Yes

Yes
Mara

I turn to face him, but he stops me with his hands on my hips. I let him lead me, let him turn me so that my back is to his front.

He runs a hand up my spine and gently pushes me onto the bed. I don’t know what he wants, but I crawl onto it, keeping myself on my hands and knees.

My heart hammers in my chest, the vulnerability of this position sending the pit of my stomach into a frenzy. Kaelith mutters something under his breath that I can’t quite hear, but I sense the vibration in his chest. The heat in his body comes to life as his hands run up my thighs, gripping my hips.

With a pull, he forces my hips higher, and I lower myself onto my elbows. My breathing picks up, the cool air brushing across my exposed pussy. I can already feel myself dripping, and Kaelith takes his time.

He says nothing, does nothing, but I can feel his eyes on me. I hold my breath from the anticipation, my body trembling with need.

“I can’t sense your magic.”

His voice is low, but it still makes me jump, breaking through the silence.

I shake my head. “I’ve put it away for now.”

A moment of silence follows, then he lifts a hand, running his finger from my clit to my opening. I gasp, my pussy fluttering as he inserts a finger.

The sound of squelching fills the room, my pussy so wet for him. I just need him inside me now.

“All of this is for me?” he asks reverently.

I nod against the furs of the bed as he thrusts his finger, adding a second and a third. “I don’t need magic to want you.”

He growls, pulling his fingers from me with a jerk. I’m left cold and alone, but I don’t move. Not even as I hear him step away from me.

The sound of water moving in the basin reaches my ears, followed by the soft slosh of it being disturbed. I hear something being lifted from the water, droplets falling back into the basin one after another.

His steps carry him back toward me, and again, I’m taken by surprise when he touches me. It’s a soft, warm rag that he gently glides across my skin. He cleans me, wiping at my clit, taking his time around my lips and my entrance.

I sigh, loosening the tension in my shoulders. He lets his fingers caress my thighs, gently running circles so close to my pussy that I’m turning wet all over again as he cleans me.

The tension returns when he drags the rag up to my ass. I say nothing, wanting to stay in the moment, wanting any touch that he offers me. He uses one large hand to spread my cheeks and then slowly circles my tight hole with the rag.

I whimper, holding back the jerk that my hips so desperately want to do. But I will never pull away from him, not Kaelith.

I catch my breath when he finally pulls the rag away. I think it’s over, that he’s had his fill, but I’m wrong.

So wrong.

“You’re a fucking dream.”

His breath ghosts over my ass, and my entire body clenches. Without warning, without hesitation, he thrusts two fingers into my pussy and shoves his tongue in my asshole.

I cry, legs already trembling as he thrusts his fingers fast and hard and eats me out. The sensations are new and almost too much. I’m gasping for breath, my fingers buried in the furs beneath me.

“Kaelith,” I moan.

He hums against me, not slowing his pace. I never would have imagined in a million years that I would voluntarily let someone eat my ass.

He slurps against my skin, and I know I’m dripping, making a mess on his fingers and my thighs. My entire body trembles as the pit in my stomach builds, aching.

“Kaelith, please.”

He pulls his tongue out of my hole. “Don’t ask me for it, Mara. Fucking take it.”

A sob leaves me, my entire body convulsing. My pussy flutters, my asshole contracting as I come so hard that black encroaches in my vision.

My body goes numb, languid, and I fall onto my stomach. I’m trying to catch my breath, trying to make sense of the intensity I feel when I look up to see Kaelith slowly undressing.

Suddenly, the pulsing from my orgasm stops, overtaken by a hot, desperate need to feel him inside me. I frown, reaching into myself.

My magic is still locked away tight, forced into submission by the feelings I have for Kaelith.

He takes off his shirt, the final piece of clothing, eyes on me as he steps onto the bed. His cock is hard, long, and thick as he crawls over me to me.

I’m overcome, not just by the physical need for him, but by the aching in my heart. I look at him and I can’t believe he’s real, that I get to see him and touch him and be with him.

I reach for him, and he lets me take over this time.

I position him on his back, straddling his thick thighs as I plant my hands on his chest. I swallow the lump in my throat, the feelings in my chest wanting to come out.

My hips are in the right position, the head of his cock nestled between my lips, right at my entrance. He looks up at me, red eyes dark, completely black.

His nostrils flare as he takes in long pulls of my scent.

Gently, I caress the edge of his jaw as I slowly lower myself onto him. My breath catches, my insides stretching, my thighs trembling.

His large hands wrap around my hips, holding me as I take his entire length. It’s not until he is completely seated inside me that I pull my hand from his jaw and plant my palms on his chest again.

I wiggle my hips, adjusting to his cock inside me. His eyes feast, taking in my face, my parted lips and wide eyes. They move down toward the pulse in my neck and then down my breasts.

He makes me feel like I’m the most breathtaking, beautiful woman. I want him to see me. I want him to enjoy me.

I lift my hips slowly, and then, even slower, take him back in. He hisses at me, fingers digging into my skin.

I keep the slow, excruciating pace. I want to feel every inch of him, and I want him to feel everything I have to offer him.

My breath trembles, my body thrumming with the joy of being filled by him. “I don’t need magic to want you.”

I will repeat this as many times as I need to for him to understand.

His eyes widen, his hardened expression cracking for just a heartbeat. Awe and disbelief flicker across his face before his jaw clenches, tension pulling tight through every line of him.

I ride him slow, wanting him to feel, not just fuck.

“Would you still want me if you weren’t one of the Vowed?” My voice comes softer. “If I weren’t the Oracle?”

His expression hardens. His eyes hold mine. For several heartbeats, he says nothing. The only thing audible in the room is the sound of my skin slapping against his.

Then his jaw clenches. “Yes.”

The word comes out low and rough, almost angry.

My chest tightens. “Even without the magic?”

His gaze burns into mine. “Yes.”

There is no hesitation this time.

Only the quiet fury of a man who has finally been forced to admit something he has been trying desperately not to feel.

I keep riding him despite the ache in my chest.