Chapter 5- Bonds Won't Be Ignored
Rhiannan POV
The second the door to Arwen's quarters clicked shut, the world felt quieter, except for the thunderstorm raging in my chest.
His room was like him. Dark woods, thick fabrics, weapons leaned in corners like trusted friends, and a scent that was undeniably male, leather, sea salt, and something deep and woodsy that made my stomach clench. My creatures had wandered off when we started making out in my room, giving us a rare moment alone. A moment I both craved and feared.
I turned to face him. "Thanks for breakfast. And the bracelet. And the 'Hey, welcome to the fucking future' crash course. Real subtle."
His mouth tilted in that infuriating, lopsided grin. "You're welcome, my little stormcloud."
"Stormcloud?" I scoffed.
He took a step closer. Then another. "You crackle when you're upset. It's cute. Also slightly terrifying."
My breath hitched. My skin tingled with the bond I refused to name. His magic brushed against mine, and my whole body flared in response. "Stop doing that," I whispered.
"Doing what?" he murmured, voice low. Rough. Intimate.
I didn't move as his hand lifted, fingers trailing down my arm like lightning wrapped in silk. "That thing… with your magic. It makes me want things."
He swallowed hard. "Maybe I want them too."
I should've pulled away. Instead, I stepped closer. "This is stupid," I said.
"It is," he agreed.
Our lips crashed together like waves on rock. All the fury, fear, confusion, and raw aching desire spilled out in that kiss. He tasted like honeyed whiskey and salt. My fingers threaded into his dark hair, yanking him closer. He growled. I growled in response. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing.
My legs wrapped around his muscular waist like they'd done it a thousand times. His mouth broke from mine only to trail fire down my neck. "You're not just beautiful," he rasped. "You're dangerous. I'm already fucking ruined."
"Good," I breathed. "Then we match." I ground my hips against his hard length, my eyes widening as I felt how big he was. Would it fit? Holy hell I hadn't even considered this. What is wrong with me!? My body betrayed me as I released a little whine at the feel of his thick cock against my core.
He carried me to his bed, never breaking contact. Never letting me fall. The world outside that door didn't exist. There was only this moment. This man. This storm in my blood.
He set me down gently, his rough hands pulling off my sheer gown hastily. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him standing above me, his chest muscular and broad, covered in tattoos and scars. He was beautiful. Mine. I reached up to pull my dress all the way down, grinning up at him coyly as I exposed my small, but perky breasts, my tiny pink nipples hard as diamonds, my thighs slick with my arousal. He groaned deeply, watching my every move with wild eyes.
I paused, and hesitantly whispered, "This will be my first time."
He stared at me with his eye wide and mouth open. "You would gift this to me? Your first time? How old are you?" He cheeks darkened as he realized he shouldn't have asked that.
I replied softly, "It's ok, I'm 26 but a weirdo. I've done plenty of sexual stuff, just never felt right with anyone else." I lowered my gaze, almost embarrassed. He grinned and lowered himself to my level, whispering in my ear, "It will be my honor, Goddess."
He ground his hips and that raging hard on against my center, teasing and taunting, until my arousal literally dripped from my pussy down onto my thighs and the bed. I had never been so turned on in my life. I made the most ridiculous noises that embarrassed me but he seemed to love them.
When I felt like I couldn't take anymore and was about to scream, he took one nipple in his delicious mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and finger, hard. I damn near bucked right off the fucking bed in orgasmic pleasure. I mewled like a fucking kitten, breathing heavily as my orgasm soaked the sheets. His mouth was everywhere.
He suckled my nipples until I saw stars, he pinched and teased and flicked until I was writhing under him like I'd gone mad. I begged, breathless, "Please...Arwen, I need more!"
He grinned that sexy lopsided grin and said huskily, "I know what you need Goddess."
I narrowed my eyes, wondering why he wasn't fucking giving it to me already. Before I could snark at him, he thrust two fingers inside my absolutely sopping wet cunt, and I screamed. Loudly. I kept screaming his name as he fucked me with his 6thick fingers, and they curled madly, hitting a spot inside me I hadn't even realized existed. I saw stars as I came this time, my pussy clenching around him and his eyes widening in delight as I squirted my release all over his hand. I stared at him in shock, "That's never happened before." I mumbled. He just grinned like the mad man he was and stuffed his face in between my thighs. As his tongue flicked my swollen clit the first time, my body had a mind of its own as I bucked upwards, thrusting my pussy into his face as he fucked me with his tongue and fingers.
I groaned lustily, completely lost in this delicious man. I came so many times I thought my body might explode. I was crying out his name in ecstasy as I felt him shift. He stared into my eyes as he thrust into me. That huge, thick, veiny cock thrust right into me, breaking the barrier that was there with a slight 'POP.' The pain was brief and he remained still as I adjusted to his girth. The pain subsided quicker than I expected and I grinned up at this sexy man on top of me.
He groaned into my ear, "Fuck! You're so tight! This tight little cunt has just been waiting for me hasn't it?" I moaned like a cat in heat and nodded slowly. He sucked in a breath, staring at me the whole time. "You're fucking perfect Rhiannan."
He started moving slowly, and my eyes rolled back into my skull as he set the pace, fucking me like I had never even imagined possible. This was the shit you read about in porn or smut books, this wasn't supposed to be real. But here he was, in the flesh.
He pounded into me with wild abandon, me screaming and him grunting as he thrusted, pinched my nipples, flicked my clit and completely and utterly owned my body. Right as I felt the biggest orgasm of my life coming, he was about to explode as well, and as we did, silver stars burned themselves into my collar bone, and a tiny black panther tattoo appeared right below them.
Arwens eyes widened as he too, received a silver star tattoo and we both gasped out loud as the bond snapped into place fully. Emotions from both of us flooded the bond and we realized we could not only feel each other via the bond, but also communicate in our minds. It was the most insane feeling of closeness, like I had no idea where he ended and I began.
Hours later, tangled in sheets and breathless laughter, I stared at the ceiling and whispered, "What the hell are we doing?"
He pulled me closer. "Something divine, I think." My heart exploded.
I felt in agreement. Whatever this was, it was most definitely divine. We had spent hours enjoying and exploring our bond and each other's bodies, and as far as losing your virginity goes, this was one for the record books. I sighed with contentment.
Whatever this new life would bring, it was already a shit ton better than my previous one.