body surrenders to the orgasm that wrecks me from head to toe. I’m shaking so badly that I should be worried about plummeting to the ground, but true to his word, Castien holds me steady.
Just as I’m about to beg him to stop, he lifts his head from between my legs to stare directly at me. His eyes and tattoos are so radiant that they are a light source, casting us in a soft glow. Once again he takes my hips between his hands, only this time he removes my legs from his shoulders and lowers me. So slowly. As he does, he makes sure that my swollen clit, as well as my sex, glides down his chest, and I bite my lip at the eroticism of it.
I bring my hands to rest on his shoulders, never taking my gaze from his as he brings me down inch by inch. The moment my breasts are within reach, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks until I’m writhing in his hold. He gives his attention to the other one, and I shamelessly arch my back, pressing closer. Already I’m panting, my orgasm building, but then his cock brushes my entrance.
And Castien continues to lower me until I’m taking all of him inside me, every fucking inch of his cock. The breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as my body adjusts to his size, but with every second that passes, I relax a little more. I may not be a virgin, yet I feel like one right now.
“Where are you going?” I ask, sliding my arms around his neck as he steps from the shower.
“I don’t think I can fuck you as hard as I want and you not get bruised in the process. So I’m taking you to bed in hopes I don’t injure you with a soft but flat surface.”
I eye the coverlet and bring my gaze back to him. “Won’t we get it wet?”
“Oh, I hope so.” He winks at me. “And that’s why it’s a good thing we have two beds instead of one.”
With us still joined, Castien lays me back on the bed, and instead of pounding into me like I thought, he just looks at me. Almost like he’s never seen me before.
“Do you know how exquisite you are?” he whispers. I shake my head and clench the sheets, trying not to feel self-conscious. “Let me show you.”
He takes my hand, and my gaze zips to the metallic swirls now encircling my forearms. They match his and glow just as brightly. My chest constricts with worry, and questions rise to the forefront of my mind as I stare at them. But then he brushes the marks with his lips, and the action calms me immediately. Instead of focusing on the foreign tattoos, I can only watch Castien as he begins to move inside me.
The light in the room intensifies, as does my passion. While gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts, he lays my arm down and then laces our fingers, pressing both my hands into the bedding.
“Are you ready?” he rasps.
I wrap my legs around his waist and give him a single nod, my gaze locked onto the twinkling lights that are gathering behind him. They swirl and undulate right before taking the shape of a set of wings. The beauty of them is breathtaking, but Castien slams into me so forcefully that I have to shut my eyes as I’m dragged into an undercurrent of ecstasy. As though being tossed about in a tumultuous sea, my body is not under my control. Instead, I’m riding wave after wave of pleasure as he pistons into me, his cock driving deeper with every stroke. My orgasm builds so quickly that I can’t process it, nor do I have time to scream. My lips part and breath leaves my lungs as I careen into never-ending bliss, stars bursting behind my eyes.
Castien’s growl of satisfaction and the swelling of his cock penetrate the fog of ecstasy surrounding me, and I open my eyes to watch him come. His hair, loose and flowing about his shoulders, sways with his movements, and every muscle in his body is taut with a delicious tension. He zeroes in his gaze on mine and fucks me harder, almost like a challenge. And then I’m sailing again into a tide of pleasure so vast I dig my nails into his hands to anchor myself to him. Like a ship