Chapter 382:Missing each other(18+)
He had barely closed the chamber door before Lilith’s voice cut through the quiet, low and certain.
"Come here."
Atheline did not need to be told twice. He crossed the space in two long strides, white hair falling loose around his shoulders, purple eyes already dark with intent.
Lilith met him halfway, her golden gaze locked on his as she reached up, fingers sliding into the soft strands at the nape of his neck, and pulled his mouth down to hers.
The kiss was deep and hungry from the first second. Weeks of distance dissolved between them in the press of lips and tongues. Hands moved with urgency, hers working the clasps of his tunic, his already sliding the straps of her gown from her shoulders.
Fabric fell to the floor, and cool air touched skin that had gone too long without the other’s touch. When the last of their clothes fell away, Atheline’s arms went around her, lifting her easily. Lilith’s legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her the few steps to the wide bed and laid her down among the dark silk sheets.
He kissed a path down her body without pause, throat, the slope of one breast, the soft plane of her stomach, until he settled between her thighs. Lilith’s fingers found his white hair again the moment his mouth covered her.
A low, broken sound left her as his tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, tasting her thoroughly. He took his time, but there was nothing tentative in it; he remembered exactly how she liked to be touched after too long apart.
When her hips began to lift against his mouth he held them steady, purple eyes flicking up to watch her face as he brought her closer.
She came with a sharp cry, thighs tightening around his head, one hand fisting in the sheets. Atheline stayed with her through it, gentling only when the tremors eased.
Lilith’s breathing was still uneven when she pushed at his shoulders.
"Lie down."
He obeyed, stretching out on his back, the pillows behind him making it impossible to fully lie down. She climbed over him at once, golden eyes never leaving his as she settled between his legs.
Her black hair brushed his thighs as she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Heat and wetness closed around him in a slow, deliberate glide. Atheline’s head tipped back against the pillows, a rough sound escaping him.
"Lilith..."
She hummed in answer, the vibration traveling through him, and he reached between her legs without looking, two fingers sliding into her easily. She was still slick from his mouth.
He curled them just the way she liked while she worked him deeper, taking more of him with every pass. The dual pleasure made her moan around his length; the sound alone nearly undid him.
When she finally lifted her head, lips glistening, she moved up his body in one fluid motion and sank down onto him. Both of them groaned at the sudden, perfect fullness.
Lilith rolled her hips in a slow, sensual grind, taking him deep and then easing back, over and over.
Atheline’s hands rose to her breasts, thumbs brushing the tight peaks before he lifted his head and drew one into his mouth. She arched into the wet heat of his tongue, one hand braced on his chest, the other tangled in his white hair again.
"Missed this," she breathed. "Missed... the way you fill me."
"Missed every part of you," he answered against her skin, voice rough. "The taste of you, the way you move on me. Don’t stop."
She didn’t. The pace stayed deliberate, grinding, intimate, until the tension coiled too tightly to hold. They broke together, her name on his lips and his on hers, bodies locking as pleasure rolled through them in long, shuddering waves.
They barely had time to catch their breath before Atheline sat up, arms around her, and turned them.
Lilith found herself on her hands and knees, the sheets cool beneath her palms. He entered her again from behind in one smooth thrust, deeper this time, and the gentleness of earlier gave way to something hungrier.
His hands gripped her hips as he began to move; harder, surer, the slap of skin against skin filling the chamber.
Lilith pushed back to meet every thrust. "Yes...haa...just like that...aah.... Harder."
"I know," Atheline growled, leaning over her so his chest brushed her back. One hand slid forward to cup her breast, the other reaching between her legs to stroke her in time with his thrusts. "Tell me what else you need."
"You," she gasped. "Deeper... Don’t hold back...I can take it... I want to feel you for days."
He gave her exactly that, pace quickening, hips snapping forward with controlled force. His voice stayed low and steady even as his breathing grew ragged.
"Fuck... You’re so tight around me... So wet."
Lilith’s arms trembled. She dropped to her elbows, face turned against the sheets, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Then make me come again... Fill me...aaah... I want to feel you spill inside me."
Atheline’s rhythm faltered for a heartbeat at the words, then drove deeper still. "Come with me, then... Let me feel it."
She did, crying out as the second orgasm tore through her, walls pulsing hard around him. The rhythmic squeeze pulled him over the edge a moment later. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a raw, open sound, hips stuttering as he emptied into her in long pulses.
They stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, sweat cooling on bare skin. Atheline’s forehead rested between her shoulder blades; Lilith’s fingers found his and laced with them.
The urgency had burned itself out, leaving only the deep, familiar quiet of two people who loved each other.
When he eventually eased free and drew her down into the sheets beside him, she turned in his arms and kissed the corner of his mouth, slow, lingering, almost tender.
"I really really love you Atheline, I don’t know what I’ll do without you here," she murmured.
Atheline brushed a strand of black hair from her face, purple eyes soft now. "I love you too, and I’m not leaving this bed for a week."
Lilith’s smile was small and satisfied. "Good."