A Gift from the Goddess

Book Two – Ch.# 26

I awoke to the feeling of Kieran’s finger lightly tracing a pattern on my back.

It was delicate, and yet I could feel the sparks follow wherever he touched, leaving a trail of warmth behind as he moved. It felt so nice that I could have easily fallen back to sleep again right then and there.

“Good morning,” he said quietly behind me. My change in breathing must have given me away.

But it was certainly a good morning, indeed. A very, very good morning. My body ached in all the right ways, the night’s exercise being a workout that scratched every itch imaginable. I was exhausted… yet so energised at the same time.

“…’Morning,” I mumbled. I took a deep breath in and stretched my body out, feeling the full extent of my aches. However, unbeknownst to me, this was apparently an unspoken cue… because Kieran immediately moved in closer to encircle my body, holding me as we laid on our sides. And I turned my head to look up at him, meeting those hazel eyes. At some point last night, we had made it into the bed… though most of our clothes had unfortunately not survived the battle. A noble sacrifice, if I ever saw one. But it meant we were now completely bare as our skin touched, the heat of his body fully surrounding me.

…Knowledge that was enough to elicit a small stir of excitement inside me. “Don’t tempt me,” he said jokingly, leaning down to kiss my cheek. He must have realised what I was thinking without me having to say it.

But… maybe I wanted to tempt him. Maybe that was exactly what I wanted to do.

…And I captured his lips before he had the chance to pull away, kissing him slowly… enjoying the feeling of his mouth against mine.. sparks fluttering through me..

Last night’s urgency had been a necessity, a desperation that was inevitable, but it had also meant I couldn’t really take my time. Like a fine wine being consumed as a shot, rather than appreciated in sips. And he was the finest of wines I’d ever met.

His arm then moved around me more, a hand sliding up to my breast and, ever so gently, he started to tease the skin there. Sending my mind into a haze and forcing a small gasp from my lips.

He’d told me not to tempt him and yet he’d conceded so easily. Giving in without any fight whatsoever. Already, I could sense his own obvious excitement, feeling as it began to press against my thighs, begging for entrance. Which was a request I was powerless to deny him.

…And I promptly allowed for him to slide his length through, grinding along my sensitive lower flesh from the outside.

His thrusts were gentle, creating just enough friction between my thighs that hit the perfect spot. But there was no need to rush, no desire to move quickly. Just the two of us enjoying the proximity of the other. Lost in the moment of being together as we slowly kissed.

Only, soon enough, the rhythm building between us demanded more.

I pulled away from him a bit, just enough to plant a peck on his cheek, and silently told him with my eyes that it was time. …And with his hand working its way down my body, I felt as he then readjusted… and proceeded to push his length inside me.

I was still sore from the night before, but his movement was tender, slowly moving in to give me ample time to adjust. Yet the sensation still made me softly pant regardless, needing a few seconds before the pleasure could replace the pain.

He watched me carefully as he entered, his eyes sensing for any discomfort. But he didn’t need to worry for long. No, it only took a moment before a quiet moan left me, my mind relishing the feeling of his body joining with mine. A state that felt right, as if this was how we belonged

“Kieran…,” I sighed.

His pace started to increase at the sound of my enjoyment, building that pressure as I felt every thrust. It was forceful, yet still gentle, a clear contrast to the events of last night, though this didn’t detract from the experience in the slightest. No, as I vividly felt his body move within me, I felt just as lost in his embrace.

… Just as consumed by everything he offered me.

His teeth nibbled at my ear as he held me firmly against his chest, and I knew then that I was reaching that point soon. The point of bliss. But… there was something that would make this perfect, recalling the earlier discovery I’d made.

And, with a quick movement, I brushed my hair away from my neck… and presented myself to him. Hoping he would get the hint. However… this didn’t go as planned.

what I’d wished for… and I looked up curiously to

“Kieran?” I asked quietly.

if I’d done something wrong. But at the sound of my voice, it was as

his breath, shaking his head. “You have no idea what you’re

meant, he quickly stole the words from my mouth with another thrust… and

and force increased significantly from before as we resumed, a new energy sparking that I hadn’t expected. It seemed he had other ideas for how we

barely stopping in the adjustment. I could feel the weight of

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a whole new type of excitement within me as I laid helpless under him, gripping onto the sheets firmly as I moaned out in

I was so damn close.

into grunts in unison with my moans, his pace becoming more aggressive, and, just when I thought things couldn’t possibly feel any better… his hand then found its way

instantly came undone

could feel the waves of

he hit his own moment of release just seconds after mine. I could hear as his groan filled my ears, his hands grabbing onto me roughly

…And it was perfect.

arms for a long time after that, silently enjoying the proximity of the other. I had never been allowed to be so close to

picture what my father would think right now, seeing me this way. He would probably call me weak or become possessive over my attention. Either option would lead down a path of pain for me. A path I would

thoughts, Kieran had resumed his tracing of patterns on my back. So intently fixated on it. Almost as if it were an important task to draw

some discomfort for me too. And though I couldn’t exactly place the feeling, I assumed

like your tattoo,” he finally

a little in

raven I’d had done when I was younger. A reminder to myself of who

to loath the name now. It was something I’d felt since arriving; the uneasiness whenever someone addressed

“….Raven?”

I flinched.

my silence had probably been odd, however the timing couldn’t have

him call me that now

for when I was working… it was a branding on my soul from my father. All of which were things I didn’t want to connect with

feel as though I didn’t need to

“Are you okay?”

shoulder to meet my eyes and

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

was I meant

I started, hesitating. “I don’t…. I don’t want you to call

“What do you mean?”

saying it… but not you.

you.”

me. Enough to thankfully not ask the painful questions I was hoping to avoid. But he paused nonetheless,

…I hadn’t thought that far ahead. It was the only name I’d known for so long that it was hard to think of something else, something that would

my chain of thought. “I overheard your work colleague call

of the nickname from his lips,