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Chapter twenty-five

The Starlit Pool

Ayla

Zayne’s arousal was evident from his starstruck face and his hardened cock. From the waves of provocation that flooded the tether.

And he wasn’t the only one.

Giving him my starlight had felt good. The fact shook me to the core. If shadows could swallow starlight, he could destroy me and I’d delight in it.

But if there was one thing I knew for certain about Zayne, it was that he was good, through and through. Even his misguided attempts to protect me were rooted in good intentions.

Despite it all, I trusted him.

A deep, dangerous trust that made me crave him unlike ever before. My body was his instrument, and I needed to be played. I’d had a mere taste of our powers combined.

And I needed more.

I want all of him.

I needed this. To feel him inside me in every single way. I pounced, my lips claiming his as I ran my hands through his hair, drawing him closer.

Furious, fast, and desperate, we kissed. Our tongues tangled, becoming more demanding with each accelerating moment. My hand trailed down his back, reaching for his ass and pushing his pelvis against mine. His cock pressed into me.

“I can’t wait much longer,” I whispered.

“Neither can I.”

I gasped for breath, stripping off my top as his hands worked up my stomach. He clutched my breasts, squeezing them tight, his neck thrown back in longing. I grabbed his shirt and pushed it up, pressing my face into his sculpted chest.

Cedar and amber. The scent of this male.

I melted, kissing him, licking him. Tasting him.

Hands under waistbands, our trousers were gone as quick as our shirts. Boots kicked off, socks tossed aside. Dressed only in my panties, I stepped back and breathed in the sight of him, naked but for his boxers, his hipbones framing his bulge.

Sensations prickled along my spine. My nipples tightened.

His gaze darkened as he tugged at his waistband and shoved his underwear down his thighs. His cock sprung forth, and my jaw loosened.

Unhinged, I rushed to him, kissing him wildly, savoring the heat of his arousal against my exposed stomach. The tether ignited, his cravings flooding my mind. This was our time, a space where we could be together, and an infinity could live within this moment.

We paused for a breath, and I licked my lips, eyeing the length of him, the precum glistening on my belly. Drawn to his long cock, I found myself entirely too empty.

Panting, I teased my thumbs beneath the hips of my panties, pushing them down as I lifted one leg and then the other, stepping out of them entirely.

Balling them up, tossing the last of my clothes aside, I looked up at him, completely naked.

There was nothing about this body I wanted to hide, not from him.

His eyes widened as he drank me in.

Then he was upon me.

Lips crushed to mine, and his hand massaged my ass.

He crushed me closer to him and my breasts roared with sensation, squeezed against his chest. Through the tether, I felt his building desire as if it were my own.

It was beautiful, distracting, and soon, I lost track of where he ended and I began.

Sensation roared through my mind, my sex, all of it a demand for more more more.

Reaching down, I wrapped his cock in my fist. I stroked him once and was rewarded with the jerk of his hips. Grinning, I pumped again.

He replied by reaching down to cup my folds. I squirmed, grinding against his palm until one of his fingers slipped through my seam to streak along my wet center. He found my clit and began to circle it.

Overcome with pleasure, I moaned, releasing his cock before I squeezed too tight. He toyed with me, inserting a finger into my opening and then another. He curved them, pressing my inner wall, and all at once, it became too much.

My knees buckled, and I only stayed standing because he held my quivering body.

Back and forth, in and out, his fingers urged me onward. Needing him, I reached down to his cock, squeezing, stroking. He moaned, and I echoed it.

Starlight burned in my chest, brimming with the rest of me, and I stepped back, breathless and moaning and entirely lost. My vision wavered, but Zayne was still there.

“Let go, I can handle it,” he urged me.

I searched for breath, for sanity, for anything. “Not yet.”

“Ayla…”

I pointed to the narrow beach beside the lagoon. “Lie down.”

“What do you want? I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you inside me, Zayne. Fuck, I think I’ve wanted you inside me since the night we met, when I had no idea who you were or the way our paths would cross. I need to feel every part of you inside me. Now.”

He growled, the rumble shaking me to the core. Cock bobbing with each step, he reached into his pack, brought forth a large blanket, and laid it out.

He settled on his back, propped up on his elbows as he looked up at me. His gaze searched my body, centering on my face and flooding me with a fresh wave of arousal. “I have waited so long to hear you say that.”

