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.

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

I felt his fingers move, relishing in the small reprieve granted by

sighed

had wrapped around my torso, holding me in place. Though, more accurately, it was

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 perks

myself trembling within his grasp as his movements started to quicken. 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

Just… the

I

of electricity immediately wrecked through my

futilely trying to stay upright as the tremors swept me, but thankfully he held me

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

to look at him, the expression of pure desire on his face told me that he was now starving…

he was seemingly almost animal-like now as he studied me, waiting for his cue to strike… but I pulled him towards me before

recaptured his lips once more, drinking in his taste, relishing the flames of

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

the ground with a satisfying ‘thud’. Another growl sounded from deep within him at this, the vibration tangible as I stood so close. It 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…

actions spoke for

that told me I was capable of creating the same

me

hand on him, his body starting to softly rock forwards… and, to my

wasn’t going to

it didn’t take long

his eyes then snapped back to awareness,

he needed much, much more. And before I could do anything else, he picked

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 that I knew there was no returning from. But of course that was insanity. As if there was any chance I’d want to stop now. Not when

confirmation from myself, he

pressed his length in… and a

only someone chosen for you. Because now that

sparks… tingles… 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,

us as I adjusted to his size, but that didn’t make it any less intense. He held my gaze as he moved, pushing in…

began to speed

hadn’t dissipated. It had merely been on hold as the rational side of our minds had surfaced.

with every stroke. Forcing my moans to soon turn into cries as I

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

whimpered, already losing

he didn’t show any

grazing my flesh there, and it sent a surprising surge of exaltation from the