Keras couldn’t drag himself away from her breast though, ended up running his hands around her waist, seeking the straps that held her skirt in place. When he couldn’t find them, he snarled a curse and pulled back.
His eyes darted over the belt of her skirt, seeking the way to her. Enyo found the buckles for him, just beyond her right hip, and he knocked her hands aside, eager to be the one to undress her.
Impatient.
Just as impatient as his goddess apparently.
She tore at his trousers, making swift work of his belt and his button, only slowing when she lowered the zipper.
Keras stilled, letting her skirt fall from his hands as he looked down at himself, as he watched her easing his black slacks down, as he thought about where this was heading. His cock strained against his trunks, a rigid outline that was pronounced in the low light.
Enyo reached for it.
His breath lodged in his throat.
His head felt a little light.
He tensed when her fingers made contact, trembled as she tentatively stroked him, setting him aflame, igniting needs that stole control of him. He dropped his hand and pressed it to hers, holding it against his hard shaft as he ached with a need for more, to feel her skin against him, to be inside her.
Her hand shook as he shoved his trunks down with his other hand, exposing himself, and brought her palm back against his erection the moment it was free. A quiet moan escaped her, sent heat and pleasure rippling through him together with how she wrapped her fingers around him. He swallowed and couldn’t stop himself from leaning forwards as she stroked him, as she rubbed her thumb over the blunt crown, her gaze scalding him.
It wasn’t enough.
He needed more.
He seized hold of her, pulled her to him and captured her nipple again, breathing hard against it as he lowered his hands and clutched her backside through her flimsy underwear, as he lifted her into his arms.
He twisted with her, carried her to the bedding in the centre of the room as he worshipped her breasts, as her fingers maddened him, stroking his shaft. He laid her down on the black bedclothes and covered her, seated himself between her thighs as they fell open, groaned against her as she opened for him.
She writhed beneath him, her hips rocking up to meet his, keeping his fervour at boiling point, pushing him right to the edge. He gripped her underwear as he kissed his way across to her other breast, and tore it from her as he trailed his lips up to capture hers.
He swallowed her gasp as the material covering her ripped, as he cast it aside and lowered himself, pressing his rigid length to her slick heat.
Gods.
Keras kissed her hard, need riding him, pushing him over the edge and stealing control from him. He wedged her legs apart, shoving her left knee to open her to him, and gripped his cock, groaned as he rubbed the head through her folds and guided it inside her. She stilled, her breath sawing from her lips, fingers pressing hard into his shoulders and his backside as she kissed him, as she pulled him down to her, forcing him into her.
On a low growl born of the desperation flooding him, he drove his hips forwards, seating himself to the hilt.
Swallowed her sweet cry as he filled her.
The clamour in his mind dissipated as her heat surrounded him, as it hit him that they were joined at last, that a moment he had dreamed about a million times was finally a reality.
He drifted in the eye of the storm, calm at last as he drew back from her, as he gazed down at her and she looked up at him, the desperation and wildness that had been in her eyes gone now.
Did she feel this too?
This sense of rightness—of peace?
He stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek as he lay inside her, feeling connected to her.
She tilted her head towards his hand and kissed his fingers, looked back into his eyes and floored him. Love shone in them. Love as deep and endless as the feeling that flowed through him.
Keras lowered his head and softly captured her lips, kissed her gently, with all the reverence she deserved as he began to move inside her, slowly withdrawing almost all the way before filling her again in unhurried strokes. She wrapped her arms around him, tangling him in them, and he did the same to her, holding her to him as he kissed her.
Made love with her.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
Sensation built inside him as he rocked into her, as she moaned softly against his lips each time he filled her, whispered his name and had him floating in her arms, lost in her but found at the same time.
When she strained against him, her breaths coming faster, he held her closer and drove deeper into her, quickening the pace of his thrusts as he sensed her rising need, as he edged closer to his own release. He held it back, focused on her as he dropped his right hand to her hip and gripped it, holding her in place.
Her legs fell open, her hand shifting to the back of his neck, clutching him to her as her kiss grew more frantic again.
He palmed her breast with his other hand, rolled her nipple between his fingers and groaned as she moaned, as she arched into his touch and softly begged for more.
The need building inside him demanded the same thing, had his pulse pounding faster and cock growing harder as she clenched him. He grunted as she gripped him, as pleasure shot down his length and crashed through him, shoved him to the edge of losing control again.
Enyo surrendered to it first.
Had him on his back before he was aware of what had happened.
She rose off him, pressed her hands to his chest and rode him, her face a picture of bliss as she threw her head back. He groaned and gripped her hips, moved her faster as he stared up at her, as he watched the pleasure crossing her delicate features, as he grew aware that he was the cause of it. His cock kicked inside her, eliciting another sweet moan from her, one that roused a dark need to possess her.
A need he gave in to.
On a low growl, he twisted with her, pressed her back into the mats beside his bedding and hooked his arm under her right knee. He captured her nipple with his lips, sucked it hard as he drove into her, as centuries of need and wicked dreams of her consumed him, shattering his control.
He pushed her knee up and braced his further apart, clutched her shoulder with his free hand as he pounded into her, long hard strokes that had breathless cries leaving her lips, had her fingers tightening in his hair and holding him to her. She hooked her other leg around his hips and raised hers, and he grunted as he slid deeper still, as she took all of him into her tight heat.
Keras snarled and gripped her hip, lifted it so he could remain as deep as he was now, lost in how good it felt, in satisfying the tight, hot feeling that built inside him.
She moaned and clawed his scalp. “More.”
That whispered plea pushed him beyond reason. He thrust into her, driven to satisfy her now, to give her the release she needed, was asking of him.
Keras arched over her, claimed her mouth and kissed her hard as he filled her, as he mastered her body, a slave to her demand.
She cried into his mouth as her entire body tensed, as she broke apart and shook in his arms, every inch of her frozen against him.
He pumped harder, faster, hungry to find his own release rising as she milked him, as her core quivered and pulsed around him, demanding he surrender his seed to it.
His release hit him as she tightened around him, struck him hard and fast, had his breath leaving him on a grunt as he sank his throbbing length into her and seed boiled up his cock. He pressed it deep into her, held her on it as it spilled from him, the possessive side of him demanding he mark her with it.