A Court of Stars and Memories

79. Safe When Together

    Aching heat lanced his veins at the press of Mitsi's lips. Lysander let his head fall back with a groan. Each kiss she left behind only deepened the need inside of him. His hand found her hair, but regardless of the instincts raging beneath his skin, Lysander managed to keep his grip loose and gentle.

    Mitsi kissed her way to his tip and his vision washed white as her mouth closed over him. Lysander moaned, hips arcing off the bed despite his resolve to hold still. He tightened his other fist in the sheets and his wings flared slightly.

    Pleasure drowned his senses, growing more intense by the minute. He felt Mitsi's hesitance lessen and her hand wrapped around him, assisting the stroke of her tongue.

    "Fuck," Lysander groaned, gulping down ragged breaths. "Oh gods..."

    "How is this?" Mitsi asked, withdrawing briefly.

    "Fucking perfect. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

    Mitsi's pride rushed across the Bond before she resumed her self-given task. Lysander threaded his fingers through her silky hair, gazing at the ceiling from half-lidded eyes. Warmth scorched his limbs and almost without thought, he gave into the reactive movements of his body.

    He managed to keep his thrusts light, though Mitsi still drew a few sharp breaths. "I'm sorry," he rasped. "I'm trying not to. I..." The words shifted to a loud moan as Mitsi drew him deeper into her mouth.

    "Please," he whimpered before he could swallow the word. "Please!" He'd once told her that he'd beg for her to touch him. It seemed that would be today. "My Heart...my Love...please..."

    Mitsi's hand squeezed him firmly and her tongue swirled over him, sending pleasure spooling through every inch of his body. Lysander groaned again, thrusting a little harder. More. He needed more. Gods, her tender touch was both infuriating and intoxicating. His mate. His equal.

    "Oh Gods, I love you," he moaned with her next pass. "Please, my Heart, please..." He covered her hand with his own, squeezing himself harder. Shudders wracked his spine and Lysander groaned louder. She was going to be his perfect undoing. "Fuck," he panted. "Fuck, oh fuck..."

    Lysander gulped, lifting his head and letting his gaze fall to hers. Mitsi caught his eye briefly before he felt the barest scrape of her teeth. That sight, that sensation, struck some primal chord within him. He needed more. He needed it harder, more passionate, more claiming...

    More, more, more, his senses screamed, but Lysander broke his gaze from Mitsi's and exhaled sharply, somehow holding himself at bay. He wasn't going to take more than what she could give. He wasn't going to push her beyond her limits. He wouldn't risk hurting her, not in any way, his own wants be damned.

    As if hearing his thoughts, Mitsi pulled away and laid back. Lysander shifted on top of her, nuzzling her neck fondly while his hand caressed her thigh. "I want that too," she whispered beside his ear.

    Lysander stiffened, meeting her gaze. "Are you sure?"

    Mitsi nodded, spreading her legs wider and hooking her arms around his neck. He smoothed hair back from her face and their lips met before he eased into her. Her legs locked around his waist while his hips settled fully on hers. A shuddering sigh escaped Lysander and he began to move at a hard pace, taking and giving exactly what they both needed.

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    Mitsi dug her nails into the nape of Lysander's neck before biting down on his shoulder. Lysander's wings snapped open on instinct and she reached up to stroke one. He groaned beside her ear and Mitsi echoed the sound, rolling her hips against his.