Astelion POV
The water in the copper tub had grown completely cold, but I couldn't find the strength to move. I eventually dragged myself out, wrapping a thin towel around my skin, and lay in the center of our bed alone.
Hours bled into the dark. Kiono didn't come back.
The silence of the mountain house was deafening, a suffocating weight that pressed down on my chest until tears pricked the corners of my eyes. A hollow, aching loneliness washed over me. I lay there staring at the empty space beside me on the mattress, tracing the indents in the pillow where his head usually rested.
Did I do something wrong?
I thought to myself, the guilt twisting like a knife in my gut. Maybe I should just strip away the secrets. Maybe I should just tell him everything the time travel, the ashes of the future, the horrific fate I was desperately trying to rewrite. I couldn't bear the thought of a universe where he looked at me with that cold, detached betrayal.
Exhaustion finally began to pull me under, my eyelids growing heavy as I started to drift off into shallow sleep.
Click.
The sudden, muted sound of the front door latch cutting through the quiet snapped my eyes wide open. My heart leaped into my throat. I stumbled off the bed in a blind, frantic rush, my limbs tangled in the heavy blankets.
I tripped over the edge of the rug, falling hard onto my hands and knees, but the stinging pain didn't even register. I scrambled to my feet and ran out of the bedroom, my bare feet flying across the cold wooden floorboards as I rushed down the stairs.
He was standing right by the entryway, his massive silhouette framed by the faint moonlight filtering through the glass. He looked exhausted, his broad shoulders slightly hunched, stripped of his captain's armor.
I didn't hesitate. I threw myself off the bottom steps, leaping cleanly through the air and jumping straight into his arms.
His large, powerful hands shot out, catching my thighs and slamming me flush against his solid chest, anchoring my weight effortlessly. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, burying my fingers into his thick, dark hair as I pulled his face to mine.
I crashed my mouth onto his in a frantic, kiss, tasting the cold mountain air on his lips, pouring every ounce of my desperation, my fear, and my aching need into the friction of our mouths.
"Please," I gasped against his lips, my breath ragged as I pulled back just a fraction to stare into his eyes. "Please don't ever leave me again."
A dark, fire instantly ignited in his gaze, destroying the last remnants of his hesitation. He didn't say a word. He just let out a low, guttural growl deep in his throat and carried me backward, slamming my back against the heavy wooden banister of the stairs.
The kiss turned violent, dripping with a raw, unpolished hunger that stripped the sanity straight from the room. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth, while his hands gripped my ass, squeezing the flesh until I whimpered against his teeth.
He dragged me up the stairs, his mouth never breaking contact with mine as his teeth tugged sharply on my lower lip, driving a breathless groan from my chest.
We didn't even make it halfway up. Kiono pinned me against the wooden steps, his heavy body crushing mine into the hard angles of the staircase. His hand tore at the hem of my thin towel, ripping the fabric away.
He slid his hand down, his long, fingers tracing a scorching path down the inside of my thigh until he found the slick, aching center of my heat.
I moaned out, my head snapping back against the wooden step as he slipped two fingers deep inside me. He was completely unhurried, as he stroked my slick walls, his thumb aggressively grinding against my swollen clit.
As he pumped his fingers inside me with a wet, heavy rhythm, stretching me out until I was writhing beneath him, my fingers locking into the front of his shirt as I begged him for more.
"Kiono... please, please," I whined, my hips arching off the wood to meet the deep, slick friction of his fingers.
Instead of answering, he pulled his hand away, leaving me cold and dripping on the steps. He gripped my calves, dragging my body up the remaining steps until I was lying flat at the very top of the stairs, my legs draped over his broad shoulders. He dropped to his knees between my thighs.
He leaned down and buried his face in my vagina, eating me out right there at the top of the landing.
The wet, sensation of his tongue lapping at my vagina made my vision blur. He was filthy with it, using his tongue to paint my juices across his face before sucking my clit into his mouth, delivering sharp, rhythmic pulls that made my thighs tremble uncontrollably.
