Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,61
beginning for us,” she offers.
“Would you, Liv? Would you allow us to begin anew?”
“Yeah, you big asshole, I really would.” She smiles.
Arching a brow, my lips curve up into a grin. “I don’t know what you said, but it doesn’t matter. I want that as well. You’ll learn to control your magic. I will learn to control my quick temper.”
“Will you?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I disrobe and crawl onto the fur in front of her. “Doubtful.”
“That’s what I thought,” she says right before I tilt my head to the side and take her mouth with my own.
Chapter Twenty-One
AARIC
Liv lies against my chest, her eyes focused on the water as the waves move against the shoreline. She sighs, curling closer to me. Her hand travels up my chest, swirling around my marks as she wraps her fingers around my neck.
“What do they mean?” she asks.
“What?”
“Your tattoos?”
“My talisman?” I ask.
Nodding, I look down into her eyes. “They are my marks, to keep me safe, my ode to the gods.”
Her fingers continue to trace the lines on my chest, over and over. My böllur begins to harden again at the sensation of her soft fingers against my flesh. My eyes flutter closed as I let out a sigh.
“Oh shit,” she cries.
Opening my eyes, I look into hers. She’s focused on my chest, her lips parted in awe. “What?” I ask, unsure of what she’s looking at and why she looks almost terrified.
“It’s glowing,” she breathes.
Lifting my hand, I touch the markings on my body and blue sparks fly from them. Moving my hand, I sit up as Liv tumbles to the side. She’s still staring at my chest in awe, but I can’t actually see the glow.
“What is this?” I demand.
She shakes her head. “I’ve never seen anything like it, but it’s beautiful, Aaric,” she murmurs.
Her eyes sparkle as she watches me. Then without a word she climbs up my body, straddling my thighs, her skjede sliding against my hardened böllur. She’s warm and wet, still dripping with my release from earlier.
“I need you, Aaric,” she exhales.
Reaching between us, I hold myself against her opening. With her eyes focused on mine, looking nowhere else, she sinks down along my length. Dropping my head back between my shoulders, I let out a groan as she takes me inside of her.
“Liv,” I moan.
I feel her hand wrap around the side of my throat. Lifting my head, I open my eyes and look into her green gaze. She smiles as she begins to roll her hips. Reaching for her waist, I grip her tightly as she works me, my other arm stretched out behind me to hold me up.
Her breasts sway as she moves, her eyes intense, dancing with green glitter as she watches me. Her fingers grip the side of my neck tighter, her nails digging into my flesh as she begins to ride, taking from me, taking what she wants—what she needs.
Sliding my hand up her back, I tangle my fingers in her hair, tugging and forcing her body to arch for me. Her breasts push forward, I lean toward her, taking one of her nipples between my lips and sucking.
Her body trembles beneath my touch, beneath my lips. Her hips begin to move faster, to jerk above me as she searches for her release. I grunt, shifting over to her other breast as she grinds down against my pelvis.
Blue light surrounds us, at the same time I hear her cry out as her skjede clamps down around me. Lifting my hips, I fill her from beneath, slamming into her hard with each thrust. Her fingers dig deeper into my neck, causing me pain, but at the same time euphoria.
“Yes,” she shouts as the waves of the ocean drown out her cries of desire.
When my release is on the edge only then, do I roar as my seed fills her body, hopefully entering her womb to plant deep inside of her and create our son. Leaning forward my breathing comes out in pants as I press my forehead against the center of her chest.
Liv’s hands slide around my shoulders, her fingers gently touching my hair, combing through the knots without causing me any pain at all.
“You really need to comb your hair, Aaric,” she whispers.
Chuckling, I lift my head to look up into her bright green gaze. She’s smiling down at me, her eyes dancing as she watches me. We have a moment of complete silence as we just watch one another.