His erection rose above his stomach, so long and beautiful that I wrestled the urge to worship him with my mouth. Awe and desire melded in me as I stepped closer.

He lifted an eyebrow and motioned toward his throbbing cock. “Ready?”

Transfixed, I lowered to my knees, spreading my thighs around him until his cock was a hand’s width from my entrance. His stomach rippled with his next tortured inhale as I took his length in my hands and slid the tip through my outer lips.

His cock grazed my clit. “Teyr!” I burst.

His gaze darkened. “Don’t call upon Teyr. Not when I’m the one giving you pleasure.”

I tilted my hips, pleasure rolling up my spine. How could this feel so good when he still wasn’t inside me? “Zayne,” I gasped his name. “Zayne, you do things to me I didn’t think possible.”

Under me, he strained, his pelvis tilting as he lifted himself closer to me. “And it’s only the beginning,” he groaned.

I slid my lower lips over his cock, making him slick with my desire. Thighs trembling, need rising, I lifted myself higher, wrapping his cock in one hand as I used the other to seat his tip against my opening.

The heat of him alone was more than I could bear. Beneath me, Zayne tensed, straining as he waited for my next move, his gaze trapped by the place where we almost joined.

“Zayne,” I whispered. “Look at me.”

He did, his dark eyes flashing with a ferocity to match my own. I nodded, and he lifted his hips, sliding his cock partway into me.

Despite the preparation, the fullness still surprised me. “Oh,” I gasped

He clutched at the blanket beneath him. “I could come already.”

“Don’t!” I gasped. “Not yet!” I lowered myself further upon him, paused, and then continued, adjusting myself until I had taken him to the hilt. So full. I steadied over him, every muscle tight. My vision darkened as a rush of sensations rode through me.

“Good?” Zayne groaned.

“Amazing.” I wiggled my hips.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re consuming me.”

I glanced to the place where his cock jutted into me and groaned at the erotic sight. He filled me so completely, pushing against me on all sides so forcefully that it seemed I would burst from this pressure.

His fingers wandered up my thighs, my hips, my stomach, finding my breasts. He pinched a nipple between his fingers, and I tightened around his length as another mewl escaped my lips.

This was pleasure. It was agony.

I needed more.

Experimentally, I lifted my hips, easing him out of me, and then lowered, filling myself again.

In answer, his fingertips roamed down my stomach to the place where we met.

Pinpricks ran up my spine as he found my clit.

Urged higher, I continued experimenting, up and down, circling this way and that, until the next time I lowered onto him, he tilted his hips, his cock striking my inner wall.

Starlight consumed my body. I squeezed my eyes closed, allowing the moment to pass. My crux tightened, squeezing around him.

He groaned beneath me.

The sound did terrible things to me, and I rose again, repeating the motion. His cock filled me, shocking me with thrill. Pleasure became everything as I found a rhythm, rising faster.

Zayne’s eyes closed tight, overcome by bliss of his own.

I did that to him.

Gaining confidence, I rocked again. Higher. Harder.

“Ayla,” he grunted my name. “Kiss me.”

Our lips met with renewed recklessness. He grabbed my hair, holding me against him, our hips writhing as we fell in and out of synch, lost to our warring tongues. Every inch of my skin was on fire as my mind latched to the tether, another source of rapture, one that didn’t fully belong to me.

He broke the kiss, holding his brow against mine. His cock twitched within me. “You feel so good.”

“So good.” I echoed his praise even when it was difficult to breathe.

Tension built within us, crescendoing with each mindless thrust. So good, so right.

I moaned as my starlight grew in intensity to the edge of overwhelming.

Desperate to make sense of the chaos, I sat taller, taking him in and out with renewed steadiness.

He matched my tempo with his hips, striking me with each thrust. We slid together, up and down, in and out.

He filled me in so many ways, and soon light would burst from my seams. I gasped, allowing the starlight from my chest to fill the space between us. In response, his shadows spewed forth, consuming my light.

A new sort of pleasure sparked between us, one that was entirely our own. When the light cleared and the shadows faded, I looked down to find Zayne as destroyed as I felt.

You’re mine.

Mine.

MINE.

The word echoed, and we clenched, the orgasm seizing us. It rattled up my spine, spilling out through the tether. I gripped as he twitched within me, his cum striking my inner wall. Pulse by pulse, we rode the orgasm together, nurtured by our pleasure.

We drifted, floating.