Chapter 91 Falling for a sempyr
Ruel’s POV
I flip Ira onto her stomach before she can form another word, peel the tattered remnants of her dress away, and expose the long elegant line of her back along with the perfect swell of her ass.
My palms move over her without restraint, kneading the flesh, delivering light sharp spanks that pull startled gasps from her throat.
Settling behind her, I grip her hips, and lift them until the angle is just right.
“Ruel…” Her voice is soft, yet filled with a needy undertone.
I answer her by sliding back inside, deliberately moving slower than before yet sinking impossibly deeper.
“Fuck,” I breathe against her shoulder blade. This new position feels devastatingly perfect.
My fingers dig into her hips as I pull her back to meet every measured thrust, my dick constantly gliding over her g-spot.
“Goddess,” she squeals, arching to take me better than she did earlier.
She is enjoying this. I see it in the way her eyes roll back whenever she tries to look at me over her shoulder.
My mind shouts at me to slow down, to handle her with more care.But no, I ignore it. This would mean more if I do that. This… is only sex.
I lean forward, pressing my chest flush to her back while one hand slips beneath her to find her clit and circle it with firm, relentless pressure.
“Again,” I growl low beside her ear. “Cum for me again.”
I drive into her harder, the bedframe groaning beneath the force. Her moans rise and echo around us.
The guards outside must have heard. Somehow that thought only fills me with more desire to make her scream my name. An indirect way of claiming her.
“It hurts… ugh, harder… fuck, feels so good. Puleaseeee…”
I smirk at her, triumph settling deep in my gut, feeding on her plea.
Hearing her shatter like this feeds the need for control, yes, but more than that it is the absolute trust she gives me, the willing surrender, and that truth makes my heart lurch strangely inside my chest.
I thrust deeper to chase away the unsettling flutter, fingers working her clit faster, matching her need.
She trembles violently, hovering right on the edge again.
“Beg, Ira. Beg like the good pup you are.”
“Please… Ruel, I can’t… please let me cum. I need it so badly.”
My own release coils tighter at the base of my spine.
“Come…. Now.”
She obeys instantly. Her whole body arching, a high cry tearing from her throat as she clamps down around me.
I follow with a rough curse, spilling deep inside her before my strength gives out and I collapse over her back.
In barely five seconds she goes boneless beneath me, exhaustion claiming her as she slips into unconsciousness.
I ease out of her with care, roll her gently onto her back, and simply look.
Moonlight pours through the narrow window giving her an almost otherworldly glow.
Her lashes rest against her sweaty cheeks, soft swollen lips parted, chest lifting and falling in the gentlest rhythm. She looks peaceful.
And I feel hollowed out, as though she has somehow drained every last reserve of strength from my body.
My limbs hang heavy, my thoughts blurry at the edges. Yet I feel strangely sated in a way I have never known.
A rough, quiet laugh escapes my chest before I can stop it. This fierce little stray has brought me to my knees without even trying hard.
I lean down and press a lingering kiss to her mouth, softer and longer than I have ever allowed myself to give.
Then moving to the side of her neck, I inhale the sweet-sharp scent that belongs only to her.
“Mark her,” Krist says.
“No.” I refuse even as my teeth throbs with need, but I wrench myself back with a violent shudder.
This was sex. Nothing more.
The room falls quiet except for the soft, steady sound of her breathing.
I should shake her awake. Tell her to get out. I fucked her. Purpose fulfilled. There is no reason to keep staring at her like she's the damn moon.
Yet instead of doing any of those things I slide carefully off the mattress, moving slowly so I do not disturb her.
Every muscle complains as I cross the room naked, my skin prickling in the cooling night air. I open the door partially, ensuring Ira is out of view.
One of the night-watch stands in the shadowed corridor.
“Commander?”
“Towel,” I say quietly. “And a bowl of warm water.”
With a nod he vanishes down the hall. When he returns, I take both items without speaking and close the door before locking it again.
I set the basin on the low table beside the bed and kneel on the mattress. It dips beneath my weight.
Up close the evidence of what we did marks her everywhere. There's faint red imprints of my fingers on the insides of her thighs, the first soft bloom of bruises already darkening her hips, the sticky sheen still glistening between her legs.
My seed… I'm almost tempted to leave it on her.
I wet the towel wring it out, and begin at her ankle.
The first warm touch draws a tiny, contented sigh from her sleeping lips. The sound cuts straight through my sternum.
Then slowly I draw the cloth up the inside of her calf, then along her thigh, wiping away the beautiful mess we created together. Her skin feels impossibly soft here, far too warm against the night air.
I linger, tracing the delicate bend of her knee, the gentle curve of muscle. My thumb follows the path the towel has taken, testing the texture, committing it to memory.
I clean between her thighs with careful, almost reverent strokes, pausing when she twitches once, but seeing as her eyes remain closed, I continue.
I frown when Krist replays the memory of how tightly she clenched around me earlier, how desperately she begged, sending another pulse of heat through my veins even as bone-deep exhaustion drags at me.
“”Krist,” I start but he cuts me off.
“But that was you, not me,” Krist mutters in the back of my mind.
“She is unconscious,” I snap at him, my frown deepening.
I move to her stomach next, wiping the thin layer of sweat from the soft hollow beneath her navel, then upward between her breasts. They rise and fall gently with each breath.
I force my gaze away and focus strictly on the task.
“Stop passing your horniness to me, Krist,” I growl internally.
“That is all you. Do not blame me because you want to stare at her breasts like a darn teenager.”
But goddess, the way the moonlight slides along her collarbone, the faint scatter of freckles across her shoulders like scattered stars… I want to trace every single one with my tongue. I want to bury my face against her skin and breathe her in until nothing else exists.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself, my thumb brushing the sharp edge of her jaw. “How can I be falling for a sempyr this badly?”