A Court of Stars and Memories

60. Claims of Love

    Hoarse grunts escaped Lysander's lips as he thrust at a hard, even pace. Shudders wracked his body and pleasure blinded his every instinct. Mitsi's scent was intoxicating and her moans hammered through his temples. Instincts urged him to yield to her. To give her what she wanted and more. To give her everything.

    And so he did. Mitsi moaned as he kept thrusting into her, the sound sending flutters through his stomach and deepening the ache within him. Lysander pressed light kisses to her neck and lips, every now and then touching that tether within his chest.

    It was glowing brightly and at the other end, he was beginning to feel a familiar presence. But he didn't dwell on that now. His every sense was honed in on Mitsi, listening for her cues. She seemed perfectly content right now. Her arms were locked around his neck and her head was thrown back.

    She moaned with nearly every stroke of his hips and her lush body tightened around him. Lysander groaned beside her ear and felt her shiver with pleasure. There was a smile on her lips and he mirrored it before kissing her.

    "Gods, Owl," he breathed. "I haven't felt like this since..."

    No, he couldn't recall ever feeling this sense of pleasure and completion. Mitsi couldn't answer. She drew ragged breaths, her chest heaving with each one. Lysander brought his head down, kissing a line over her sternum. He dragged his tongue across the underside of one of her breasts and Mitsi gave a faint gasp.

    "Lys, I..." she was interrupted by a whimper as his tongue moved over the peak of her breast. "You..." His next thrust was harder and Mitsi moaned. "Please!"

    "Please what? What do you need?"

    "Kiss me," Mitsi pleaded. "I want you to kiss me."

    Lysander smiled and happily obliged. His lips met hers and his eyes drifted shut. She was so sweet and perfect. He felt completely at ease. Completely safe. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation or fear in his mind.

    He didn't think about anything else that had happened today. Only her. Only that she wanted him, and he wanted to please her. There was no fear of being used or hurt or betrayed. Mitsi wouldn't treat him that way. She was too kind and genuine, and she loved him. No one else had ever loved him.

    Celeste may have claimed to, and perhaps at one point she did, but she had never loved him like Mitsi did. And he had never loved her like he loved Mitsi. It was nice to acknowledge that. It was nice to love again.

    Lysander moaned onto Mitsi's lips and she echoed it. Pleasure churned through him, burning hotter and brighter by the second. Molten heat spilled through him as Mitsi's hand found his wing once more. Lysander groaned loud, his mouth breaking from hers as he strained his head backwards. Mitsi's soft touch reached the apex of his wing and he moaned again.

    He dragged his hands down her body and Mitsi arched into his touch. A pleased growl clawed its way up his throat. Lysander paused at her hips and grasped them firmly.

    Mitsi crossed her arms over her head as he pushed himself back onto his knees, not breaking off contact with her. Her eyes rolled back and her moan rang through his ears as he held her steady, hips angled up while he ground into her, hard and slow.

    "Lys," she panted, barely able to get the word out. "Lysander!"

    Lysander let his head fall back again, eyes half-lidded as pleasure swept through him. "Gods...oh fuck..."

    He could sense Mitsi's pleasure as well as his own. She was nearly at the height of it. Almost at that tipping point. Her skin shone with sweat and magic shuddered beneath his own. Lysander let dancing emerald flames appear and coaxed them onto Mitsi's arms and down her body. They radiated a gentle warmth and writhed against her as she moaned.