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“It's practically pouring now…”
If not for his slender finger running along your slick seam, his hot breath against the shell of your ear and the timbre of his voice sending gooseflesh along your skin, his double entendre would have made you laugh. He guides you to the floor and presses himself closer to you so there’s nowhere you can hide from him. In the light of the fire, only his eyes seem to glimmer. You swallow thickly.
He had spoken as if he were the prey here, but who truly is the prey now?
His lips ignite flames along your neck as he peppers kisses and alternates with small love-bites. “Why so quiet now?” he murmurs. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You are so - !”
He lightly flicks your clit with his nail, eliciting a sharp gasp from you and a soft, teasing chuckle from him. Every graze of his fingernail against your clit makes you jump and whimper. It’s been so long since you last felt his touch like this - every nerve in your body is a live wire coursing with pure want and an unbridled need for the very man before you.
“Won't you answer me, kitten?” His voice snaps you back to rapt attention.
Sylus gently kneads one of your breasts, watching so astutely as your chest peels from the floor and further into his hand. He can see your soft lips part slightly, words sitting just on the tip of your tongue.
His mouth curls up in a devilish smirk - he can't help but think of all the depraved things he wants to do to your pretty little mouth.
His name leaves your lips as nothing more than a breathy, wanton whisper while his hands reach down to squeeze your ass, pressing his hard length against you. Your thighs rub together to supplement the friction you're aching for, desire soaking your underwear completely — and good God, you are so, so fucking wet for him.
You yank Sylus down by the collar. The air between you, taut with intangible tension, explodes as your lips collide in an fiery kiss. Heated breaths, saliva, quiet moans and whimpers of something bordering on desperation echo in your ears. Sylus is nothing but hard planes beneath your fingertips as they struggle to tear off his shirt.
The Onychinus leader nestles himself between your legs and rolls his hips into yours. Your legs wrap around his waist like a vice, trapping and pulling him as close as possible. He moans his appreciation and lust as you grind into him, quickly nipping at your bottom lip and stringing along an excited sigh.
“Sylus,” you murmur between heated kisses, “the bed…”
He is so turned on by you that he barely registers your words, and despite his urgency of wanting to be inside you, to taste you, to fuck you senseless, he gingerly lays you - his most prized possession - down on the mattress. His fingertips dance on your lower leg, gently trailing upwards and hiking up the bottom hem of your nightgown.
Both of you make quick work of peeling off your damp clothes, and immediately you seek each other's warmth. Your skin is cool to the touch, but he knows you'll warm up soon enough. He takes one pert nipple and rolls it firmly between his thumb and index finger, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.
“You're certainly eager tonight, kitten,” he breathes, raining kisses wherever he can reach. “Tell me, why the rush?”
“Who says I'm rushing?” you retort, heat suffusing across your cheeks and in your lower belly as he gazes at you with utmost reverence. “Maybe you're just going too slow.”
You bite your lip and sigh with delight as Sylus gives his undivided attention to your breasts. His tongue laving over your sensitive skin makes you squirm beneath him, and you ache for more than just his mouth.
“Oh, Sylus,” you croon, eyes fluttering close as he sucks your nipple further into his mouth.
“That's it, kitten. Keep saying my name just like that.”
His mouth and hands feel so hot and lovely against you, gently peeling back whatever reservations you have left, and you unfurl before him like a spring blossom.
Sylus suddenly pulls away to yank your hips to the edge of the bed. His pupils are blown wide at the sight of you undone and exposed, chest and breasts heaving and the core of you laid bare to him, for him. Salacious, tantalizing, and ripe for the taking - you are all his. This is a greed unlike anything he’s ever known, and no amount of you would ever be enough to satisfy him.
He wastes no time in bringing your sensitive pearl to his lips, using the flat of his tongue to drag slow and languid patterns against you. Every wanton moan, every buck of your hips fuels his raging lust, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Still, he takes his time to pleasure you, indulging himself with the taste of you, preening with delight at just how wet you are for him.
Time and again, he brings you to the edge of your climax, only to pull back his sinful ministrations and leave you painfully wanting. The sight of him between your legs and meeting your gaze head on with that infuriating mirth makes it only that much more frustrating. You can feel your legs quake as you writhe in his hands, desperately searching for your release.
“Please, Sylus,” you whimper. “I'm so close, I - !”
“You want to come?” he murmurs against your clit. He grazes it slightly with his teeth, causing you to cry out and jump slightly. His cock throbs heavily in response. The room is so hot, and the thought of burying himself deep within you, feeling your walls clench around his length as he spills his seed inside is a dizzying one. Even he’s not sure how much longer he can last.
“I - Yes,” you whine, “Please Sylus, I want to come. Let me come, please.”
Sylus has heard all kinds of begging in his life, but no one begs as sweetly as you do. He grins devilishly and sucks hard on your clit as he slides in two fingers, setting an unrelenting pace that has you strung like a taut bow.
“Go ahead then, pretty girl. Come for me.”
Your release is both glorious and sudden. Your vision goes white and your ears ring from the intense pressure imploding, giving way to a gentle, fuzzy warmth that permeates your whole being. Mind-blowing doesn’t even begin to describe it. Eyes fluttering close, a wave of exhaustion sweeps over you, but Sylus has no plans of being done.
“Can you keep going?” His voice, rough and low, snaps you out of your reverie.
“Wh - !”
Sylus doesn’t wait for your answer. He flips you over onto your hands and knees and brings your ass to his hips. With one hand, he grips your hip and uses his other to guide his cock to your dripping cunt. He groans as he slathers your wet heat along his tip, pushing it along your sensitive skin.
You tense at his probing, legs still weak from your previous orgasm. “Sylus, wait - I just ca - !”
Again, he doesn't wait for your protests. Instead, he fills you up completely, stretching you to accommodate his throbbing erection and making your toes curl at the sensation. Your moans fill the room as he snaps his hips once, twice, and sets a merciless pace. Your backside is a sight to behold as he pounds you deeply, his cock glistening with your fluids.
“My daring kitten is so beautiful,” he purrs. He pulls you up so you're arching against his chest, continuing to drive himself into you over and over again. “And so, so good for me,” he whispers, a hand gently wrapping around your throat.
His praise goes straight to your head and another climax rattles your bones. You can barely scream with his hand around your neck, and you clamp down on his cock as he fucks you through your second orgasm.
Sylus can't help but follow suit - the feel of you spasming around him sends him toppling into his own release. He spends himself inside you with one final, deep thrust and the two of you collapse into the red silk sheets. Though he's panting heavily and stunned from his orgasm, he doesn't fail to clean you up after, gently taking a warm washcloth to your tender skin and kissing away tears from your intense lovemaking.
He cleans himself up and then pulls the covers over the both of you, tucking you against his body and in the crook of his arm.
“Is…your body okay?” Sylus asks softly, brushing away a lock of hair on your forehead.
Sleepily, you nod, burrowing further into his embrace. “I'll get you next time,” you mumble. Softly, you press a kiss to his neck.
He chuckles in response. “I eagerly await your efforts then.”
Outside, the rain continues to pour, lulling you both into a deep sleep.