Page 134 of A Whisper of Cinders

Thankfully Siri gave me a tonic to “Stop blossoms from sprouting within me”, as she beautifully worded it, her cheeks equally as red as the flowers she was tending to. Aramis could take it as well, maybe he already does, but I didn’t want to take the risk.

He moves inch by inch, my arousal is so high, I don’t even feel a hint of pain or discomfort. I move my hips, curious to see how that might feel and it results in a moan from both of us.

His cock makes the same movement his fingers did earlier, but it feels entirely different. I need more, but he is so big, I’m not sure I can handle it.

“Dear moons, you feel good.”

Aramis throws his head back and I can’t help but stare at his powerful sculpted body. If gods exist, he must be created by one. My hips start to move with him, nails digging in his back, urging him to pick up the pace.

When he’s certain I am not in pain, he grabs hold of my breast, massaging it and draws a circle around my nipple, pinching and tugging on it.

He lets go of my breast and brings his fingers to my clit. “It’s possible you feel a tingling, burning sensation. Let it wash over you, enjoy it.”

I’ve read in books what’s about to happen, but can’t really imagine what it will feel like, I’ve never searched for pleasure myself. But I don’t have to wait long for it to know. His fingers make circles on my clit, the combination of wetness, the friction and the fact he’s still pumping inside of me, makes heat spread all over my skin. Fire runs through my veins and I glow.

“Aramis,” I whisper, a little out of breath. “Don’t stop.”

He moans. “Never.”

With one more stroke, I fall over the edge, feeling high on lust. I hungrily move my hips, needing the movement as I clench around him. I let out a throaty moan, hearing him curse at the same time. His restraint snaps and his hands dig into my hips as he pumps inside of me, watching me for any sign of pain.

His cock pulses inside of me, the length swelling even more. He lowers himself until his face is close to mine and kisses me deeply.

We’re both out of breath and our heartbeats beat as one. This was everything I imagined of it and more.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Aramis slowly eases out of me, and it might be weird to admit it, but I already miss the feel of him. He lays down next to me and I turn to face him. And although I feel over the moon, he can’t look at me.

“Aramis?”

He sighs. “I’m sorry, Mai, I…I lost control. You feel — moons, I can’t even describe it. But I was selfish and I should’ve taken it slow.”

I place my hand on his cheek and demand his attention. “Don’t. Don’t apologise. What we just did was everything I wanted. I mean,” I gesture towards my body. “I literally glow for you.”

The smile I adore is back instantly and he moves closer, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “Happy to be of service, milady.”

I playfully push against his shoulder, shaking my head. “You are unbelievable.”

He winks. “I know,” and holds up a wet washing cloth.

“Where did you get…?”

The smirk returns “Oh, I’ll teach you one day, it comes in handy every now and then.”

Before I know what he’s doing, he wipes the cloth between my legs and cleans me up. I don’t feel dirty at all, only a little bit sticky, yet there is no blood. Maybe that’s normal for fae. I feel a little sore, but nothing too bad.

“It’s possible you might bleed in the days after. It’s normal after the first time.” So fae do bleed, but why didn’t I? He kisses me deeply, erasing every single thought I had. “I’m honoured I got to share this moment with you.”

“Really?”

The cloth disappears to moons know where and I sit up straight, pulling him along with me and trace my tongue along his lips, our tongues making a sensual dance.

“If you keep kissing me like that, I might show you how honoured I am.”

Heat rushes back to me and my core throbs in anticipation. But a yawn escapes me, the tiredness there alongside my aroused state of mind.

Aramis pulls away the covers and gets into bed. We’re both naked, a fact that doesn’t bother me in the slightest. He pulls me into his arms, my head rests on his shoulder, hand stroking his defined abs.