Chapter 133: Hot Couch (II)

Elara:

The friction of his denim against my aching center was a torture I didn’t want to end. As Kairo’s teeth tugged at the lace of my bra, a sharp, electric jolt shot straight through me, pooling in my lower belly.

I arched my back, digging my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders to pull him closer as if I could merge our bodies right there on the couch.

I had known intimacy before. I’d lost my virginity on my eighteenth birthday, and there had been one other occasion after that, but those memories felt like pale shadows compared to the storm Kairo was unleashing within me. Those experiences had been tentative, almost clinical. But this was a consumption. This was a hunger that threatened to swallow me whole.

Kairo didn’t wait for a second invitation. He shifted his weight, his large hand sliding beneath the waistband of my trousers with a possessive certainty. He didn’t just touch me, he claimed me. His fingers found the damp cotton of my panties, and I gasped. My head hit the back of the couch as he hooked two fingers beneath the fabric to find my dripping core.

I was already slick, a testament to how long I had spent pretending I didn’t want him. When his middle finger slid inside me with a slow, deliberate push, I let out a strangled moan that echoed through the silent library. Even his finger was thick, filling me in a way that made my toes curl and my breath hitch.

"You are so wet for me, Princess," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against my skin. "Have you been thinking about this as much as I have?"

I couldn’t even answer. I could only nod frantically while my hips subconsciously bucked against his hand. He began to move his fingers in a rhythmic, punishing pace, circling the sensitive walls of my insides while his thumb worked the clitoris through the thin barrier of fabric. The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure that made the world outside the library vanish entirely.

Then, he shifted. He slid down the couch, his movements fluid and predatory, until he was kneeling between my legs. I felt the cool air hit my thighs for a split second before the heat of his breath replaced it. He didn’t hesitate as he stripped my panties down and away in one swift motion, tossing them aside like they were an afterthought.

When his tongue first made contact, I gasped into the silence of the second floor. He was methodical, his tongue swirling around my center with a precision that felt like he had spent years studying exactly how to break me. He used a combination of soft licks and sharp, suctioning pressure, while his fingers were still buried deep inside me.

I felt the tension building, like a coil tightening in my gut that threatened to snap. I gripped the velvet of the couch, my knuckles turning white, as Kairo looked up at me.

His gray eyes were dark with a raw, unfiltered lust that made my heart hammer against my ribs. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He watched my expression crumble, watched my silver eyes haze over with pleasure, and he accelerated his pace.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I shuddered violently, my muscles clamping down on his fingers as a series of blinding white sparks exploded behind my eyelids.

I called out his name in a broken plea, as the waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again.

He didn’t let me drift. As soon as I started to come down from the peak, he was back up, with his chest heaving and eyes burning. He stripped out of his clothes with a frantic energy I had never seen from the usually composed man.

When he stood before me, with his toned build highlighted by the dim lamp light, I realized he was just as undone as I was. He stepped closer and lifted me, aligning the thick head of his erection against my opening.

"Wait!" I whispered, suddenly aware of something really important. "What about... protection?"

His lips curved slightly and he leaned down to press a kiss on my lips. "Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it with a spell."

Relieved, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he guided himself into me in one deep, seamless thrust.

I gasped at the sudden fullness. He was massive, stretching me to my limit and filling every void I hadn’t known existed. For a moment, we both froze, locked in an intense stare-down of pure desire. Then, he began to move.

It wasn’t just sex, it was an expulsion of all the tension we had built up over the last few months. He drove into me with a powerful, rhythmic force, each stroke hitting the deepest part of me. I felt every inch of him, the heat of his skin against mine, the scent of sandalwood and rain clinging to him.

I had never heard Kairo make noises like this. The "sweetheart" of Moonveil Academy was gone, replaced by a man who groaned low in his throat, his voice breaking as he whispered my name over and over. He sounded desperate, almost pained, as if the pleasure was too much for him to bear.

Hearing those guttural sounds and knowing that I was the one causing them, sent a fresh surge of arousal through me.

I clung to him, my nails scratching his pale skin while I tried to pull him deeper. We moved in a frantic harmony, causing the couch to creak under the weight of our passion.

Every time he bottomed out, I felt a spark ignite in my core, building toward another peak.

"Elara... God, you feel so perfect," he gasped as he rested his forehead against mine, sweat beading on his skin.

The friction grew more intense, the pace faster and more erratic. I felt myself slipping over the edge again as the pleasure mounted until it was an unbearable pressure. Kairo felt it too and his movements became shorter, sharper, his breathing turning into jagged heaves.

With one final, deep surge, he slammed into me, and we both shattered.

I screamed his name into the crook of his neck as my body convulsed in a crushing climax. He let out a loud, raw groan, his body shaking violently as he poured himself into me, his grip on my hips tightening until it almost bruised.

Through the haze of pleasure, I felt the familiar tingle of magic washing over us as Kairo used the spell just like he promised.

We stayed like that for several long minutes, locked together, our hearts beating in a synchronized, frantic rhythm against each other’s chests.

As the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, Kairo didn’t pull away immediately. He collapsed onto the couch with me still draped over him, his arms wrapping around me protectively. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead, his breath finally slowing.

The library was silent again, save for the distant sound of the wind howling outside. I lay there, exhausted and glowing, feeling a strange sense of peace.

I still didn’t know how to navigate the complicated web of the men in my life, and I didn’t know if I could trust Kairo enough to start something serious with him. But in the quiet of the moonlit library, I knew one thing for certain - I never wanted to stay away from this corner again.