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“I never liked being teased even as a kid," she said, with a smile, her hand going to her back. “So, I asked Lanias to give us the best of the best of her rooms. There is also another surprise feature.” She leaned down so that her soft chest pressed into his, her lips brushed his cheek before her warm breath touched his ear, “It’s filled with anti-magic stones.”
She pushed up, and grinned down at him, her eyes shining. “You got to use your hands if you want to touch all over me.”
Castian didn’t say a word, he was too caught up in staring at the happiness in her smile. She was beautiful, in this fucked and corrupt world filled with people like his brother and himself. She was pure and untouched metal that was shaped by the wild. Her heart was the prize and he wanted all of it. Her soft brown skin beckoned for his touch.
Reaching up, he cupped her cheek enjoying the contrast between the roughness of his hands and the softness of her skin. “I don’t know to whom I should give my thanks, but I can only thank the hell I had to endure to find you.”
Her eyes softened, before she drew back and moved to the side. He sat up, and found himself staring at the back of her dress. She moved her thick hair aside, “Can you undo it?”
He smiled and touched the zipper. “I get why humans enjoy these fashions.”
“And why is that?” she asked, as she listened to the zipper come down until he stopped at the middle of her back. He leaned forward, and pressed his lips to the center of her back.
“Because of this,” he whispered, and on every inch of her beautiful nutmeg colored skin that came to view, he laid a butterfly kiss here and there.
Until he paused suddenly.
The silence stretched; she glanced over her shoulder. “What is it?”
He sat up keeping his eyes on her back, he placed a hand against her right shoulder. “Can I?”
“Can you what?” she asked, unsure as to what he was asking.
“Call you mine?”
She turned, so that she faced him and stared at him before she closed the space between them and pressed her lips against his. “I am yours.”
She licked his lips letting her tongue play with the seam of his. Finished she drew back. Kicking her heels to the floor, she turned back around. “Now, fuck me.”
OYE
“Ah, please.”
She didn’t want to hurt him, but Oye couldn’t get enough of Castian.
His body.
His voice.
The way he fucked her.
There was no one else who could get as deep as he did. Her legs were straddling his hips, her body open and willing to take his upward thrust. His hands kept her in place as he held her against him only allowing her hips to undulate with every move he made. She swore his dick was vibrating while fucking her, but she couldn’t be bothered to look and check.
Her whole body felt like a live wire as the magic inside her exploded in spurts. Fighting the curse words that she could tell were whittling away at her throat. Her skin was slick from sweat; as she was growing more and more dizzy, she wasn’t sure how long they’d been fucking
She released a shout of surprise as he flipped her over. Their bodies entangled, she wondered who could ever be satisfied with “comfortable” sex. She wanted to always feel him pressing against her with demanding and hungry desire.
“More,” she cried.
He turned her so that they both were laying sideways, with her back pressed against his chest, he lifted her right thigh and entered her once again. She was so caught up in the sensation, she didn’t see his hands, but when those long claw-like nails flicked her nipple, her eyes widened as she cried out.
“More.” His movements grew rougher. She felt herself tighten and explode, but he didn’t slow. In fact, he picked up speed.
“Ah, Castian.”
Her body was his, her eyes watered as he took her from the end of one orgasm, into the beginning of another one. He moved them once more, sitting them both up keeping her back to him he grabbed her arms holding them from behind as he fucked her like she was a new religion. Their thighs and bed sheets covered with their sweat and passionate juices.
“Shit. Stay with me, baby. Fuck!”
