Gates of Rapture (Guardians of Ascension #6)(87)
Author: Caris Roane

He chuffed against the rock, breathing hard.

Grace, you’re killing me.

Good.

She leaned close and focused her attention on the mid-point wing-lock on the right side of his back. The lock was big, like everything about him right now, including what she held in her hand. She rubbed her cheek along the lock and felt moisture at the aperture. She glided her left hand up his c**k and felt moisture at the tip.

She flicked her tongue over the end of his wing-lock. The pleasure he felt, which she could experience because of the breh-hedden, tightened her internal well. He tasted of the forest and man. I wish I could lick both tips at once.

His h*ps pumped, and he groaned. He planted his forearms on the rock and buried his face between. I wish you were under me right now.

Grace released him and sank beneath the warm water, spreading his legs wide and pulling them away from the rock. She pivoted and carefully rose up, taking great pains not to clunk her skull on the hard rock.

He kept making room and growling. As her head breached the water, she licked his c**k ever so slowly as she continued to rise until she could take his crown in her mouth. He was big and filled her mouth. She sucked.

Grace. My God. Grace.

Her body clenched because she could feel how her mouth felt on him while at the same time enjoying the pleasure of him in her mouth. The breh-hedden might have been many things, but erotic defined this part. She could feel what he felt, the way his forearms braced his forehead, the way the water felt sloshing around his thighs, and the way her fingernails felt pressing into his bu**ocks.

She sucked harder and his h*ps flexed then pulled back. He was close. Hell, she was close.

She released him, and he groaned long and loud. She pushed his stomach away and worked her way up until she was reclining on the rock beneath him. “Is this under you enough?”

He was so beautiful in this state: Leto and so much more. He stroked her face with his big hands, then leaned down to kiss her. When he drew back, he said, “When I enter you, I’m not going to last long.”

She smiled and reached up to kiss him back. “I won’t, either.”

“This whole pool smells like I’m walking through a summery meadow.”

“No it doesn’t, it smells of the forest and man, of you, of Leto the beast.” She smiled and petted his cheek.

“Leto the beast. The way you say it makes me want to be this way forever.”

“I wouldn’t complain.”

He pushed her legs apart. She worked with him. The smooth rock at her back could still cause some problems if she wasn’t careful.

But he hadn’t reached several millennia in age without having learned a thing or two. “That rock is too damn hard for what I need to do.”

“What do you need to do.”

“Slam into you, as fast as I can, for about thirty seconds.”

“Oh, I don’t think it will take that long.”

He smiled, then chuckled. “I’m going to fold us back to my bed.”

“I’m all wet.”

“I’m counting on that.”

He kissed her as she glided through nether-space. The next moment she was flat on her back, on his bed, and what do you know, there was a towel beneath her. He found her entrance and pushed, but, yeah, she was wet and he glided all the way in, as deep as he could get.

He groaned.

The dual sensations about killed her.

He planted his hands above her shoulders, and looking down at her began to pull his h*ps back, then thrust. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath, even if she wanted to. He moved faster and faster, and as soon as she started to come, all that he was experiencing brought her orgasm crashing down on her. She screamed. He roared. The sound of his voice drew the orgasm out so that she writhed beneath him.

He grunted and gathered her up in his arms, but his h*ps didn’t quiet down. “Shit, I’m going to come again,” he shouted.

He moved faster again, faster than before. She pushed her mind against his and felt his shields falls. She dove within and sank, then dove into the center of his soul.

He cried out over and over. Oh, my God, Grace.

She felt how her presence changed all his physical sensations, enhancing them. Pleasure began driving up her body, over her flesh, up into her well, tugging and pulling, higher and higher, invading her abdomen and her chest until this sweeping orgasm even flew through her mind.

She saw stars, the pleasure was so intense.

On and on, it cascaded through her mind, through her body, his body, hers, until she lay slack and Leto’s body was a heavy weight on her.

He moaned. So good.

She was still moving through his soul, the part of him that was his truest self. She felt deeply content, then he was just suddenly there with her, his soul engaging with her soul.

He moved with her like a dance, flowing around her, over, through, under, above. She responded and felt overcome with a profound sense of peace. Maybe there were holes in their current relationship, things neither of them could define very well, but in this moment she felt one with him. And it was beautiful.

Two souls merge,

Life flutters anew.

Oh, my beloved

Open for me,

Bid me welcome,

Not adieu.

—Grace of Albion, “The Convent Years,” from Collected Poems, Beatrice of Fourth

Chapter 18

At midnight, Grace lay across Leto’s chest, his massive arms surrounding her. He was still in his beast-state and she kept petting his body, savoring how big he was, and that he was hers. She kissed him and loved on him.

He squeezed her shoulders and sighed. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was. I’m glad you brought us back to your bedroom. This has been one of the most wonderful nights of my life. I feel very free and relaxed, more myself than at any other time I can remember.” Which seemed strange, since she was still convinced that she was holding back. But was she? Maybe the limitation she experienced was somehow different than she imagined.

He squeezed her again and kissed the top of her head. He chuckled. “I loved what you did in the pool when I was stretched out on that rock, when you slipped into the water and arranged my legs so you had to come up underneath me. I think I will remember that moment as long as I live.”

She giggled and smiled. “We should spend a lot of time in the hot spring. I love being in the water.”

“Grace, when you were in my soul, it felt like heaven.”

She drifted the tips of her fingers over his pecs. He caught her hand and kissed her fingers.

“But this frightens you,” he said.