Page 136 of Prince of the Phantom Sky

“Say that again.” He kissed her scar and Kora arched into him. His large hand cradled her neck as he followed the path of Barron’s mark, blessing it with kisses lined with the cooling brushes of his wind.

“Please, Rai.” She switched to their mental connection. He inhaled in the crook of her neck, and Kora grabbed onto his shirt, tearing it as her water beast hummed. “I need you.”

Raiden laughed as his shirt fell to the floor in ribbons and Kora marvelled at his sculpted torso, the hard lines of his abs, gained by decades of graft. Small scars lingered from wars, and she admired them, tracing each one with her fingers, up to his neck, across his chin, to his lips. He smiled, hitching the skirt of her green dress up to expose her thighs. His fingers danced along the inside of her skin, fluttering near her entrance.

Her pulse skyrocketed as suddenly it all became real. The dalliances with Blake faded away, his lack of affection blown to pieces by Raiden’s sheer heat. She’d never gone further than secretive kisses and touches with Blake. Nothing more than light finger work.

But Kora knew anything Raiden did wouldn’t be light. And she was so ready.

“Don’t make me beg.” Their mental void was wide open. Kora moaned as he hooked a finger over her undergarments, pulling them down in one smooth movement. She had waited so long for this.

“I would never make you wait,” he mentally answered. Raiden met her stare, desire and understanding consuming her and she wriggled.

For a moment, she wondered how far he’d gone with Kordelia, whether this was the same for him, whether it was something this body had already experienced time and time again.

But Raiden captured her mouth again, and Kora forgot everything.

He slowly lowered Kora down to the table, pushing the dough out of the way. He ripped her dress and shirt down the front, exposing her body to him. Kora gasped in pleasure as wisps of wind trailed up her torso, teasing her breasts as Raiden slid down her body, kissing his way to the apex of her thighs, marking every scar with his lips. Acknowledging her past, her horrors, and accepting them in every way.

He inhaled deeply, a moan erupting from his throat as his finger slid through her folds. His voice wrapped around her mind, warm, comforting and deep. “So wet for me. You’re going to take everything I give you, Huntress.”

Kora cried out as he slid a finger in, curling against her front wall. Her knees trembled as he hooked them over his shoulders, opening her up before him. Pleasure spiked through her, her body filling with ecstasy at what she’d been denied before. “More.”

Raiden chuckled at her demand. “Good girl.” He slid a second finger in, stretching her, and Kora moaned as he pumped his hand, his pupils blowing wide. “Fuck. You’re breathtaking.”

Just as the pleasure crested to the point Kora was going to combust, Raiden’s magic tingling across her body, nipping at her breasts, he slowed his rhythm. His fingers withdrew, and Kora whipped her head up, glaring at him furiously.

“I thought you weren’t going to make me wait,” she spoke hoarsely as he sucked on his fingers, his eyes closing shut briefly.

“I’m nowhere finished with you yet.”

Kora yelped as Raiden’s tongue followed his fingers, sliding up her core to her bundle of nerves. Her hips bucked and his power flared, a band of shimmering wind gently wrapping around her abdomen and hands, pinning her against the flour-dusted counter. Kora squirmed against Raiden’s mouth as he feasted, his tongue relentless as he repeatedly brought her to the edge before slowing down.

“Rai, please. I can’t . . . I need this. I need you.” She hoped using their mental bridge would push him over the edge, but he only delighted in it more, teasing her endlessly.

“Maybe I like you begging.” He moaned externally, the sound vibrating into her clit, and Kora cried his name out loud as she pushed against his restraints, desperate to free-fall into the pleasure he was wringing into her.

His fingers plunged into her once again as his tongue picked up speed, his magic loosened and Kora’s hands rushed to his silvery hair, pulling on the strands as her thighs clenched. The silken hair soothed her, the colour anchoring her as his scent slammed into her, more intoxicating than ever. Stars exploded in her mind, as the white lifeline lingered at the edge of release.

“Raiden!”

“I’ve got you. Come for me, Kora.” Her name sent her spiralling. The first time he called her by her name, uttered within the sanctuary of their void, down their bond.

It was her undoing.

Every stroke of his tongue ignited the crescendo of fire within, coiling tighter and tighter around his fingers as they worked in tandem. Her toes curled, finally, in the blessed way she’d been dreaming about. Her hands fisted his hair hard enough to make him hiss, and he picked up the pace, groaning as his magic brushed every inch of her skin, ricocheting her through layers of pleasure.

Kora moaned so loudly, her body arched as her orgasm blasted through her. Raiden groaned, lapping up every drop as her chest burned bright with blue and white light. Water in nearby carafes exploded, and Raiden’s spare hand rose, throwing up a shield of wind as Kora’s magic roared to life.

Her entire body trembled, the aftershocks convulsing through her as Raiden rose from between her legs, kissing her thighs before lifting her from the worktop. Flour covered every strand of his hair, and Kora giggled. Her head rested against his warm, haired chest as her legs dangled either side of him, panting whilst Raiden gently stroked down the back of her neck to in-between her shoulder blades, causing the lightest of tingles to run through her body.

“Has it ever been like that before?”

Raiden paused, before kissing the top of her head. “No. It’s never been that good before.”

Kora smiled. The fire hissed and crackled and she pulled away, glancing around the room, taking in the puddles of water and broken glass. Raiden quickly rushed to remove the gammon joint from the fire before it burnt to a crisp, and Kora sheepishly jumped off the counter, a perfect imprint of her arse left in the flour dusted across the wooden counter.

Raiden’s stare whipped to her bare body, darkening as the bulge in his breeches remained hard.