Storm's Rapture | Storms Series: Book 1 (This is a Co-Write)

Chapter 23: Rosanna*

AN: Please note that this chapter is rated mature and contains mature content. The Piarari Key is below for reference. Be sure to drop some comments as you read. Enjoy!

Piarari Key

Vasia (vah-sia): snowflake

Rialesfa (ria-les-fah): Goddess

Raxo (racks-oh): love

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Soft gasps escaped my lips as Cyris trailed kisses down my neck. The temperature was dropping, but for once I didn't care. I was ready to let go, ready to let him see all of me. He reached the hollow of my throat and planted an open mouthed kiss there before sucking on my skin, hard, making me cry out in pleasure.

He kissed his way down my body and reached my chest. My breathing grew unsteady as Cyris kissed the tops of my breasts. My emotions rose, and the temperature of the room dropped even more. He was taking his time with me, making sure that I felt every bit of love he had for me.

He reached for my bra straps and looked at me, silently asking permission, wanting to make sure that I was okay with this still. I nodded and he undid my bra, and gently pulled it off my body, tossing it aside. It hit the floor silently as Cyris lowered his head to my bare chest, sucking on the buds there. I arched my back, letting out a cry of pleasure as he continued to worship my body.

My hair pooled onto the pillow and he raised his head and looked into my eyes. His were glowing that beautiful dark blue already and my eyes must have turned icy blue, because I felt my power rushing through me.

"Rialesfa," he whispered softly as he looked at me. "You're a Goddess, Vasia."

I blushed. Goddess. I was a Goddess to him. The very fact that he'd said that only reaffirmed in my mind how much he truly loved me. I felt safe and secure here and I saw the way he looked at me... like I was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

He kissed his way down my stomach and my emotions rose even more. Part of me wished that he'd stop torturing me with this pleasure, but the other part was revelling in it.

"Cyris," I breathed, as another gasp of desire escaped my lips.

"Yes, raxo?" he husked. I remembered hearing that word before... I assumed he meant love.

"Please..." I pleaded breathlessly. I wasn't sure what I was pleading for specifically, but one thing was for sure, I didn't want him to stop. "Don't stop," I told him.

Cyris let out a raspy groan in response to my plea, and obeyed my command without hesitation.

He held my hands and slowly slid them along my arms as he kept kissing his way down my body. Finally, he reached the waistband of my jeans and undid the button with his teeth. I let out a gasp and gripped the sheets tightly as a wave of pleasure rocked my body. He paused for a moment and pulled my jeans off my legs, letting them fall to the floor.

His fingers skimmed my bare legs, and I felt a shiver run through me. Then he started kissing his way up the inside of my legs, gently nipping and sucking my skin as he went, making me moan in pleasure. When he finally reached my lips again, he molded his mouth to mine.

Our lips moved in sync and I let him ensnare my senses completely. His lips and hands were all I felt. His whispers of love and sounds of pleasure were all I heard. His intoxicating lime and musk scent was all I could smell. And his lips and skin were all I could taste. Then he pulled away and stood up.

He reached for the button of his jeans and undid them before taking them off. They landed on the floor with the rest of our clothing. Then he slid off his hunter green boxer-briefs, and kicked them off.

And as he stood there in front of me, I took a moment to drink in the sight of him. Inky black hair. Piercing hazel eyes that looked at me with so much love. Incredibly kissable lips. Golden brown skin that I desperately wanted to run my hands over. Broad shoulders. Strong arms. A toned torso that would have made even Adonis jealous. And below that? Just seeing him like that made my desire increase. He was perfect... and he was mine.

Cyris grabbed his wallet from my bedside table, opened it, and revealed a condom. He tossed the wallet back on my table, and opened the condom wrapper. Watching him only intensified my apprehension; I was nervous, but excited too. He slid the condom on, then got back on the bed and covered my body with his own. Cyris looked into my eyes again, silently asking for permission once more. I nodded and he removed the last piece of fabric separating us.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, wanting me to give him explicit permission before we continued.

"Yes," I assured him.

He slid in and I felt a sharp pain at first, but it quickly vanished and turned into pleasure as he started to move. His rhythm was slow and steady, and he gazed deeply into my eyes with every stroke. I looped my arms around his neck and pulled our faces closer.

"Are you okay?" he breathed.

"Yes," I replied breathlessly as I felt the temperature around us drop more. I wasn't holding back anymore. He was making me feel too many emotions at once. "Are you okay?" I asked. Was he getting too cold?

"All I feel is warmth." I couldn't help but notice how dreamy he seemed. I could tell he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. He started kissing my jaw again, and I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging on it as well.

I don't know how long it had been and I honestly didn't care. Something in my soul needed to be with him and it was like this bond was forming between us... the anchor bond, maybe? Regardless, the longer we went, the more it felt good, and I didn't want him to stop. But my climax was peaking, and I could feel the pressure building. Cyris started moaning softly as his movements became irregular.

Eventually we came apart together and his name fell from my lips as I let out a cry of pleasure. He rolled off of me, and then we laid next to each other, both of our chests heaving up and down. That experience... It was amazing! And doing it with Cyris only made it more satisfying. I was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I wanted to do it again.

"Cyris..." I breathed. "Can we... can we please do that again?"

He turned to look at me. "Really?" he smirked.

I blushed a deep red.

Cyris positioned himself so he was laying on his side, and sitting up on his elbow facing me.

"If you want to, we can Vasia."

"I... I want to," I admitted.

"Alright, but I have a condition," Cyris stated.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What is it?" I asked.

"You allow me to do this round my way..."

That piqued my curiosity and made my heart pound. "Okay," I agreed. "We'll do this your way."

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