Chapter
Nine
NORA
W ings wrapped around me.
I was in a cocoon of feathers, the soft brush of sensation across my body as his wings surrounded me, tickling against my exposed skin.
He had crossed the room so quickly that it took my breath away.
I could feel the heat radiating from his body as his wings shivered, almost vibrating as they brushed against me.
He wanted me to be myself.
He wanted me not to hold back.
How had he seen how much of myself I pressed down, just to survive?
"You hesitated before," he said, his voice deep and demanding as he asked for an explanation and gave one in the same statement.
"I'm not hesitating now," I replied, reaching out to put my hand on his warm, bare chest, spreading my fingers out to brush against the edge of his one shoulder robe.
There was a formidable tent down below, where his need for me was barely contained by the clothing.
I slid my hand down, feeling every ridge of his chiseled abdominals until I found the edge of the fabric.
I slipped my hand under and threaded my fingers down the happy trail of golden curls.
I felt the base of his shaft and wrapped my hand around it.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his feathers quivering over my skin, sending small bolts of pleasure through me.
"Such a good size," I murmured as I felt the thick, hot meat in my hands.
His fingers were on my jawline, tipping my chin up.
"You are a remarkable woman," he murmured. "So strong. So intelligent."
I was caught by the brilliance of eyes that saw me.
He had seen through the dirt and dust, through the circumstances of my forced profession, and he had seen me, the me who had hidden in the fields, lurked in the libraries, and stained herself with sweat and mud to get through each day one by one.
He saw beyond the calluses on my heart. He saw how I made myself small to survive.
He saw my strength.
He wanted to experience my wildness.
I let him feel it a little, with a gentle squeeze.
He grinned and leaned down, his wings closing in around me to hug me close to him as his lips found mine with a tender touch.
He kissed me softly, gently, and I was consumed with the sensation of his feathers brushing against my back, his lips parting mine as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his need throbbing hard and hot in my hand, twitching with his unabated desire for me.
He started by just tasting me, teasing me.
He moved his lips against mine in a strange way that caused heat to flare between my legs, and as his tongue circled around mine, I realized he wasn't just kissing me, he was giving a preview of what it would be like for his face to press between my legs.
I slid my hand gently along his length, and his hips moved backwards, as if to pull himself out of my grasp.
I gripped hard.
He let out a little cry into my mouth that was a mixture of a gasp of pleasure and distress all at the same time.
"Strong hands," he gasped as he broke off the kiss.
I released my grip, just a little.
"You're not trying to escape me now, are you?" I asked, loving the feeling of power his reaction gave me.
He chuckled, deep and low, and his feathers brushed over the bare skin of my back again. He trailed his lips along my jaw, brushing them against the soft skin.
"The only place I want to escape to is between your legs," he murmured.
He then took my earlobe between his teeth, biting it gently as his tongue swirled around the bottom of it.
I let out a moan as one of his hands trailed up the inside of my thigh, finding the bottom edge of the very short dress I had on. I slid my hand up and down his length, and his sharp gasp made my thighs quiver.
"I can think of a better use for your mouth than talking," I said, releasing his maleness and dragging my hand up his body until I was threading my fingers through his hair.
Then his hands were around my hips, and he was lifting me up in the air.
I let out a gasp as I clung to his shoulders.
He effortlessly carried me across the room, back towards the huge bed.
He didn't take me there, though. He walked past it and set me down on the edge of a table that was familiar.
It was the same table I had gotten a massage on.
It was padded, and at the perfect height for him to line up with my hips.
He set me down so my rump was on the edge of it, my legs dangling down off the edge, and he knelt down in front of me, between my legs.
I parted them, and his hands ran up the insides of my thighs, his fingers sending shivers of anticipation through my entire body, like an electric firestorm of raging, unadulterated urges.
Then his mouth followed the path of his hands, and I leaned back, my hands going to the table behind me, and spread my legs just a little bit wider.
"No underwear," he chuckled.
"What did I say about your mouth?" I asked.
His breath was hot against the hair between my legs, and I could feel liquid trickling from me, just enough to tell how eager my body was to make this connection.
Then his fingers were parting my hair, and his mouth was on me, and my back was arching, and the sound coming out of my mouth had nothing to do with control and everything to do with the wildness that lived within my heart, aching and determined to break free.
He was licking and circling, tracing the memory of his mouth in the corners of my flesh as he found his way through every fold, exploring the hidden depth of my pleasure as he stroked his tongue along it, teasing the small nub of a tip that extended beyond the protective flesh of my nether flower.
He slid one finger in me, and I rocked my hips as he explored, finding the small spongy spot inside of me to stroke in time with the movement of his tongue.
I didn't last long.
I found my peak in a sudden, crashing explosion, my thighs quaking as I squeezed hard with the rolling waves of it.
"Strong down here too," he murmured as he slid his fingers out of me.
"Strong enough to make you lose your goddamn mind," I told him, reveling in my own cockiness.
He rose, suddenly, his body in between my legs, his hand moving his tunic out of the way as he dragged his hard, hot heat against the inside of my wet thighs, finding the drenched junction.
He dragged the tip of himself through my folds, and we both stared at the mesmerizing motion of mushroom-headed flesh parting through my fields.
Then he stopped, the tip of him catching against my opening and we both sucked in a breath at the same time, joined together in our urgent need to bang.
"I..." he hesitated, his eyes lifting to catch mine.
"If you don't fuck me right now I am going to rip out all of your feathers, one by one, and braid them into my hair," I said.
He let out a guttural sound, and then we both were gasping as he pushed into me, the head of him popping through and sliding into my tight channel, strengthened by years of hard labor that required all of my core to get through the day.
"Too tight," he grunted as he pushed, barely inching in.
I relaxed my muscles, and he slid in all the way, bottoming out as the head of him bumped into my cervix with a pressure that was only pleasurable because of how aroused and desperately needy my body was.
Then his arms were around me, and my legs were around his hips, and he was lifting me up as he stepped up onto the table and launched us both into the air.
I let out a scream that was also a laugh as his wings beat into the air, lifting us into the vaulted dome of his massive bedroom.
My surprise was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure.
As we rose in the air, he pulled out of me, all the way to the tip, then slammed back.
He moved with the beats of his wings, keeping us hovering in the air as he moved his body and mine together, apart, together, driving into me over and over again.
I was being carried, lifted, and utterly fucked all at the same time and there was nothing to do but enjoy the ride, to be consumed by the experience, to be pounded as the sound of our wet flesh slapping together was a counterpoint to his wings beating in the air, keeping time with a sensory overload of delight.
Then I was quivering, coming, clenching as the waves of my own pleasure hit a new high.
He was moving faster, more erratic, and we were back down on the ground, and my back was down against the table, his hips slamming into me in one, two, forceful thrusts that kept lifting me up along the never-ending cascade of my peak.
Heat filled me as I felt him drive deep into me, his length twitching and pulsing inside of me as I clenched hard around him and he filled me with his seed.
Then we were lying there, sweating, his wings lifted open above us, him leaning on his elbows over me as we both breathed hard in the aftershocks of our mutual, explosive, pleasure.
"Holy shit," I said.