A Strange Hymn
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Des watches me the entire time, the glow of the water reflected in his eyes. It’s a strange sensation, letting someone you trust see you bare. It’s frightening and exhilarating all at once.
My eyelids flutter. The siren is calling out for me to dive deep into the pool and soak in its waters. My eyes briefly flick to the moon above us. Here, in this small glowing pool, both of our primordial natures are satisfied. I’m guessing that was no mistake on his part.
I step up to Des, our damp chests brushing. Idly, I trace the tattoos that cover his arm, the action sending a small shiver through him.
“Keep doing that, love, and I’m not going to be able to draw this evening out like I want to,” he says, his voice rough.
One glance at his face and I know he’s serious. I also know that it’s not helping my own willpower. Maybe I don’t want this drawn out. Maybe I want the King of the Night to be fast and fierce rather than slow and cruel.
Des wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest. He leans in and gives each side of my neck a kiss, his deliciously damp hair dripping against my skin.
“I could get lost in you,” he murmurs.
He wraps my legs around his narrow waist, and I feel the brush of his cock, already hard and ready. The sensation of it makes my face flush.
“What’s this?” he whispers, kissing my reddening cheeks. “Is my siren … bashful?”
I let out a husky laugh. He’s such a scoundrel, even when he’s being endearing.
He nuzzles the side of my face. “I would steal the stars from the sky for you,” he whispers into my ear. “Anything to hear you laugh like that.”
“You wouldn’t have to steal them Des,” I say. “I bet you could strike a deal with them and they’d come down for you.”
His eyes crinkle with amusement. “You give me far too much credit.”
Rather than answering, my mouth finds his, taking it roughly, my hand splayed along his cheek. Let that be answer enough.
His hold tightens on me, pulling my pelvis closer, even as his lips match my passion. He groans into my mouth, his arms tightening around my back. I move against him, my body impatient for his, my skin beginning to illuminate.
It’s been so long. Far too long. Suddenly, I don’t have a decent reason why that is. Our bodies have a lot of catching up to do.
He breaks away from the kiss long enough to lean his forehead against mine. His eyes search mine, looking for permission. I move against him once more, silently encouraging him on.
He shifts my body ever so slightly, lining us up, and then he slides into me, his head resting against mine, his eyes devouring my expression.
It’s all I can do not to moan as I feel him enter me. And yet this is so much more than just sex. It’s him and me and this place.
If I could drink him up, I would. He’s my guilty conscience, my nightmare, my mate. The man that drinks espresso out of tiny cups and sometimes wears his hair in ridiculous manbuns. The same man who likes the wild, wicked parts of me that even I’m not always comfortable with.
I roll my head back, staring up at the stars. There are thousands upon thousands of them, and their light kisses my skin. Between each one of them is unfathomable darkness. It’s all around me, inside me, making love to me.
Des pistons in and out of my core, his cock stretching me in the most exquisite way. I wrap my arms around him, pressing myself in close.
It’s no longer just the water that’s glowing. My skin is lit up, the siren thoroughly enjoying the water around us and the man inside us.
Right in the middle of the act, he moves us near the waterfall, where the rocky mountainside creates a wall of sorts. Pressing my back against it, the Bargainer takes my wrists and forces them against the rocky surface.
“Truth or dare?” he rasps, still thrusting in and out of me.
Wait, is he kidding?
When I don’t immediately answer—because my brain shut off several minutes ago—he slides out of me.
I let out a pained sound, feeling empty without Des between my legs.
I should know my wily fairy better by now.
He dips underwater, moving my legs over his shoulders. And then, right in the middle of the pool, I feel the press of his lips against my core.
Now I let out the moan I held back earlier. And thank God Des is underwater; it’s one hell of an embarrassing sound.
As I lean back against the rock wall, panting, I piece together that this is Des’s dare. For once, I’m not complaining about the Bargainer’s repayment methods.
God, am I not.
He sucks first one lip into his mouth, then the other. I buck against him, his ministrations driving me wild.
His tongue finds my clit, and an unexpected orgasm rips from the depths of me. I cry out as I move against him, my fingers buried in his hair.
How the clever man knows I’ve come is beyond me—like I said, my brain shut off long ago—but my legs slide from his shoulders as he rises up. And then in one smooth thrust, his cock is back inside me, working me from the inside out.
“Ready for number two?” he asks. He doesn’t even sound breathless.
Multiple orgasms? Who is this man?
He begins moving harder, deeper, and like a puppet master, he’s pulling the strings of my body, dragging me back to the edge.
I tighten my grip on him. It’s rough and it’s sweet, relentless and coaxing. I’m almost regretting that I wanted this to be swift and fierce. With Des, I could stay like this forever.
Hypothetically.
Realistically, the moment he kisses me, I’m done.
Like a dam breaking, I find my second release. I’m gasping into his mouth, holding onto him like he’s the only thing keeping me from floating away. And then he’s coming too, his lips still moving firmly against mine, his thrusts becoming even deeper and harder.
It seems like we spend an eternity in that moment, locked together, and there’s no beginning or end to us.
But at some point the moment does end. We break off the kiss and Des eases out of me. Neither one of us lets go of the other, our breathing heavy, our bodies plastered together
“Never want to leave,” Des rasps against me.
My grip on his tightens. “Neither do I.”
I don’t know how long we stay like that. Long enough for my skin to dim and our breathing to quiet.
“Cherub,” Des eventually says, “there’s something I wanted to show you.”
With a good amount of reluctance, I slide out of his hold.
Taking my hand, he tugs me towards the waterfall, my feet skimming over smooth river stones as we move. We move beneath the cascading waters, the river pounding against my head and shoulders as Des leads me through it.
On the other side, the glow of the water illuminates the outlines of a cave. Des snaps his fingers, and all at once there’s light.
Hundreds of flickering candles are piled on almost every surface of the cavern, glittering softly in the darkness. The light from the water and the flames dances along the ceiling, the glow of it hypnotizing.
“Wow,” I breathe.
The place is like something out of a dream.
Right in the middle of all the candlelight is a soft pallet piled with blankets, a tray of food sitting next to it.
Des swims to the edge of the pool and pushes himself up onto the rocky lip of the cave, running his hands through his hair as he slicks it back. He turns and reaches for me, every inch of that glorious body of his glistening.
I take Des’s hand and follow him out of the water, my wings heavy. Before I can look for a towel, he reaches around me and runs a hand over my feathers.