Page 61 of Aubade Rising

His hands trail a path from my shoulders to my waist, gripping tightly when they reach my trousers. His caramel eyes meet mine, questioning. I pull his lips to mine, kissing him soundly in response. If we only have tonight, then I’m done talking.

My hands dive into his thick hair, tugging his head to one side so I have better access to his mouth.

His lips are soft but soon lose their gentleness as he deepens the kiss, reigniting the heat from earlier in the Koes Dowr.

With no one to interrupt us now, he kisses me leisurely, cupping my face.

I press my body into his, wanting to feel every hard line of muscle.

His hands roam under my clothes, tugging and pulling them over my head until I stand completely naked in front of him.

A scorching fervour radiates from his bare chest to mine as he walks me backwards to the wall.

The cool stone pressing into my back calms me enough to concentrate on removing his clothes.

They too hit the floor and the sound causes Eskar to break our kiss, eyes glazed.

He tilts my head and works his way along the length of my neck, across my collarbones, to my breasts.

My back arches and I press towards his touch, wanting, needing to be closer.

He chuckles at my movements; hands gripping my wrists and pinning them to the wall, he sinks to his knees.

I have no illusions now about who is in control, despite him kneeling before me.

His pace slows, and heat builds in my body; anticipating the next kiss or lick is agonising as he descends down my stomach.

His soft hair tickles my ribcage as he worships my skin.

I tug at my restrained wrists, wanting to touch him, to run my hands down his muscled back.

A deep chuckle whispers over my skin and my breath catches at the sensation.

“Use your words, Sage,” his hands tighten slightly, letting me know he has no intention of letting me go. Not unless I beg him to.

“I want more,” my throat is dry, my body flooded with desire.

I shift my weight between my feet, desperate to ease the tension inside my stomach as his mouth lowers slightly, tantalisingly close to where I need him, before returning to my breasts.

The sensation is frustratingly close to perfect but it’s not enough.

“Like this?” his tongue flicks across my nipple and my legs give out. His chest presses me into the wall, refusing to let me sink to the floor.

“More,” I don’t recognise the husky tone coming from my mouth and feel my cheeks redden. I stumble as he pulls away slightly and gives me a small reprieve before his lips return to my body.

“Like this?” Eskar’s lips travel down, pausing briefly at my hipbone before reaching my centre. Everything in the room disappears when I feel his hot breath on my skin; my head falls back, focusing only on remaining standing and the sensations he’s creating.

“Yes.”

One of his hands frees my wrist and I bury my fingers deep in his hair, guiding his head to where I need to feel his lips the most. He lifts my knee over his shoulder, granting him better access as I feel his tongue part my folds and glance over my clit.

He takes his time with me, kissing and licking until I’m so tightly wound that I can’t focus on standing.

My overheated skin warms the wall behind me and, as my leg trembles, he pulls away briefly, blowing softly on my exposed clit.

His gaze rises to meet mine and he smirks.

My stomach heats in response. He is so devastatingly gorgeous.

Eskar returns to kissing and sucking, stroking me in a way that causes pressure to build low in my hips.

I squirm against the intensity of his touch, not wanting to give in, wanting to savour this moment.

His body fixes me in place, demanding I feel everything that he is giving me.

The pressure continues to build and his name slips from my lips, again and again.

The remaining restraint falls away and I hear him moan deeply, the sensation driving me closer to the edge.

His kisses are relentless. I force my lungs to keep breathing, my focus consumed with the sensation between my thighs.

Pressure swells and my hands hold his head in place, desperate for him to continue his ministrations.

He doesn’t cease and continues to drive me towards the edge, maintaining the rhythm that drives all coherent thought from my head.

I tilt my hips a fraction and stars erupt across my vision as I come apart.

His tongue expertly guides me through wave after wave of pleasure.

The room blackens as my eyes drift closed, lungs fighting for breath.

Eskar carefully lowers my leg to the ground and peels me off the wall, strong hands catching my swaying body before guiding me towards his bed.

He lays me down softly and positions himself at my side, his hands running up and down my skin, bringing me down from my climax.

I watch his eyes take in my body, spread out next to him, following the trail of his hands over my fevered skin.

My breath back under control, I turn to face him, searching for a glimmer of regret in his eyes.

I know he wants more from me, but this is all I can offer right now: my body and a momentary distraction from the precarious chaos around us.

Finding none, I lean towards him, placing a kiss above his heart.

He lets me push him on to his back, his length still hard and I cast my gaze along his body.

The bruises are fading, the lacerations healing, soon all marks from our time together in the Haag will disappear – leaving pure muscled perfection behind.

I run my fingers lightly over his flushed skin, goosebumps pebble under my touch.

He tucks his hands behind his head, content to let me explore and I feel myself return his smirk.

I’m going to return the favour. He’s not leaving this bed until he begs me to let him come.

I trail my fingers down his chest, lightly over his stomach and stop just above his cock. Eskar exhales loudly and tenses. “I’m warning you, it’s been a while since anyone’s touched me like that.” Good. I like the thought of having him all to myself.

I wrap my hand around his length, watching his reaction.

He fixes his eyes on my hand as it moves up and down, twisting slightly.

I catch myself smiling when he hisses through his teeth and lets his head fall back on to the pillow.

I pick up the pace, enjoying wringing moans from his lips. Then I stop abruptly.

His eyes pop open, “You cruel woman.” I smile innocently, pretending I have no idea what he’s talking about and resume my stroking. Each time I feel him approach the edge, I freeze, allow him to catch his breath before continuing. I want him begging.

“Please. Don’t stop. I can’t… I need…” the words tumble out between moans of ecstasy and I remove my hand entirely.

Eskar’s eyes snap open, his pupils dilated as I straddle his hips leaving inches between us.

I reach down with one hand to touch myself, smearing wetness all over my fingers.

His biceps flex, fingers gripping the bedsheet, knuckles white.

Unable to keep teasing us both, I lower slightly, positioning his cock at my entrance, using my hips to roll the tip over my clit.

One of us moans loudly, and I feel my eyes roll back in my head, revelling in the sensation.

“Please,” he rasps, hands now on my thighs. He doesn’t take away my control but there’s coiled desperation in his fingertips as they press into my heated skin.

I arch my back, letting my hair graze the tops of my shoulders as I sink down onto him. His cock fills me completely. I take a moment to catch my breath at the most glorious sensation of stretching and adjust. Then I begin to move.

Acting on instinct, my hips roll towards him, angling him deeper inside.

Our gazes lock and I feel a light sheen of sweat develop across my chest. His hands don’t leave my hips, letting me set the pace.

The familiar sense of pressure returns, slowly building in my lower stomach.

I move faster, hands steadying myself on his shoulders.

Our lips meet briefly, but cannot linger, concentrating on the sensations growing between us.

I hear him call my name and feel his legs tense.

I freeze, not wanting it to end yet, loving the control.

“Sage!” he shouts, voice hoarse.

“Not yet,” I chuckle, leaning back a little. He swears loudly and watches as I take one hand to my clit and circle it gently.

The sensation of touching myself whilst he is buried deep inside me has my body clenching.

I rock back and forth, focusing on the pressure building until I can’t control myself anymore.

I erupt, my vision splintering and I scream.

My hips continue to move through the savage waves of pleasure that run through me.

Eskar’s hands find them, setting the rhythm he needs and pounding inside me until he comes.

We both collapse, panting, bodies shaking from our orgasms. I crumple onto to the mattress.

A while later, Eskar’s breathing steadies. He turns to me, “You’re going to pay for that.” We laugh and he rolls on top of me, bracketing me with his arms and capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.