Page 88 of The Heart of Nym (The Twisted Roots Duology #1)
Nymiria was prepared to scream at him, to curse, to act like an absolute brat, but his hardness was suddenly pressing between the lips of her sex. Her eyes opened to his face, lips still wet with her arousal.
She watched, breathless and filled with want, as his hair began to change.
Starting from the roots, black swallowed the white.
The start of horns poked through the darkened strands, curling outwards until they were on full display.
Her breath caught in her throat, the beauty of him entirely overwhelming.
“You think this is overwhelming?” His breath washed over her lips, his hands pulling at her thighs until she was nearer to the end of the bed. “You should see yourself.”
Confused, Nymiria followed his gaze to her body.
In the places where those silver vines and moonflowers were once branding her skin, she was now blooming with tiny white flowers.
Their centers were the palest of pinks, their stems thin and clear like tiny strings of glass.
She let out a shaky breath, looking at him briefly before she let her fingers brush over the soft petals.
“How—”
Aziel’s hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him.
“You are a goddess.” He whispered. “The Goddess of Life. This is who you are.” His hand moved from her cheek to the dip of her waist. “And life does not come without death.” The grin that spread across his face was utterly sinful, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling as he took his cock into his hand and guided it to her entrance.
“Do you want to come with me, moonflower?”
There was not a moment to hesitate. There was not a moment to breathe, let alone speak. Still, she nodded, eyes dropping to where he was now sliding himself against the evidence of her arousal.
“How would you like me?” He asked. “Do you want it slow?”
Eyes closed, Nymiria shook her head, a low mewl sounding from her when he pressed the head against her. “No,” she said. Her eyes fluttered open again, hoping that the look in her eyes could convey just how badly she wanted this—how she wanted him. “I want all of you.”
Without missing a beat, Aziel was pushing himself into her wet heat until he was buried to the hilt.
They released a unified moan, fingers digging into flesh and lips brushing.
She moved back just enough to look at him, to see the darkened look on his face as he started to pull out.
She felt him twitch inside of her, both of them pulsing, both of them holding on to one another for dear life.
She could feel the balls of his piercings dragging against her, pressing into her, with each inch of his retreat.
It felt like a claim—like it was intentional. Like Aziel was waiting for her to recognize them and know that they were…
Just. For. Her.
“Just for you.” He breathed. "I don't want you to forget how that feels." She wouldn't. Good gods, there was no possible way in the entire world that she'd be able to forget this feeling.
With the simple nod of her head, Aziel slammed into her again.
Her back arched, her mind going blank. Pleasure had taken over her completely—ensnaring her to the point that it was controlling everything.
Every thrust met, every kiss, every groan was a bodily reaction, not a performance.
His lips and hands were everywhere at once, testing and tasting every available inch of her.
She was at his mercy, her body and mind completely disconnected.
When her walls tightened around him, Aziel buried his face into her neck, teeth grazing along the skin as he moaned curses against her.
She gripped him tighter, nails nearly puncturing the skin on his back when he lifted her leg and thrust into her rougher than before.
Each movement forced her grip on him to loosen, until she was splayed across the mattress in front of him.
The bounce of her breasts, the feeling of his fingers pushing her thighs apart, his breath against her lips when he came forward for a rushed, passionate kiss—every sensation added to her desperation.
The moment his thumb brushed over her bundle of nerves, a display of colors she'd never seen before clouded her vision.
She let out a small gasp, blinking rapidly as she tried to fix her vision on him.
Her eyes made a trail from the swell of his plump lips, to the sharp curve of his jaw, down past the taut muscles of his neck.
She followed the black branches on his chest to the base of the tree stretched across the flexed muscles on his stomach.
Aziel smirked when her eyes finally dipped lower.
And as she watched the glide of his cock, and the snap of his hips, Nymiria's teeth sank into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
The ruby liquid pebbled up under her incisor, her back arching at the primal sound that rumbled through Aziel's body.
