As she meets my gaze again, the mesmerizing swirl of cobalt and emerald in her glowing eyes captivates me. I’m lost in the depths of her look, enraptured by the enchanting allure,until I lean in, reconnecting our lips in a kiss deepened by the magic of the forest around us.
I hoist her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to me as I devour her. There’s no room for soft and gentle kisses; my need is too urgent, too demanding. Clutching her tightly, I press her against me, my arousal undeniable against her stomach. Impatience gets the better of me, and with a snap of my fingers, our clothes vanish, becoming a pile on the forest floor. She breaks our kiss with a giggle, glancing at our discarded garments.
“Someone’s in a hurry,” she teases.
I lean close, whispering into her ear, “Oh, my shadow, I plan to savor every moment once I’m inside you.” I nibble at her earlobe then carry her toward the water’s edge. Her grip tightens as we approach the top of the waterfall, her excitement palpable. “Hang on tight.”
I leap off the ledge.
Her scream pierces the air, a thrilling sound that makes me chuckle as my wings unfurl, gliding us smoothly through the cool mist of the falls. We plunge into the warm waters of the swimming hole below. As Lyra tips her head back to look up at the cascading water, I take advantage of her distraction. I capture one of her breasts, teasing her nipple with my mouth, eliciting moans as she begins to grind against me.
I release her breasts and grasp her hips, lifting her until my swollen cock aches at her entrance. The need to be inside her is almost overwhelming. She brushes my damp hair out of my face and reaches down between us, grabbing my cock and giving it a firm stroke, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip with anticipation. I press into her a bit, testing, and the warm clench of her pussy nearly undoes me.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and our eyes lock—intense, fiery. With a firm grip on her hips, Islowly lower her onto me. Her breath catches, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she takes me in, inch by inch. The sensation is excruciatingly perfect, and I resist the urge to fuck her hard, letting her adjust to me.
I lift her up slowly, setting a rhythm that has her meeting my thrusts instinctively. She runs her hands through my hair, gripping my shoulders for leverage, her nails digging in slightly, spurring me to pull her tighter against me. When her lips find mine again, she devours me with a desperation, as if I’m the only water in a desert she’s been lost in. Her tongue explores my mouth with urgent hunger, and I’m lost in the ferocity of her need.
My hand stays wrapped tightly around her, while my other hand wanders between us, pressing against her clit. At my touch, she moans into my mouth, a sound so raw it nearly drives me over the edge. I circle her clit with my thumb, coaxing another moan that vibrates between us, fueling my arousal further.
Moving us to the edge of the water, I press her back against the cool, wet rocks, lifting one of her thighs to deepen my thrusts. She breaks away from my kiss, her head falling back as she gasps, “Colton, oh gods.”
The sound of my name on her lips intensifies my movements. I want to hear more, need more from her. “I want to hear you say that you’re mine,” I demand, pausing with my cock teasingly pulled back. “Mine and only mine,” I clarify, before driving back into her hard, claiming her with every thrust. I want her to remember the feel of my cock for days to come.
“I’m yours, only yours,” she says, her breath ragged as she locks eyes with me. “Now and forever,” she adds, her voice a whisper of commitment against the rush of the waterfall around us. I thrust into her relentlessly,driven by the affirmation of her words, until she is screaming my name, her body convulsing around me in a powerful release. Her climax triggers my own, and I surrender to the sensation, spilling into her as waves of pleasure crash through me.
As her body relaxes, spent from the intensity, she leans heavily against me for support. Carefully, I maneuver us to a nearby ledge and sit down, keeping her in my lap, my cock still pressed inside her. She rests her head on my shoulder, her breaths evening out.
Gently, I brush wet strands of hair from her face and plant a tender kiss on her forehead. Around us, her hair floats in the water like a blanket of white silk, framing her face in the soft light filtering through the water.
She slips off my lap to sit beside me, leaving a void where her warmth had been. Even submerged in the water up to her neck, her form shimmers invitingly through the crystal-clear depths.
“What are you smiling like that for?” she teases, catching my admiring glance.
“I think you know exactly why, enchantress,” I reply, my voice a low rumble. Her laughter rings through the air, beautiful and carefree, and she playfully splashes water at me. I catch her hand mid-splash, pulling her back to me with a gentle tug. She willingly wraps her legs around my waist again, her hands threading through my hair.
Leaning in, she kisses me—her lips soft, her touch tender. Her tongue traces my bottom lip tantalizingly before she pulls back slightly, her eyes sparkling with emotion. As she lowers her shields, her intense feelings flood into me, leaving me nearly breathless.
“I love you, Colton,” she whispers, her voice laden with sincerity. Hearing those words—ones I’ve longed to hear and have held within my heart—stirs something profound in me.
“I know. I can feel it,” I respond, surprising her slightly with my response. Before she can retort, I let my own shields drop, revealing the depth of my feelings. She inhales sharply, overwhelmed by the raw emotions now laid bare between us.
“I am so madly in love with you, my shadow,” I confess, my voice thick with emotion. “It would take more than any prophecy, more than the gods themselves, to keep me away from you. You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go.”
Her smile, sweet and filled with love, draws me back to her lips. I kiss her again, sealing my vow with the taste of her mouth.
“Lyra Lewis, marry me. Let’s complete the ultimate bonding ceremony and intertwine our souls forever,” I say, holding her gaze, feeling the ripple of surprise through her open shields. It quickly warms into excitement and love, confirming she’s not just agreeing out of obligation.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her smile widening.
She kisses me again, and the kiss turns desperate, both of us needing to be closer, to become one. She reaches for me, her hand wrapping around my hard cock, a satisfied sigh escaping her as she feels me ready for her. I lift her from the water, positioning her on the edge of the rock at the perfect height for me. As I enter her, she clings to me, her need mirroring my own. I thrust into her deeply, giving her all of me, over and over.
Later,as we manage to pull ourselves away from each other, we dry off and get dressed. Lyra suggests walking back home instead of channeling. Despite my warning about the distance, she insists, eager to take in more of the Dream Forest. Hand in hand, we walk through the forest, the day nearly spent. The sun hangs low, casting long shadows, and the evening chorusof frogs begins to fill the air, echoing around us as dusk settles in.
“Today has been utterly perfect,” Lyra says beside me.
I nod but can’t help adding, “Even with the rough start.” I immediately regret mentioning Nyx. The last thing I want is to sour the mood.
“Yes, because now I get to spend the rest of my life loving you,” she counters, stirring a fierce desire within me.
