Page 89 of The Truth-Teller's Bargain
“Good.”
And then he guided her down onto him, sinking into her slowly. The sheer girth of him stretched and filled her, the sensation strange but incredible beyond her wildest imagination. Nakir lifted her again and then slowly brought her back down once more. Each time, she took more of him; each time, he filled her completely. Her back arched with this new form of pleasure, her hair falling behind her. When she dared to open her eyes, she found him watching her with lust-fueled adoration. Alethea kissed him, letting her tongue dance across his lip while he lifted her up again before he finally fully sheathed himself inside of her.
He hissed into their kiss, taking her bottom lip between his teeth as he changed his motion from up and down to a slow roll. Alethea’s world spun as he pressed against something incredible with each rock of her hips. It was already building within her with each motion, and her breath hitched as she increased the pace, rolling her head back in pleasure.
“There you go,” he murmured into her hair, his hips lifting to meet her every beat. The pleasure she found there was intoxicating. “That’s it,” he encouraged.
Alethea moaned as his words sent her hurtling toward another precipice.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
Gods.
“Yes,” she cried, running her nails down his chest.“Yes.”
His name tumbled from her lips as she built and built, this time through their combined movements. She heard his breath hitch as well, and he bit down on her shoulder with a barely restrained moan as she continued to climb. The world outside ceased to exist as they melted into each other. She gave herself over in a moment of total surrender.
And then she broke.
Alethea hit her orgasm violently.
This time, he didn’t stop to let her recover from the waves that rocked her body, making her tighten around him. No. Within a moment, Nakir had her pinned on her back, his pace increasing through the waves of her orgasm. He didn’t relent. He didn’t slow. He claimed her as she fell apart around him, each wave hitting harder than the next.
Every fleeting thought, every lingering doubt, vanished in the searing heat of their shared passion. Just when she thought she would lose her mind, Nakir buried his face in her neck as he reached his own climax, his fingers wound tightly in her tangled hair, gripping her hip with a force that should be painful but somehow only brought more pleasure.
She would have dreams about the roar he unleashed.
She came back to her senses slowly, head spinning, their bodies slick with sweat. After some time, Nakir withdrew from her, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along her neck and her shoulders as he did. He rose up to watch her through heavy-lidded eyes where she lay spread before him, caressing her open thighs.
Alethea moaned into his touch, her hips lifting of their own accord. What followed was the unmistakable sensation ofhimdripping out of her. Before she could say anything, though, Nakir noticed it too, his eyes glazing over with lust once more.
“Fuck,” he moaned, brushing his fingers against her.
She whimpered at his touch; at the way he looked like he might devour her again.
“Stay still. I mean it—don’t move.”
Alethea had no choice but to obey, her face flushed at his visceral reaction to his seed dripping out of her.
He left the bed for a moment but returned with a small towel. Kneeling between her legs, he gently cleaned the mess he’d made of her, every movement reverent and adoring. His attention there made her blush again, but he parted her legs to look at her for a moment longer. Nakir kissed down her thigh toward her knee before pulling her close to him.
“Come here,” he said, peeling back the luxurious duvet to reveal the impossibly soft sheets. The bed was even more comfortable than her own back home.
In the quiet aftermath of their embrace, Alethea’s body molded itself into his. She closed her eyes, savoring the intimacy of the moment. He traced intricate patterns along her back and sides, leaving a trail of tingling sensation.
“I know it’s not very sexy,” he said into her neck after a small silence, “but we’ll need to brew tea in the morning.”
“Oh.” Alethea hadn’t even thought of that. Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment.
“It’s no trouble. We passed several shops in the marketplace that sell ingredients. There are also tinctures you can take monthly, should you desire. I haven’t had cause to take it in... some time.”
She wished her mother had shared this kind of information with her so she didn’t feel so clueless.
The flickering coals of the dying fire cast an ethereal glow on Nakir’s features, illuminating his face in soft golden hues. Alethea traced the planes of his chest with her fingertips, lingering on the scars that marked his skin.
“This changes things, doesn’t it?”
He drew in a deep breath and let it go in a sigh. “Yes.” Turning her over so they were face-to-face once more, he held her flush against him. “But I will honor our bargain. When this is over, you are free.”