She'd never smelled her own blood, but the scent that filled the air was not metallic, but sweet.
And like a starved creature, Aziel fell forward, one hand fisting her hair, dragging her lips up to meet his, and the other still between her legs.
His tongue brushed over her mouth, lapping at the droplets.
It was then that he took the plump flesh between his own teeth.
He nipped, sucked, drawing more of her nectar into his mouth.
Her senses were overwhelmed, her body trembling with the threat of her release. She found herself using her legs to drive herself down, meeting each roll of his hips, her body screaming as her climax neared.
Aziel could sense it by the quickening of her pulse and how her breathing changed.
And even though the last thing he wanted was to pull himself from her, this was not how he wanted it to end.
He wanted her to know that they were equal in this, that his control over their union was just as important as her own.
With a low growl, he released her lip and pulled back, slipping himself from her entrance and moving up the bed until his head rested against the pillows.
She was quick to react, already crawling up the length of his muscled legs and settling onto his lap.
The sight of his cock pressed between her folds had the muscles in his jaw quivering, teeth grinding against the urge to drive up into her.
She rocked her hips forward and almost every ounce of control over that urge nearly left his body, his splayed hands gripping her flowery thighs to ground himself. Upon seeing his reaction, Nymiria went still.
"Are you alright?" She panted, the palms of her hands resting flat against his chest.
Aziel let out a strained laugh, eyes dipping to where their bodies were almost connected. "Are you doing this to torture me?"
"Is it no good?" Her brow furrowed, actual worry shadowing her features as she looked down at him.
He couldn't believe she even had to ask, but maybe she wasn't aware of the exact effect she had on him.
"I'm sorry, I—" She prepared to move, but the moment she lifted herself off of his lap, Aziel's hands clasped around her hips, immediately guiding her back down onto his cock.
"Don't you dare." He snarled. "You're fucking perfect.
And you feel divine." Nymiria let out a breath, eyes rolling in the back of her head when he ground himself against her, his piercings gliding over her swollen clit.
His approval and his praise was like a physical touch, trailing over her skin in delicate brushes that had bumps forming along her arms and legs, traveling straight to her sex.
"Is that what you need?" He asked as he guided his cock to her entrance again.
"Do you need me to tell you how well you're doing? "
She said nothing, but her lips parted as if she wanted to. Her brow crumpled and a soft groan sounded at the back of her throat. He sheathed himself into her with one slow stroke, his cock twitching as she curled her fingers against his chest.
"You should know it already, moonflower. Just look at how well you take me." His finger pressed under her chin, drawing her wild blue eyes up to his face. Fuck, she was beautiful. "You were made for me."
Nymiria moaned, lowering herself onto him the rest of the way.
She couldn't take it anymore. She was worried at first, when he said it was torture, but she could finally see what he meant.
It was painful, the type of pain and wanting that made it feel like her whole body exploded the moment he was completely inside of her again.
And as she rode him, hard and fast, Aziel kept praising her. Whether with words or gentle caresses, she felt it all. Each sound of her name was like a prayer upon the lips of the desperate. They moved together, breathed into one another, felt each other's bodies as if it would be the last time.
Aziel's body was growing rigid, his thrusts more sporadic, his grip on the back of her neck tightening and pulling her close.
"Look at me." He panted. Nymiria obliged, letting out a whimper as her clit continuously brushed against his pelvis.
"Remember that this is not me fucking you. I love you, Nymiria."
She opened her mouth to say it back—she'd wanted to say it back.
Deep in her soul, she wished she could have said it over and over again until she could not utter anything else, but it was at that moment that her climax came crashing down upon her, her hand curling around one of his horns as her body went limp against his.
Aziel held her close, lips brushing against her shoulder as he fucked into her from underneath.
She could feel the pull of his piercings, the way his manhood twitched as he moved closer to the edge. And with one frantic, claiming kiss, Aziel found his own release. He swore against her lips, eyes screwing shut and snapping open again as they rode out their pleasure.