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Story: When Storms Collide
It was my turn to worship him.
“Diana, you don’t have to—” But his words were cut off when I grasped his length in my palm, the touch causing him to twitch.
His lips parted as he watched me. “The queen of Istmere, on her knees before me.” There was a wicked note in his voice, one I had missed so, so much.
“Only for you,” I whispered before taking him into my mouth.
My gaze held his as I tasted him, running my tongue over the wet bead already forming at the tip. His hand fisted in my hair as I stroked him with one hand, tasting him at the same time. He was so hard in my grasp, the sensation of him throbbing against me had wetness pooling between my thighs.
My other hand ran up my thigh towards that heat, and a moan escaped his lips as he watched me touch myself as I pleasured him. The thought sent a shock of desire through me, and his eyes fixed on me had me close to the edge in mere moments. I loved the way he watched me. I moaned, the sound vibrating through his length as I ran my mouth over him, my lips full as they held him.
“Diana—” my name was a prayer on his lips as his head fell back, his teeth capturing his lip as he bit down.
I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, the thick vein that ran along him throbbing beneath my touch. I worked faster, sucking all the way down to the base of him and letting him fall out of my mouth, a bead of saliva trailing from my lips.
“Holy fuck—” He could barely speak, his words a gruff whisper.
“Praying to the Mother for release?” I asked, my brow raised as I pumped his length with my hand.
His voice was dangerous when he responded. “Diana, you’re the only one I pray to now. The only one I worship. The only one I will call out to whenIam onmyknees.”
His words made me cry out, my own fingers pumping in and out of me and the sound of his voice bringing me close. He tried to pull me up, to throw me down on the bed, but I shook my head, remaining on my knees. My fingers slipped out, wetness coating them as I used that hand to stroke him.
“I want to taste you.”
A garbled sound left the back of his throat as my mouth found him once more, sucking him until his thighs wereshaking. His grip in my hair was tight enough that I couldn’t move my head even if I wanted to… but I didn’t.
I wanted him.Allof him.
When he fell over the edge, my mouth filled with the taste of him, swallowing each and every drop as I held his gaze with my own. When he was finished, I licked him clean, licking every ounce of wetness off my fingers with a wicked smile across my lips.
“My turn,” he growled, grabbing me off the floor in one swift movement and throwing me down onto the bed.
He gripped my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the mattress before placing a hand on the inside of my thigh, spreading them before him. He fell to his knees before me as my own knees fell to the side of the bed, opening for him.
“My turn to taste you.” His voice was raw with want.
It was my turn to fist his hair in my grip as his lips teased my inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses along my hot, fevered skin.
I watched as his gaze met mine, a devilish smile across his lips, before he finally kissed where I wanted it most. His mouth met my wetness, slipping his tongue inside and sending a shock of pleasure through me. My head fell back against the bed as I cried out. I squirmed beneath him, but his hand found my stomach, pinning me down to the bed. He lapped against me. The sensation of his tongue against my flesh solidified that I would only worshiphimnow, too. His name was a cry on my lips as his mouth found my most sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking it and then sucking, taking it into his mouth.
“Nik—” the feeling was almost too much, too sharp. I wasn’t sure I could take it.
He laughed against me, his hot breath against my core as he continued, his fingers sliding into me.
“So wet. So perfect.” His voice hummed against me as he worked, his gaze focused on me as he teased cry after cry out of me.
My back arched off the bed, but he held me firmly, his hand still splayed against my stomach.
“I can’t—” I protested, biting my own lip.
“Oh, but you can, Diana.” His gaze burned with want as he watched me writhe under his touch. His voice was wicked against my flesh. I had missed him so, so much.
I couldn’t even count on one hand how many times I had thought of that voice. That mouth. My own hand slipping between my thighs at night while he had been gone.
I craved his touch. When he sucked my nub into his mouth once more, his fingers pumping in and out of me at a relentless pace, curling to hit that spot he knew I loved so much, it was his name on my lips as I came apart. I shattered into a million pieces beneath him.
I fell against the bed as he stood, licking the taste of me off his fingers as his gaze held mine.
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