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The last thought I have before I fall asleep is that I’m not even sure if she’s joking. She was on the archery team in school on Earth, but I’ve gotten really good with my spear.
27
ADELAIDE
DAY EIGHTY
I lay in bed, staring at the wall until Ecaeris tugs me from my nervousness with a gentle kiss behind my ear. He rolls away from me, sprawling on his back. I turn to face him, teasing my finger along his jawline. He’s still not fully awake, so I take the quiet minute to bask in his silent, naked glory.
I snuggle against his chest, my arm draping over his waist, and he strokes a hand down my back as he becomes more alert. Neither of us are particularly excited about leaving today, so sleep was difficult to find and even harder to keep through the night.
“Everything will be okay,” he rasps, reassuring me much like he did yesterday.
“I know,” I whisper, not quite ready to start the day. “It’s still a big step to take when I haven’t been outside the Mongrel territory.”
I glance up at him, falling into his mismatched eyes. He brushes his lips against mine, soft and tender and slow. I deepen the kiss, tangling my tongue with his until he sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites me. I grin against him, and he groans, rolling me onto my back.
Ecaeris trails his left hand beneath my shirt, grazing the side of my breast with each swipe. I buck, impatiently rubbing against him. The evidence of his arousal courses through me like a tidal wave.
It hits him with just as much impact.
He tugs at my t-shirt, eager to remove any obstacle keeping him from feeling the warmth of my skin. We break our kiss long enough for him to pull the material over my head, and then our mouths meet once more, practicing a very precarious battle of wills.
One we’ve been dancing to since the day we met.
I let my fingers roam his toned back, his muscles flexing beneath each feather-light touch. The need to be skin-to-skin has become a craving that devours me whole, leaving me a wanton wreck if I don’t comply. It feels instinctual, some inherited behavior that I cannot place, though I don’t fight it either.
I simply gave in… and stopped sleeping in undergarments.
He slides down the length of my body, his eyes rolling back as he takes in the naked sight of me.
“I’ll never grow tired of seeing you spread out before me. You were always meant to be mine.”
Ecaeris kisses and nibbles his way up from my ankle to my inner thigh, as if he says sweet nothings to me every time we’re in bed together. Usually, he has me bound and unable to move, but this change of pace has me panting in anticipation.
This Mongrel loves to torture me.
I have to force myself to be patient, fighting my need for instant gratification, so I can enjoy the tender way he worships my body.
His hot breath fans across my cooling skin as he strums at the water within me. I moan at the first flick of his tongue, my pussy weeping as he plays with my senses.
He never disappoints. I don’t believe he has it in him.
Ecaeris takes his time, driving me mad as he treats me as if I’m his favorite drink and not a drop of me is to be wasted. Every stroke of his tongue is fire and ice, building me up like a rogue wave, only to draw away from my shore before I can reach a crest.
He climbs over me, a wicked smirk titling his lips as he takes in my frustration. I’m ready to scream at him… Until he gives me what I want. He teases the head of his cock through my wetness before pushing into me with agonizing control. I attempt to lift my hips to meet him halfway, but he presses his weight into me, keeping me from moving.
“How do you always feel like home?” he asks, leaning his forehead against mine as he breathes in my air. “Like everything I’ve ever wanted, even if I still don’t believe I deserve you.”
I don’t have an answer for that, though I feel every word like each one is a brand to my heart.
Each languid pump of his hips is akin to the ocean’s waves, pushing and pulling until I’m lost in the current. The tsunami of pleasure builds within me, but each time it nears its crest, he rolls back, taking the wave with him.
He finally begins to move, pulling out right to the tip before gliding back in. Over and over. Agonizingly slow. I’m ready to scream in frustration, and then he lifts my legs, placing them over his shoulders.
“Oh god,” I cry as his dick slides even further into my pussy, bottoming out inside of me. He bumps my cervix, hitting the end of me, and I’m totally unprepared for him to go that deep.
“Am I hurting you?” Ecaeris murmurs, coming to a stop.
