Velvet Haven

so close.
    He stroked her faster, harder, his cock going deep inside her. “ Muirnin ,” he whispered as he pressed against her, his mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss.
    Rocking against her, he entered, retreated. She felt at his mercy like this, unable to touch him, and she knew that was what he had intended, to have her feeling him surrounding her instead.
    He thrust hard, the bed groaning beneath his weight. She took him all, wanted more, until his hands slipped between their bodies and he found her clitoris, finishing her off. He swallowed her sounds, fell atop her. The binds released her and his wings were suddenly gone.
    He curled into her, holding her tight, breathing in the scent of her hair as his body trembled atop hers. She held him safe as she ran her hands over his shoulders, kissed his neck.
    She loved this man. She had known it all day. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Nothing .
    All he could smell was her, coating his skin, his nose. He felt her touch, stroking him, and he felt himself grow strong, yet weaken. He pulled away and got off the bed, watching her, knowing that this was the moment he had envisioned for weeks. This was his death vision. And all he could think about was how damn much he wanted to sink deep inside Mairi’s body and fill her up.
    He didn’t want to believe that Mairi would kill him. Would take the athame that lay on the nightstand and plunge it between his shoulder blades. Not a mere mortal. Not Mairi, the woman he had fallen in love with.
    But if he died tonight, so be it. He was done denying himself.
    Mairi dropped her arms and slowly lowered her leg, revealing a thatch of soft black curls and a glistening pink quim. Her scent was thick, evocative. His head swam with it, and his taste buds tingled. Even his sigils flickered, remembering the kind of magical essence Mairi possessed.
    “Bran?” she asked, and he reached for her ankle and pulled her to the end of the bed.
    His hand fisted in her hair and he sat her up, fitting his cock into her mouth. “Please,” he begged, as her tongue flicked over the sigils that ran up his shaft. The energy she created snaked up his cock, making the piercing burn. It felt so damn good.
    She looked up at him as she sucked him, and he watched her, loving the way she looked with his cock in her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base, stroking up and down, and he groaned, unable to hide the sounds of pleasure that erupted from deep within as she flicked her tongue over his piercing.
    “Mairi,” he whispered as orgasm threatened him. She wouldn’t listen, but sucked him harder. He pulled away, crawled on top of her till she lay flat on her back, her tongue on his cock. His hands found her breast, then her nipple, and he tugged gently, then harder as she increased the suction on his cock.
    She was wild beneath him, and he slipped a finger between her folds, making her moan.
    “You flow heavy. And it’s all for me. Isn’t it, Mairi?”
    She moaned as he filled her with another finger. He wouldn’t last like this, and if this was the last night he was to have with her, Bran didn’t want it to end so soon.
    Mairi wrapped her thigh around his waist. He rolled with her onto his back so that she straddled him. Her heavy breasts dragged across his chest, and he felt the sharp stabs of her nipples brushing his skin.
    “Kiss me.” He reached for the back of her head, fisted his hand in her long, tangled hair, and brought her mouth down to his. But she took over, and instead of pressing her lips to his, she flicked her tongue along his lips.
    She repeated the movement, but this time she swirled her nipples against the width of his chest. Again her tongue crept out, but he tricked her and met her tongue with the tip of his.
    Slowly, erotically, their tongues touched in curling flicks, reminding him of the way her tongue had licked its way up his cock. As he gazed up into her eyes, Bran felt her hips shifting, rocking against his shaft, her pussy trying to find its way to him. He reached down between their bodies and stroked himself, rubbing the head of his erection against her sex, which was hot and wet. The slick head found her clitoris and her eyes flared, deepening to black as he circled the erect nub with his cock.
    Now fully ensnared in her trance, he wet his lips and cupped his hand around her head. His fingers tangled in her hair, he brought her forward, crushing his mouth against hers. Like the animal he was, Bran