Rook moaned, eyes fluttering shut as a second orgasm overtook her. Emmrich slowed, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw. In the warm glow of their lovemaking, he was impossibly beautiful. It wasn’t just the warm, intelligent eyes set in the sort of face seldom seen outside of masterworks, the locks of hair escaping his usual sharp hairstyle in delicious disarray, the broad mouth flushed a deep color from kisses, although any of those would have been enough. Somehow, the vibrancy of his spirit shone through his skin, a vivacity that took Rook’s breath away. She stroked his cheek, looking up at him with eyes overflowing with love.
When the sweet shocks of release fell away, Emmrich watched Rook with a hooded gaze. He pressed deep inside her, grinding down.
Rook’s back arched, a guttural sound escaping from her throat. He was rubbing up against the deepest part inside of her—but instead of pain, there was a shocking, blindingly intense pleasure. Rook writhed, unable to draw a proper breath. Her nails raked down his shoulders, her body pinned between overwhelming intensity and a pleasure so deep that she wanted nothing else. She rocked against him, frantic with the feeling.
“The cervix is quite a delicate thing,” Emmrich said, his measured voice a low rumble in Rook’s ear. “Too sensitive to be pressed, normally, and too fragile to be toyed with often. But every now and again, after the body is warmed by several rounds of release…”
More involuntary sounds spilled from Rook as they rocked against each other. The strange intensity of the pleasure was matched by a deep, convulsive need for more. Her usual graceful coordination fell away, her movements jerky with desire.
“…it becomes exquisitely sensitive,” Emmrich purred.
He watched her with an unblinking gaze, a scorching heat.
Rook made a choked sound. Her cunt tightened around him—a strange, involuntary sensation, something with all the intensity of release but none of the relaxation of it. As soon as her muscles let go, Emmrich began moving again, grinding relentlessly down. Rook cried out, hips jerking unevenly against him. Whatever the clenching had been, it hadn’t reduced the desperate desire in the slightest. Rook shuddered, panting.
Emmrich’s eyes flickered over her face, his expression equal parts satisfied and devouring. He seemed almost unaffected by the faint rock of his hips, as if he could continue for hours without stopping.
Rook had to stop, her eyes rolling back, as Emmrich shifted slightly and her awareness whited out. There was no space in her head for anything but the sensation. Every stroke pulled desperate noises from deep inside her.
It was only when Rook’s walls locked down on him again and Emmrich paused the roll of his hips that Rook could form words again.
“But it doesn’t—feel like much for you,” Rook protested.
“Oh, I wish to be unaffected,” Emmrich said immediately. “So that I can watch you fall apart with full attention.”
He began moving again, and Rook let out a sob, nails digging into his back as if she were clinging to a ledge for dear life.
“I’m quite possessive, you see,” Emmrich said conversationally, and threw in a deep thrust that made Rook scream.
“Possessi—what—” Rook tried, heaving for breath. “But you—love it when I—talk about—my old lovers—”
“I do,” Emmrich said, in a voice dark with desire. “Very much so. To know that none of them knew your body as I do—to know that none of them pleasured you so thoroughly, or for so long—”
Emmrich nipped the most sensitive part of Rook’s neck. Rook keened, the diffuse pleasure in her body peaking into an overwhelming flood. Her legs shook violently as she came. Emmrich’s heated gaze jerked eagerly over her, as if so overwhelmed by delicious choices that he couldn’t decide where to look. As she settled, catching her breath, his eyes locked with hers.
“You didn’t stay with them,” Emmrich said, his voice rough. “I get to keep you. I get to please you so thoroughly that you’ll never want to leave.”
He punctuated his words with thrusts that made Rook cry out, bucking uncontrollably. Deep—satisfying—Rook’s thoughts fractured, her eyelids fluttering.
“Emmrich,” Rook moaned, too overcome to say anything but his name.
Emmrich’s eyes lit with a dark fire. He kissed her roughly, with a wild satisfaction.
“My Rook,” he murmured against her lips, voice raw with passion, and lovingly made Rook fall apart.
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