Obsidian - Miranda Bridges Page 0,33
grip the strands of his hair, all but shoving him closer, and he growls, the tiny vibrations setting me off. My scream echoes in the enclosed space, drowning out his low groan. There isn’t a single part of me that isn’t blazing with ecstasy, and I swear I’ve been struck by lightning as currents of heat stream through me like my blood is composed of magma. My sex weeps, and Castien is there, drinking it in as if it’s a drug. Only I’m the one who feels high, my entire body weightless.
Castien presses a kiss on my inner thigh, and I sigh, letting my arms fall to my sides while my heart struggles to beat normally. Then I’m shrieking when he takes my other leg and adjusts it onto his free shoulder, slowly getting to his feet. With large hands, he grabs my hips and keeps me steady as I rise higher into the air. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I grip his hair, my eyes wide.
“What are you doing?!” I ask, my voice shrill. Every ounce of passion has disintegrated with this shift in position, and I’m staring down at the tiled floor hoping I don’t crash, landing headfirst.
“Relax, damsel.”
“You relax.” I shake my head wildly, my hair flinging water onto the walls. “On second thought, don’t relax. Put me down.”
He tightens his hold on me in a nonverbal warning. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Now flatten your palms against the ceiling.” When I’m slow to obey, he nips at my inner thigh. “You need to trust me.”
I do as instructed, but that doesn’t stop me from making a face at him. I’ve felt vulnerable many times in my life; however, hovering more than six feet off the ground in a slippery shower with an alien between my legs is near the top.
Until he trails his tongue from my sex up to my clit and pulls the bud into his mouth. Then I don’t give a damn about anything as arousal coils around me, stealing my breath and taking me prisoner. Actually, it’s Castien who has me in his clutches, literally and emotionally, but I can’t think about that as he pleasures my body.
After wrapping one arm around my waist to keep me steady, he slides his fingers down the seam of my ass until he’s circling my sex.
“This belongs to me,” Castien says, almost reverently. “No other male will ever see or touch it, and even if I don’t get to have it this night, I’m content. What really matters to me is this.” He brings his hand to rest just above my breast where my heart thumps wildly against his palm. “I want what’s in here, Jade.”
Words escape me as I gaze down at him, staring into the depths of his silver eyes. Inside them is his soul, bared and vulnerable for me to see with acute clarity. Gone is the veneer of male arrogance and sardonicism, and in its place is genuine emotion, a yearning for connection.
A yearning for love.
That is something that frightens me more than anything I’ve ever come across in my life. To give my devotion to someone only to live the rest of my life hoping they feel the same is not an uncertainty I can handle, yet when I look at Castien, I want to give him my heart…
But I’ll start with my body.
I lower my arm and cover his hand with mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You said you belong to me, but I want to be yours as well.”
He smiles at me, the most beautiful look of elation on his face I’ve ever seen. My chest constricts at the expression, and I find my lips turning upward with joy.
“You will not regret this,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I will fulfill your every desire and worship you with every part of my body.”
And then he makes good on his vow to me. While pleasuring my clit with his mouth, he brings his fingers to my sex, and there is no gentle probing. Like he would with his cock, Castien thrusts them inside me, his strokes so quick and fierce that I’m digging my nails into the ceiling, my head hanging as though I’m a rag doll. Pleasure slams into me with the force of a hurricane, and I chant his name as if it will keep me tethered to him instead of flying away.
“Castien, I’m coming.”
A whimper escapes me as my