novelraw Chapter 572: If You Want Me To Stop
Chapter 572: If You Want Me To Stop
Sera stepped into him then and rested her forehead against his chest. The contact was small, contained, but it grounded them both immediately. His hands came up without conscious thought, settling at her back, warm and steady.
Aerenyx didn’t pull her closer.
He let her choose the distance.
They stood like that for a long moment, the world outside continuing on without them. When she tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes were clear.
"Stay with me tonight," she said.
"I already am," he replied.
She smiled at that, a real one, and rose onto her toes to kiss him.
It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t tentative either. Her mouth fit against his like she’d always known where it belonged, and he responded with equal care, deepening the kiss only when she leaned into it. His hands moved then, slow and deliberate, mapping familiar ground with new intention.
He broke the kiss only to rest his forehead against hers, breathing steady. "If you want me to stop—"
"I won’t," she said.
That was enough.
He lifted her easily, effortlessly, carrying her the few steps to the bed built into the far side of the room. He set her down carefully, like she was something that mattered, and then moved back just a bit so that he could truly study her beneath him.
She was a vision of untamed beauty, her white hair cascading in waves around her head like a halo, begged for his touch. In that moment, the world beyond his room ceased to exist. The only thing that mattered was the electric pull between them, a desire that he was no longer willing to fight.
A desire that had threatened to consume him whole.
Sera’s eyes met his, wide and inviting, and before he could second-guess the impulse, Aerenyx closed the distance between them again, his hands sliding around her waist to pull her flush against him.
Her breath hitched as their lips collided in a deep kiss, his tongue delving into the sweet warmth of her mouth while his fingers traced the delicate arch of her back.
He felt her hands on him then, tentative at first, roaming over the hard planes of his chest and down to the ridges of his abs, her nails grazing his skin through the fabric of his shirt in a way that sent jolts of fire straight to his hardening cock.
By all the Gods, she was intoxicating, the scent of her desire filled his senses as he trailed kisses along her jaw, down to the swell of her breasts straining against the silk.
With a low growl of need, Aerenyx fully submitted to his feelings, no longer willing to ignore them or not name them. He was in love with this woman on his bed. The Lost Daughter, a Fae Queen, a human... it didn’t matter what the world called her.
He called her his.
With a low growl, he resumed his worship, his hands cupping her breasts through the fabric of her dress, his thumbs circling the pebbled nipples until she arched into him with a soft moan.
Her fingers worked at his clothes now, tugging his shirt free and sliding it off to reveal the taut muscles of his torso. Her touch was electric as she explored the defined lines of his abs and the trail of hair leading downward.
Aerenyx’s breath came in ragged bursts, his arousal throbbing insistently as he slipped a hand beneath her dress, his fingers brushing the damp heat of her core, savoring the way she gasped and writhed under his attention.
He wanted to savor every inch of her, to draw out the pleasure until it bordered on exquisite torment, his mind hazy with the raw emotion of their connection—the vulnerability in her eyes mirroring his own unspoken longing.
She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, feeling the hardness of his cock as she let out a soft whine of need. The way she was moving against him made Aerenyx realize that neither one of them were willing to draw this out.
The need was primal, and all consuming.
Sera arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as he peeled away the layers of her clothing, revealing her flushed skin and the dripping wetness between her thighs.
His fingers traced the slick folds of her pussy, teasing her swollen clit with deliberate strokes that made her gasp, while his other hand freed his hardening cock from his trousers, the thick length pulsing with need.
Aerenyx worshiped her body with a reverence that bordered on devotion. He kissed every inch of her skin—her shoulders, collarbone, stomach—each touch sending shivers down her spine. His mouth descended to lavish attention on her erect nipples, sucking and nipping until she writhed beneath him.
He positioned himself between her legs, his breath hot against her inner thighs as he inhaled her musky arousal.
He teased and explored every inch of her with his tongue and fingers before moving upward so that he could plunge his cock deep inside with one fluid stroke.
Sera’s fingers tangled in his dark hair as she pulled him closer her entire body gripping him like she never wanted to let him go.
The room filled with their shared desire—wet slurps, breathless whispers—and their bodies moved in perfect sync. Aerenyx’s thrusts were slow and deliberate at first but grew more urgent as their passion escalated.
The creak of the bed echoed their rhythm as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace.
The connection between them deepened with every intimate touch.
Their bodies glistened with sweat and Aerenyx’s muscles tensed as he brought them both to the edge of ecstasy before pulling back slightly to prolong their pleasure.
Sera’s nails dug into Aerenyx’s back as she felt herself spiraling towards release. With one final thrust that sent waves of ecstasy crashing through them both, they reached their peak together.
The world narrowed.
There was no rush. No need to prove anything. Just touch, and warmth, and the quiet certainty of two people who had already chosen each other in every way that counted.
When they both had come, Aerenyx pressed a kiss to her throat, then her shoulder, then her collarbone, and she sighed, fingers threading into his hair. He listened to her breathing the way he always did, adjusting instinctively, attentive to every change.
When he finally moved, he quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Coming back with a wet cloth, he started cleaning her up, needing to take care of her with a kind of devotion that didn’t need to announce itself to be real.
Later, much later, they lay together in the dim light, her body relaxed against his, her breathing slow and content. His hand rested at her waist, absentmindedly tracing small, grounding patterns.
"You fit perfectly," she murmured sleepily. "That was amazing."
He smiled into her hair. "I’m glad that I could please you."
And for the first time since the world had broken and reformed around them, Aerenyx let himself rest without watching the door.