Page 163 of Infernal Bonds

He turned my face back toward him and took my lips in a slow kiss that made my toes curl. He groaned into my mouth when I clenched around his cock. When we broke apart for air, he cupped my cheek. “Do you think we can move now? I’m about to lose my mind.”

I nodded, and he shifted, making me gasp.

He didn’t move me beneath him the way I expected. Instead, he spooned me from behind and hitched my leg up. “This way I can do the work, but the angle is easier for you.”

I craned my neck to find his mouth, partly to distract myself from the pain I was scared to feel again, but also because his lips were incredibly addictive. Soft and full. So many times I’d wondered what they’d feel like to kiss.

With his tongue still tangled with mine, he pulled back until almost out before pressing in with one slow motion, bringing our bodies flush again. I moaned into his mouth as he repeated the movement twice more. The kiss made his slow thrusts easier to take until the sting melted into pleasure and fullness, no edge of discomfort remaining.

I was leaking all over the bed, even though my erection had long since flagged. The pain had stolen it from me, but whenever Cyn hit that amazing spot inside, more precum leaked out. I wondered if I’d have anything left by the time he finished with me.

When he almost pulled out completely, I whined, my insides clutching at him. My body had learned to take him in such a short time and was now unwilling to let go. I pushed back against him, hips rocking with a mind of their own.

Instead of resisting me, he followed my rhythm, his body mirroring mine until we were both moving as one.

I needed more.

I wondered if he sensed my need because without a word from me, he picked up the pace. Slow glides and gentle caresses became long, powerful thrusts and fingers digging into skin. The slap of skin on skin echoed throughout the room, joining the sounds of our heavy breathing, moans, and groans.

I had nothing to base my opinion on, but I couldn’t believe for one second that sex with someone else would feel like this. It wasn’t casual sex. It was something so much more, but I couldn’t think past the feedback loop of love and need for Cyn to put it into words.

“Harder,” I begged, surprised at myself after the fear I’d felt earlier.

“You sure?” He grunted. “I’m barely hanging on.”

I was sure that after the overstimulation faded, I’d be in pain. But right now? Right now the haze of lust had stolen everything away.

I grabbed his hip and yanked him against me. “Please,” I breathed.

He cursed and buried his face against my neck as he withdrew all the way before ramming back into me so hard I almost jolted out of his arms. He repeated the move three more times before I called for mercy. He soothed me by kissing the back of my neck, licking the sweat there.

“I don’t think I’m going to last,” he whispered, clutching me against him, rocking into me at a steady pace that sent pleasure climbing.

I felt like I could come any minute, but for some reason, it hadn’t happened. I didn’t understand.

When his hand snaked around in front of me and grasped my semi-hard cock, I sucked in a sharp breath that turned into a long moan as he worked me in firm, confident strokes, using my precum as lube.

Apparently, his touch was what I was missing because it took only a few strokes before I cried out, grasping the bed and arching into his hand as I shot across the sheets.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cyn chanted, his steady rhythm faltering as he chased his orgasm. Moments later, he pushed as deep as he could and held still. His cock pulsed and twitched inside me, making me all too aware of what was happening.

When his muscles relaxed, he banded both arms around me so tightly I thought he’d break me. He held me close, dropping open-mouthed kisses over my shoulder as if he couldn’t stop touching me.

My body was spent and sore. There wasn’t a training program out there that matched this. And now that we’d come, I was barely hanging on to consciousness.

I glided my fingers over his forearms, giving him what affection I could while held against him. I needed him to know I was okay and that I didn’t regret a single thing, but I couldn’t form words in the moment.

“I love you,” he whispered as a heavy lethargy settled over me and his kisses trailed down to brush over the scars on my back. “I love you so fucking much.”

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TETHERS

RAE

“You’re distracted.”

I turned away from the window and the view of red blooms shot through with orange and yellow veins to face Quinfina.