Choosing to say out of the Alliance, the Cinders are isolated in their own conflicts, and when Helia Cinder reaches to the void for answers, she inadvertently draws a creature out. Expecting to be eaten alive, she is instead left with a man with no...
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The first lick was ecstasy, sliding his tongue between her lips and into her center in a shallow swipe that pushed a whine of desperation out of Helia. Ghost barely heard it as he tasted her sweetness, so perfect on his tongue that he had to delve deeper. With one of his thumbs, he touched the nub of her pleasure, and her hips jerked up. Ghost held them down as he circled with his thumb, and Helia arched gently to increase and decrease the pressure in a quickening rhythm. Drops of Helia's pleasure escaped onto the fabric, and Ghost growled low at the waste, urging him to pull her open with both hands and thrust his tongue down her middle until his face was buried in fiery curls.
The bridge of his nose hit the softest area without, and Helia slipped a hand down into his hair as he delved deeper. Curling his tongue, he filled it with her before bringing it back to his lips and swallowing, tasting and drinking her as she gripped his hair and pulled him closer. This wasn't enough pleasure though, too little to sate him, and Ghost moved now with purpose. The rubbing of his finger eased on her clit, and he moistened it by dipping into her. A moan encouraged him as he returned his wet thumb to her nub and just barely grazed it, working her excitement in a slow roll that Helia set the pace for as she arched up when she wanted the pressure.
With his other hand, he inserted three fingers, eliciting a gasp from Helia as she jumped in surprise. Moving in and out of her started the slow moan that he craved, and he curled his fingers up to search along the walls of her insides until he found just the spot she wanted. As he grazed it, Helia's moan rose in pitch, and he pressed just there a bit harder. Helia wriggled on his hands until she found the perfect rhythm, arching her hips into his upper hand to squeeze her against his thumb while Ghost dragged his fingers across the sensitive spot on the inside. Back and forth, he stimulated both until she gripped his hair so hard that he could feel it pulling on the follicles.
That was what he needed to pull his hand out, tear off the remainder of his suit, and lift her from the bench to return to their original position. Helia cried out as he entered her, dropping her hips down on him with such force that Ghost joined her with a grunt of pleasure. Tip to hilt, Helia's insides squeezed him, and his moans were drowned out by Helia's as she gave him no time to enjoy the way he filled her. Lust had Helia bucking, her wild upward arches gripping and pulling him until he slipped out with a wet pop, and his erection barely tasted air before she fell on him with her full weight, bending so that he ground into the overstimulated point of her pleasure.
Ghost kissed the side of Helia's neck, sucking the skin between his teeth to mark her, the need to leave himself all over her overpowering any sense as he wandered a row of light bruises down to her shoulder. Not once did he let his fangs taint the experience as her breasts ran her hard nipples up and down his chest. At their height, they grazed his lips, and Helia paused to linger as he licked the hard nubs. Hovering that way had her dripping on him lower like sweet rain before she lowered the deluge over him again and wrapped him until they fit together with perfection.
"Ghost," Helia's voice shook as she whispered his name into his mouth, still lifting and dropping her hips, though in tighter increments as she reached her plateau. "I love you."