He swirled his tongue deep inside my vagina, his hot breath triggering a wave of friction that sent a sharp, breathless orgasm crashing through my entire body.
I screamed his name into the empty rafters, my fingers digging into the floorboards as my muscles clamped tightly around his face.
He didn't give me a single second to recover. Before the ripples of my release could even fade, Kiono stood up, his breathing a chaotic, roaring sound in the dark. He hauled me up by my hips, spinning me around so my front was slammed flat against the solid wooden wall at the top of the stairs.
He moved behind me, his massive, rock-hard chest pressing into my back, completely trapping me. He grabbed my hips, forcing me onto my tippy toes as he pulled my ass back against his dick.
I felt the thick, heavy length of his erection pressing against my wet vagina, hot and leaking with his own desire.
He didn't use any warning. With one brutal, unyielding thrust from his hips, he buried himself deep inside me from the back.The sheer, depth of it tore a fractured scream from my lungs. The unfiltered force of the impact rattled through my bones, my hands sliding against the smooth wood of the wall as he locked his fingers into my hips, anchoring me in place.
He began to drive into me with a hard, relentless pace, the heavy, wet slap of our skin echoing through the dark hallway. Every thrust was deep, dirty, and primal, his thick length hitting my sweet spot over and over until my vision went entirely white. He leaned down, burying his teeth into the side of my neck, leaving a deep, dark mark as he growled out my name, his pace turning fast and unhinged.
The angle of being on my tippy toes made me incredibly tight, my walls gripping him so so hard that I shattered again, my second orgasm ripping through me in a uncontrollable waves.
Kiono let out a low, guttural moan as my release squeezed him. He didn't pull out. Instead, his large hands slid under my thighs, he lifted my entire body off the floor, keeping his length deeply buried inside me.
I gasped, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck as he carried me down the dark hallway into our bedroom. Every step he took drove him deeper inside me, a torturous, heavy friction that made me whimper against his shoulder.
He reached the bed and sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress, keeping our bodies locked together. I was on his lap facing away from him. The sexual tension so thick it felt like steam in the room.
His hands gripping my hips with a firm, bruising hold, guiding my weight.
"Ride me, my love," he whispered, his voice a dark, rough command that vibrated straight through me.
"Bounce for me."
I arched my spine, my hands resting on his broad thighs as he guided my hips into a slow, grinding rhythm. I lifted myself up and slammed back down on him, the depth of the penetration forcing a wet, messy gasp from my lips.
Kiono's used one of his hand to cup my neck and pushed my head back has he kiss and suck on my neck. While his other hand, his thumbs digging into my hip bones as he began to thrust upward to meet every downward stroke, altering the angle so he hit me deeper and harder with every single bounce.
The intense, internal friction was electric. He knew exactly how to move to make me unravel, his fingers shifted to trail down my stomach, slipping between our bodies to find my clit again, rubbing it in sync with the heavy rhythm of my hips.
The double stimulation was too much. I broke down completely, my head dropping onto his shoulder as my third orgasm tore through me, my inner muscles pulsing around him.
Kiono's control finally fractured. His grip on my hips turned vicious, his thrusts turning into fast, chaotic surges that lifted my body off his lap. He rolled me onto my back, pinning my wrists over my head as he took me in a deep strokes that made the bed frame groan against the wall. We went at it all night long, shifting from position to position, exploring every dirty, intoxicating angle until our skin was slick with sweat and the mountain air turned sweet with the scent of our shared release.
By the time the first faint light of dawn began to bleed through the window, my body was entirely spent, having shattered a seventh time that I didn't know was possible under his weight. Kiono let out a final, ragged groan, his posture locking as he delivered two powerful, deep thrusts, unloading his release deep inside me.
He collapsed against my chest, his heart hammering a frantic, echoing beat against mine, cementing us together in the quiet aftermath of the dark.