Page 112 of Darkness Births the Stars #1
“Tell me to stop, Baradaz.” One hand grabbed my ass as he balanced me to bunch up my dress, the soaked material clinging to my skin, his voice a low growl. “Tell me to stop or I won’t be able to.”
“Don’t stop,” I answered, shifting my hips to help him drag down my underthings.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded as his fingers found their way between my thighs, discovering how ready I already was for him.
“ Don’t stop,” I moaned, glad his impatience was as great as mine, our bodies joining the instant all barriers were out of the way.
Oh, yes. My head fell back against the wood at the incredible sensation of him entering me. How could I have forgotten the sheer bliss of his touch? How had I managed to survive all this time without feeling his warmth, his presence?
Curse fate. Curse anyone condemning us. I was never letting him go again.
“Stars, the way you feel around me…”
Noctis’s stricken tone brought my gaze to him as he gave voice to the turmoil within me.
My heart ached at the sight. Never had I seen him so overcome.
His wet hair plastered to his head, a look of such wonder on his face I had to reach out for him.
Our foreheads pressed together, every shaking breath shared, his thrusts inside me so hard my back scraped against the wood.
I loved every moment. A wild laugh escaped me, and I clenched around him, eager to feel him even deeper.
“Baradaz.” He tensed up with a choked gasp of my name, something close to desperation flitting over his face.
Two deep, unrelenting thrusts that hit the perfect spot.
Sharp pleasure surged through me and I cried out.
Noctis buried his face against my neck with a hoarse groan, his hands tightening around me.
Wet heat trickled down my thigh. It took me a moment to realize what it meant. I watched Noctis catch his breath, my surprise giving way to satisfaction. He rarely lost control like this, and it only fueled my desire into a tempest.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his cheeks flushed with an endearing, almost boyish embarrassment. “That didn’t exactly go as planned.”
I suppressed a grin, not wanting him to misread my amusement. Instead, I leaned in and pressed a reassuring kiss to his lips. “You’ve been thinking about this?” I asked softly .
His smile carried a hint of danger, his body warm and solid against mine under the shower. “ Saeraery ,” he replied, running his fingers through my wet hair. “If I did only half the things to you that I’ve been thinking about, you wouldn’t leave my bed for a tenday.”
“That sounds like a promise,” I breathed, my mind racing with a dozen tantalizing possibilities.
Noctis’s lips traced a burning path along my jaw as he slid an arm beneath my knees and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. “Let me make it up to you,” he murmured, and turned off the shower. Then he carried me into the house.
Water dripped from my dress and hair, leaving a trail as we entered the main room.
“Your floors are getting wet,” Noctis remarked, a playful smirk on his lips.
“Curse the floors,” I replied, burying my face against his shoulder. “Take me to the bedroom.”
We never made it to the bed. My lips found those irresistible birthmarks I adored so much. I sank my teeth into them. He groaned, and an instant later, he had me sprawled on the dining table, hovering over me with a wild light dancing in his eyes.
“I guess that means you’ve missed me,” I said with a provoking smile.
“Fifty years, little queen,” he growled. “Fifty fucking years. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
While it was neither our first nor our longest separation, I had to agree with him. Never had I yearned for him more. Need thrummed in my very bones as he pulled me into another deep kiss, returning my earlier favor with a sharp nip to my lip.
“I missed your smile.” He tugged my dress over my head and threw it on the ground unceremoniously, then peppered dozens of kisses on my throat and the tops of my breasts. “I missed every inch of your skin, which seems barely able to contain the fierce light of your being.”
My eyes fluttered shut as I savored the wonderful sensations coursing through me. His gentle touch on my cheek brought my gaze back to him.
“I missed the brightness of your eyes,” he murmured, his voice filled with longing.
“They see me in a way no one else ever has or ever will.” His fingers traced a path to my temple, lingering there.
“I missed your mind,” he continued, a roguish smile playing on his lips.
“Fierce, strong, and always challenging me.”
Our fingers tangled as we fought with the bindings of my chemise, both all too eager to get rid of the garment. With a little laugh, Noctis peeled it off, baring me to him.
“I definitely missed your breasts,” he said earnestly, rolling their full weight in his hands with a contented sigh. “Perfectly made for my hands.”
“Oh, I am so glad you approve,” I gasped out as he sucked one nipple into his mouth.
“It’s no chore.” The insolent twinkle was back in Noctis’s eyes. He licked and teased my nipples as if they were the most delectable treat. Desire pooled hot and molten between my legs at the exquisite attention. “They are made to be worshipped.”
His sudden retreat made me gasp in surprise. But then those strong hands closed around my hips to lift me up to him.
“Your entire body is.”
The bright sunlight filtering in through the window must have revealed everything to his hungry gaze as he spread my thighs.
Yet I couldn’t summon even a hint of shame at the wanton position—no, my blood burned with wild anticipation, and I spread my legs even wider in invitation.
A reverent look flashed over Noctis’s face.
His warm breath brushed against me. Oh, yes. I needed him so much.
“And I truly missed your cunt,” he told me, his voice reduced to a rough growl.
An open-mouthed kiss to the apex of my thighs.
“So sweet.” My entire body trembled as he nibbled along sensitive skin, coming closer and closer to where I wanted him most. “So hot.” The first lick over my clit, and I closed my thighs around his head with a choked whine. “Always so utterly wet for me.”
When he thrust that clever tongue inside me, I was lost. Only his unfaltering grip kept me centered.
I squirmed in his hold in an undeniable desire for more.
Canting my hips against his face in a quicker and quicker rhythm, I gave myself over to the pleasure completely, the wonderful heat building in my abdomen growing into a tempest, longing to break.
Noctis drank me in like a man dying of thirst, his tongue caressing me tirelessly, the sounds that escaped him as he pleasured me as unrestrained as my own loud moans.
My climax raged through me with breathtaking force.
For a moment I feared I was suffocating him, my thighs a vise around him, my hands buried deep in the silky strands of his hair.
Not that Noctis seemed to mind. His face was alive with a wild elation, his eyes aglow as I fell back on the table with a hoarse “Sweet lyr ,” completely spent.
I gathered enough strength to sit up and look at him. “I missed you, too,” I said, a challenging smile appearing on my lips. “At least your clever tongue.”
“Oh, saeraery , I promised I would make it up to you,” he murmured, leaning over me with blazing dark eyes.
His lips found mine, elegant fingers already dancing over the damp curves of my body again, reigniting the flame before it had the slightest chance to gutter out.
“This was definitely only the beginning.”