A Gift from the Goddess

Book Two – Ch.# 25 Everything moved quickly.

It was as if all the things keeping us apart were now gone, and all that was left was the unsatiated desire that had been left to grow unchecked every day.

And it… was a lot.

A lot of pent-up emotions and yearnings. A lot of needs that were ignored. But, finally, it was time. Kieran had one hand pressed into my waist, his other holding my face as our lips moved in sync hungrily against each other. And all the while this was happening, I ran a hand down his chest, clutching at his shirt to bring his body closer. Pulling at him to envelop my entire body.

There was nothing gentle in the way we grabbed at one another. No, it was urgent. Desperate. Almost as if we’d both been starving and there was now only one thing able to satisfy it.

Just… pure instinctual lust. Nothing else.

“Mine.”

The word left my lips involuntarily. It was met with a growl of approval from him; the deep sound doing all sorts of inexplicable things to me inside. Already, I could feel that I needed more than just this.

And he must have been of the same mind.

He pushed me against the wall, the movement prying a small gasp of excitement from my lips, and his hand started to travel along my thigh. It moved upwards, sending tingles along my skin, up until the fabric of my dress prevented him from going any further. But he didn’t let that deter him. With one, sharp movement I heard the sound of fabric tearing, allowing him new access to explore my lower body; now a hot trail of flames burning wherever he touched. “I hope that wasn’t expensive,” he said, his warm breath tickling my neck. But, truthfully, he didn’t sound very apologetic over ruining my designer dress. He seemed more amused than anything. Which was fine by me. Because instead of words, I decided to reply in other ways.

…I hooked a finger at the top of his shirt and proceeded to slide my hand quickly down his front, forcefully ripping away all the buttons to unveil his chest underneath.

It was important to even the score, of course.

“I hope that wasn’t expensive,” was all I cheekily replied.

But he swiftly stole the devilish smile from my lips as he spun me around, my body pinned to face the wall. I could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest as he encircled me from behind … though that wasn’t the only thing pressing against me. No, with a shiver of delight, I was now able to feel his own excitement through his pants as he held me this close.

I’d be lying if I said this was my first time. I, of course, had been intimate before. But never in

my life had I ever experienced anything close to what I was feeling now. This was… beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. And all he’d done so far was touch me.

So, if it was already this good now… then….

with one hand, he started to rub and squeeze at the skin of my sensitive inner thigh, his teeth grazing against my shoulder. The movement alone was enough for a small moan to escape my lips, hungry for more.

“Please,” I whimpered, almost begging.

And I squirmed backwards against him impatiently, trying to incite him with the small amount of friction. Hoping that it would be enough for him to relieve me of this waiting.

… But then I felt it.

hand moving up, finding its way to the hem of my underwear, teasing me with the mere possibilities. And, before I could completely lose my

felt his fingers move,

I sighed

more accurately, it was supporting

somehow knowing exactly what I needed without having to tell him. An ability that made me start to think that perhaps it *was* possible for a God to exist, because how else could he be so good at doing this to me? Hell, I could see myself subscribing to that religion if these were the

He now held me inches away from that final moment I knew was within reach. Getting closer… and closer… becoming more and more lost within the euphoria… just needing a little

the

I cried

electricity immediately wrecked through my body, clouding my mind

wall, futilely trying to stay upright as the tremors swept me, but thankfully he held me tight against him through

again, but I knew things had only just started. In fact, this was just the tip of

at him, the expression of pure desire on his face told me that he was now starving… and I had made him

No, he was seemingly almost animal-like now as he studied me,

lips once more, drinking in his

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pressed into my flesh with renewed urgency, I took this as

was a noise that I would listen to on repeat if I could. But I didn’t let it distract me for long And as my fingers made quick work of unzipping… I soon released his length from his pants, taking a few seconds once done to appreciate his body. Because he was perfect… his entire physique somehow sculpted. So much so that a part of me was a little in disbelief that he

his actions

lost in the sensation I provided him. A response that told me I was capable of creating the same effect on him; that he felt everything so extremely just as

me just the

came to a rest against mine as I slowly moved my hand on him, his body starting to softly rock forwards… and, to my utter delight, a groan soon left him. Hopefully, it

knew this wasn’t going to be sufficient for

long for

minute or two, his eyes then snapped back to awareness, meeting my gaze once more. A look contained within that immediately told

he picked

look at each other, silently speaking without words. A connection between us as we realised what was about to happen. He looked as if he was giving me one final chance to back out, asking the question

a nod of confirmation from myself, he quickly obliged

a moan of pleasure

it was shared with only someone chosen for you. Because now that we were finally together in this way, it was impossible to think

sensations from being around him these last few weeks, they all paled in comparison to this very moment. To this feeling of moulding around him so completely in every way, both

his size, but that didn’t make it any less intense. He held my gaze as he moved, pushing in… and back out… inciting quick pants from my mouth as he moved… continuing to fill

he began to speed that rhythm up, steadily increasing

had merely been on hold as the rational side of our minds had surfaced. But

stroke. Forcing my moans

the picture frames on the wall begin to shake, his roughness threatening to make them fall. But at

I whimpered,

didn’t show any

flesh there, and it sent a surprising