Des'Tai: Book Two

42: Faye

My body was spent, sated, and completely relaxed, albeit a little sore, but it was a delicious kind of torture that I was willing to succumb to over and over again. I'd never felt so alive with a hunger no meal could ever satisfy. My limbs tingled, an odd sensation that felt as if they were falling asleep. As I reached towards consciousness, the prickling sensation turned into a visible chill dusting across my skin.

The ability to open my eyes was just out of reach, escaping me as tried to throttle myself towards it as if an unknown force was holding me down, forcing me to rest when all I wanted to do was run, to spread my arms and spin in circles, truly living for the day.

Coaxing my mind to calm down, I suddenly became very aware I wasn't alone. Or at least I didn't feel alone. This feeling...this emotion was stronger, dominating, almost aggressive in a gentle kind of way. It was masculine and almost overwhelming. I quickly built up a wall like Luna had taught me to keep it at bay. As the bricks all settled into place, the wall completely disappeared and that feeling came back, strong, more pronounced.

With Luna, I could feel when she was tearing my walls down to purposely penetrate my mind. This presence, this...being...was stronger and didn't make itself known, it was just simply there.

Trying to settle in on this feeling, I wanted to find its source, its power when a swirl of butterflies erupted inside of me, lighting my skin on fire in an erotic frenzy that had me panting and trying to find a way to extinguish it. I felt drunk and disoriented, my body screaming for a release I didn't know it needed, and then it hit me like a bolt of lightning, striking my core, and my whole resolve shattered into millions of pieces.

As my body reclaimed itself, I laid still in the recesses of my mind, basking in the glow of this new power I had, the control radiating through my blood making me feel resilient, untouchable. Raising off the ground, a delicious and tender warmth settled into the depths of my stomach, making it difficult to move forward, and yet I found myself wanting to run forward. My knees gave out as something struck my core, heat instantly pooling between my legs. A cold chill blasted against the heat and I crumbled, the sensation overtaking my senses. I suddenly felt an intense pressure and my head lulled back; I knew this feeling, this immense amount of pleasure and impending satisfaction making me feel as if I was floating on a cloud of desire.

On a jolt and a moan, my eyes shot open and for a brief moment, grief streaked through my body. Had it all been another dream? My breathing was labored as my chest rose and fell, the pressure I'd felt in sleep expanding and bringing me closer to the edge of destruction. Glancing around, I found my arms splayed beside me, open wide. My chest bare save for the symbol emblazoned across it, my waist covered by the duvet I'd recalled falling asleep on top of. When had I...

Arching up on a gasp and a loud moan that had halted my wandering mind, I felt the pressure increasing a third time. Propping myself up on my elbows, I tried to close my legs and was met with a soft yet solid obstruction. I was nearly panting as the crest of an impending climax drew closer. Pulling the duvet back, a pair of dark stormy eyes met mine and the sight pushed me over the edge of the cliff; my mate was three fingers deep inside me, his thumb and tongue warring against my clit as an orgasm wracked my body and I released a scream

After a few minutes of hazy bliss and a gentle let down, Ty kissed his way up my tender flesh, each kiss a small burst sizzled against my skin. I could feel his rough hands as they gripped my thigh and slid up my body. Once he breached the edge of the heavy blanket, his hand cupping one of my breasts, he grinned at me, his smile so big he was practically glowing.

"You taste divine, especially first thing in the morning," he greeted me, dropping his lips and giving me a taste of myself off his tongue.

A deep need struck me and despite having just found release moments before, I craved more. The craving was so strong, I couldn't contain it. With a strength I didn't know I had, I locked my knees around Ty's hips and turned him on his side, a surprised look crossing his features as we suddenly found ourselves in opposite positions. Ty was laying with his back flat on the bed and I was atop him, straddling his waist, my hair tumbling down over my shoulders and back.

Placing my hands on his chest, I lowered myself to brush my lips against his, "Good morning handsome. I want to play a game." Ty raised a brow at me in question. Resting my chest against his, I found his hands and pulled them up. "Behind your head," I commanded and he did as he was told, such a good boy, a sly grin shaping his lips.

"What kind of game, Katinar?" his voice was deep, husky.

"Baby, what have you done to me?" I asked, pushing my body back down his until I felt his erection hit my butt. "You've left me insatiable, Tyron Thorn...and I hate, being unsatisfied," I growled at him through clenched teeth, my arousal slickening at my words and knowing what I was about to do.

I watched his muscles flex, yet he kept his hands behind his head.

"What kind of game, Faye." He demanded, now growling back at me, no longer using my pet name.

Lifting myself up, I found his cocked standing at attention, a bead of cum greeting me at the tip. He was rock hard and so ready, I didn't need to do much else besides...

"The one where I ride you and you can't touch me," I explained as I lowered myself on him. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid down the length of him, the memory of how he'd felt only a few hours ago exciting me. An intense visual of Ty flipping me onto my back and slamming into me, hard, passed through my mind's eyes and I quickly glanced up at Ty as he bottomed out on me, my breath catching in my throat.

His eyes were dark, dangerous, yet his hands folded beneath his head gripped the opposite arm's forearms like they were in a vice. I felt him twitch inside me as I took a few moments to get adjusted. Placing my hands on my thighs, I slowly rose back up before slamming back down onto him. I watched his eyes rolling into the back of his head on a groan, the veins in his arms straining against his skin.

"Watch me Ty," I said quietly as I continued to raise and lower my hips.

His eyes shot open and his face was marred with deep frustration and concentration. As I picked up speed, my hands began wandering across my body, the need to be touched taking over.

Nearly breathless, I pulled my hair back behind my back and held it there. Dropping my gaze to Ty, I quietly asked, "How bad do you want to help me, baby?"

"Bad."

Just one word, that's all he could give me.

A sly grin graced my lips as I quirked a brow at him, "So help me."