Page 87 of Remnants
How much has he had to hold himself back to keep from hurting me while his gift is active? Just how strong is he?
I suck him down as far as I can, hollowing my cheeks and pulling myself down his shaft until he hits the back of my throat. Remembering to breathe through my nose, I grip the rest of him with myhand, twisting and giving him short pumps. I draw back, tongue working at the tip and then sucking him down again.
I work him over and over, sucking and licking, moaning and pumping, my head bobbing at a steady pace as drool begins to slide from the corner of my lips. I ignore the sound of metal groaning, snapping. His curses and praises rain down on me like fuel to encourage me faster. Harder. I even slip my teeth out at one point, raking them down his shaft while I tug and play with his balls, and Kellan’s hips jerk forward, his hand holding the back of my head from moving. He slams his cock to the back of my throat so hard I choke.
“Fuck!” He tries to withdraw, but I grab his thighs and keep going. I’m ready to flip the tables on him. Bring him to the edge of ruination and then cut him off, just like he did to me. Even though my throat now has a bit of an ache, it’s not too bad. I try to dig my nails into his thighs but meet the cold scales or thick protective layer wherever I go. He shudders as if feeling something still. I wonder if it’s more than a tickle of my gift against his. If he feels the same pins and needles that both sting and feel good at once wherever we touch.
It’s like my mouth is numb and electrified at the same time, and my body is throbbing with the need to feel it in my cunt.
Kellan’s hips twitch, his balls tightening, and I pop my lips off him in a rush, nearly falling over myself to get to my feet and run again.
He snarls, and I have a second of sweet satisfaction at his frustration before I remember I still have to escape him to win. “Not so fast.” He grabs me by the shirt that I’m still wearing, which Idestroy with a thought and keep going. Kellan laughs and shackles my ankle, dragging me between his legs so he’s straddling me. I scramble forward and kick at his face, but he grabs my foot and then flips me to my back, dragging my ass and hips off the floor so he can lock my legs against him.
Kellan uses his hips to line himself up as I try to twist or angle away, convinced I can still win this, but his hold is too secure, his determination greater than mine when he drives his cock inside me.
I come immediately, stars bursting behind my eyes at the tingling, hot slide of his dick as our gifts collide inside of me.
Holy fuck.
Kellan’s moan is loud and long, his body hunched and shuddering as he absorbs so much at once. “Fuckkk, that’s…fuck.” He slowly drags himself out to the tip, then rolls his hips when he pushes back inside. My inner walls tremble at the feeling as I’m still coming down from my orgasm. He keeps doing it, agonizingly slow and steady, so the warm buzz liquefies my muscles.
He must sense that the fight’s completely left me because he lowers my legs and leans forward, his hand finding my throat while his other arm still cradles one of my legs to keep me open for him. “I know you can fight and fuck and everything in between. But it’s my goddamn pleasure to do some of it for you. Do you understand?”
His hips keep working their magic, like a wave that rolls in and out, my own hips working to meet his and ride that wave rather than fight it. Every stroke sends a burst of pleasure through me. Makes my body quiver and ache.
Kellan’s grip on my throat tightens, and my pussy clenchesdeliciously on his cock, holding it in place at his slow pace. He pushes through it, picking up speed, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Answer me,” he growls.
“Yes!” I groan, both answering him and in response to the faster pace that feels so fucking good.
He slams into me, fucking me in a frenzy. My core is on fire, burning and throbbing and gripping the air in my lungs. Or maybe his hand has cut off my air because I can’t breathe, can’t think as he pounds pure and devastating pleasure into me. I think my body is lifted from the ground, or he’s fucking me so hard I’m going airborne, but I’m so blinded with the need to come that I can’t focus on anything other than that spot he keeps hitting until my orgasm explodes through me.
Kellan roars as he comes too, my cunt clamping down on him and wringing him dry as my body locks and floods with ecstasy. I’d probably scream if I had any oxygen, but as it is, I can’t see, can’t breathe, can barely feel anything other than the lingering high that consumes me. I surrender completely to that bliss.
I wake up in Kellan’s arms, his back against some cabinets and knees bent on either side of me. My ear is pressed to his chest, where I can feel the steady thump of his heart and hear the slow inhale and exhale of his breath. His arms are locked around my arm and leg as if he’d pulled me sideways against him with warm bands of steel.
I feel warm.
Safe.
I hum under my breath, content.
“You awake then, beautiful?”
“Mm.”
It’s quiet for a moment before he says, “You’re not running away.”
I open my eyes, a soft smile curling my lips at that realization—when I used to bolt the second I had a chance, too afraid to make that emotional connection with anyone. Too scared to let anyone in past my barriers. “Not anymore.” I shift and his arms loosen enough that I can turn on my knees to face him.
His blue-green eyes are glued to me, open and waiting for whatever I’m about to say. I reach for the stiff bristles of his beard, stroking my hand over them and then grazing my thumb along his cheekbone. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” I whisper, my chest ready to explode with the overwhelming emotions swirling and twisting there.
Kellan kisses me then. Raw and desperate. Languid, yet demanding. He kisses me like it’s the first and the last time bundled as one, and my heart detonates as it’s stripped bare, all the emotions releasing and flooding my veins at once.
I’d spent two years dreaming of a place I could call home. Then the three years after telling myself it was better not to have one, fooling myself into believing that a place like that didn’t exist for someone like me. Now that I’m with them, I realize that home for me isn’t a place.
It’s them.
I was never going to feel whole or complete without them.
