bed with each other ultimately. “You know… Godusa gave me many prophecies about you.”
“Many?”
“Yes. That's how I've been able to save you all of those times. Godusa wants you alive as much as I. She wantsthis.” I narrow my eyes, glancing away. “She hadn't given me prophecies until I met you.”
He perks a brow. “So my estranged aunt hooked us up?”
“Aunt?”
“All gifts are considered sisters by their father Cosmo, so yeah. She's technically my great aunt.” He laughs before taking in a deep breath “Whywouldshe want me alive? I mean blood never really meant anything to either of them.” His eyes bug for a second. “You're not her descendant, are you?”
I shake my head curtly. Ew. “Godusa’s form is infertile. She has no kin besides the Gifts.”
He lets out a relieved breath. “Okay. My first thought was that she wants to ruin our lives but that theory’s out the window.”
