to vow itself to her eternal pleasure.
But it couldn’t make that promise, and Bale wouldn’t lie to her. More than he already had.
He would remember this though, and likely it would be his last thought before the petralys enclosed him in stone permanently.
Meanwhile, he was hard as rock, letting her pound herself into her own oblivion.
He let off one more surreptitious spark as her inner muscles tightened around him and she convulsed with a sweet, breathless, shattered cry.
Her eyes flared open just as the ember died out, but in that half-a-heartbeat, their gazes met, and his own orgasm seized him.
He couldn’t come any more than he could bleed or sweat or cry, the petralys having stolen everything else along with the quickening of his ichor. Despite that, the muscles in his groin clenched and spasmed, and he choked out a strangled roar. The fractured release swept through him like a dark wind scouring his veins.
But this torment he would gladly seek out again and again.
She was still breathing erratically when he slipped free of her trembling pussy and eased down her body. He kissed his way over her breasts and her navel and nuzzled the scattering of curls on her mound.
She put one hand on his head with a soft sound that might’ve been an attempt at surrender. Or maybe it was a command.
He blew a breath across the plump, faintly glistening folds and the naked pearl of her clit. This was his reward for living in darkness, to see this tender devastation and breathe the faint iron tang of her blood when anyone else would’ve missed it. She wound her fingers in his hair, urging and restraining at the same time. He was gentle but ruthless, showing her there were no limits to the delights of her own body except the ones of her mind.
She cried out and jackknifed around him, clamping hands on both his shoulders. He could only hope she was too focused on the sensation he gave her as he fed on her pleasure to notice his flaws.
When she fell back limply, he kissed her one last time before pulling himself up beside her. To his consternation, his right arm shook unsteadily, and he lowered himself to the mattress, angling his left side away from her. Before he collapsed.
She turned her head to kiss his neck then let out a gusting sigh across his jugular. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I believe I asked you to say the word.”
“What word was it? Yes? No? Open sesame?”
“Open Esme, actually.”
She gasped in feigned outrage. “You, sir, are no gentleman.”
“Which you said you knew.”
She harrumphed and tucked her chin on his shoulder. “I suppose.” She was not reaching for him now, he realized. He closed his eyes.
Was she obeying his prohibition? Or had she felt something, sensed something while they fucked? If so, it hadn’t stopped her.
He’d never been so grateful for the darkness.
With his good hand, he tucked the blankets around her, partly to guard her against the chill as her body cooled, but also to prevent her from changing her mind. It was one thing to suspect the extent of his warped body, another to see it—or feel it.
With her head nestled against his good shoulder, she murmured, “I feel…”
He tensed. Here it was. The suckerpunch.
“Like a million bucks,” she finished.
He grunted. “That’s all?”
She bit his shoulder, not quite as hard as he might’ve liked. But almost. “So full of yourself.”
“Full of you, considering I ate you out—”
She gasped again. “Too much.”
“Never enough,” he demurred.
She lifted her head, her dark gaze slumberous and unfocused in the gloom. “Again?”
His pulse stuttered eagerly at the thought. At least he hadn’t been a disappointment. “Not tonight. You’ll be sore tomorrow as it is.” His kind had caused her enough pain.
“Tomorrow…” Her head drooped back to his chest. “But tonight isn’t over, not yet. Especially since it’s so damned dark in here.”
“The sun will be up soon.”
“So much
But it couldn’t make that promise, and Bale wouldn’t lie to her. More than he already had.
He would remember this though, and likely it would be his last thought before the petralys enclosed him in stone permanently.
Meanwhile, he was hard as rock, letting her pound herself into her own oblivion.
He let off one more surreptitious spark as her inner muscles tightened around him and she convulsed with a sweet, breathless, shattered cry.
Her eyes flared open just as the ember died out, but in that half-a-heartbeat, their gazes met, and his own orgasm seized him.
He couldn’t come any more than he could bleed or sweat or cry, the petralys having stolen everything else along with the quickening of his ichor. Despite that, the muscles in his groin clenched and spasmed, and he choked out a strangled roar. The fractured release swept through him like a dark wind scouring his veins.
But this torment he would gladly seek out again and again.
She was still breathing erratically when he slipped free of her trembling pussy and eased down her body. He kissed his way over her breasts and her navel and nuzzled the scattering of curls on her mound.
She put one hand on his head with a soft sound that might’ve been an attempt at surrender. Or maybe it was a command.
He blew a breath across the plump, faintly glistening folds and the naked pearl of her clit. This was his reward for living in darkness, to see this tender devastation and breathe the faint iron tang of her blood when anyone else would’ve missed it. She wound her fingers in his hair, urging and restraining at the same time. He was gentle but ruthless, showing her there were no limits to the delights of her own body except the ones of her mind.
She cried out and jackknifed around him, clamping hands on both his shoulders. He could only hope she was too focused on the sensation he gave her as he fed on her pleasure to notice his flaws.
When she fell back limply, he kissed her one last time before pulling himself up beside her. To his consternation, his right arm shook unsteadily, and he lowered himself to the mattress, angling his left side away from her. Before he collapsed.
She turned her head to kiss his neck then let out a gusting sigh across his jugular. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I believe I asked you to say the word.”
“What word was it? Yes? No? Open sesame?”
“Open Esme, actually.”
She gasped in feigned outrage. “You, sir, are no gentleman.”
“Which you said you knew.”
She harrumphed and tucked her chin on his shoulder. “I suppose.” She was not reaching for him now, he realized. He closed his eyes.
Was she obeying his prohibition? Or had she felt something, sensed something while they fucked? If so, it hadn’t stopped her.
He’d never been so grateful for the darkness.
With his good hand, he tucked the blankets around her, partly to guard her against the chill as her body cooled, but also to prevent her from changing her mind. It was one thing to suspect the extent of his warped body, another to see it—or feel it.
With her head nestled against his good shoulder, she murmured, “I feel…”
He tensed. Here it was. The suckerpunch.
“Like a million bucks,” she finished.
He grunted. “That’s all?”
She bit his shoulder, not quite as hard as he might’ve liked. But almost. “So full of yourself.”
“Full of you, considering I ate you out—”
She gasped again. “Too much.”
“Never enough,” he demurred.
She lifted her head, her dark gaze slumberous and unfocused in the gloom. “Again?”
His pulse stuttered eagerly at the thought. At least he hadn’t been a disappointment. “Not tonight. You’ll be sore tomorrow as it is.” His kind had caused her enough pain.
“Tomorrow…” Her head drooped back to his chest. “But tonight isn’t over, not yet. Especially since it’s so damned dark in here.”
“The sun will be up soon.”
“So much
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