24. Serena

With the dark elves defeated and Cinis having devoured Aldris's soul, we make it back to the destroyed remains of the hovel. My heart races still, the air between us holds his confession of love.

I feel my mother's amulet dangling around my neck, happy that it's returned to me.

Happy that I can once again touch Cinis.

I turn to him from among the wreckage and step into his space. My heart beats faster as I slide my hand up the solid firmness of his chest.

He looks into my eyes with a hunger that makes the pit of my stomach flutter with anticipation. Despite the damage that surrounds us, the tension between us is wound tightly, the pull of our bodies too much to resist.

Cinis wraps his hand firmly behind my head and leans down to kiss me. Our mouths move together, feeling the overwhelming stress of the past few days melt away.

His other hand slides around my waist and pulls me to him, pressing my body against his growing erection. I let out a moan as his tongue chases mine, the passion of the moment, taking over as I rock my hips into his hardening cock.

"I want to feel you," he groans, rocking his cock onto me.

"But the hovel-"

"Can be rebuilt. Right now, all I want is this. The heat that is building between us…between your legs, like before."

"Oh," I gasp as he picks me up, sliding his fiery arms under my ass to support my weight. I wrap my legs around his waist and feel him pressing into me.

I rock forward with a moan as the tip of his cock slips into me.

He gasps in surprise at the sensation but doesn't loosen his hold. Slowly he rocks forward, sliding into me tortuously as he adjusts to the feeling.

His cock is like steel and fills me with an indescribable warmth, making me moan and lean farther into him. His hands tighten, as he moves my body slowly back and forth, making his cock slide slowly in and out of me.

"Lay me down,' I moan, wanting him to have the whole experience.

He lays me on my back among the destruction and climbs over me, eager to be back inside my heat.

Carefully he aligns his cock with my entrance and thrusts forward with uncertainty. His cock slips into my slickened entrance and slides slowly back out of me. He does it again, torturing me with the lazy pace, as every short-thrust winds me tighter.

"Cinis," I plead, arching my hips toward him and meeting him on a downward stroke that envelops his entire length.

We moan at the same time, and I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to kiss me once more.

Cinis succumbs to my demand, his lips locking onto mine as his cock thrusts deep within me. I gasp into his mouth as my body adjusts to the pleasure of him filling me up. His tongue teases mine, distracting me from the steady rhythm he"s setting between us.

He breaks away from our kiss, looking down at me with an intensity that sends sparks of desire shooting through my veins. Everything around us fades into nothingness, leaving only the heat and urgency of our bodies colliding together.

"You feel so good," he groans, each thrust echoing his words as his cock sinks deeper within me. "So tight, so wet…"

His words fuel my desire and I meet him stroke for stroke, grinding against him as I chase the peak that"s slowly building within me. He leans down to capture one nipple with his lips, rocky teeth tugging lightly and making me arch up into him with a whimper.

The pleasure is potent, making my mind reel as wave after wave crashes over me. My fingers claw at the dirt beneath us as Cinis' movements become more urgent. His hips are a blur against mine and each thrust shoots a wave of pleasure through both of us.

As he grinds into me, he releases my nipple with a soft pop. He looks into my eyes, searching for something - permission perhaps - before running his thumb over my clit in soft circles.

The sudden increase in sensations makes me squirm underneath him, but he holds me steady with his body weight and a gentle hand on my hip. He continues his assault as he watches my face for the signs that I'm close.

With every circle, his rhythm becomes more confident, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure that courses through my veins. I can feel the heat spiraling within me, and I dig my fingers into his back, urging him on.

"Harder," I whisper, the word barely escaping my lips as he complies. His pace increases, the thrusts becoming more forceful, and his well-coordinated arm never leaves my clit. My heart beats in time with our bodies, a rhythm that's all our own. I can feel my climax nearing, the heat pooling in my core and spreading throughout my body.

Cinis' breath hitches at my command, his brows furrowing as he doubles his efforts. He shifts slightly, angling himself to hit that sweet spot deep within me. Pleasurable jolts course through my body at his every movement.

"Gods, Cinis," I moan out loud, my voice echoing in the stillness around us. "Don"t stop!"

He obliges, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he goes faster, harder, reaching new depths within me. His hands grip my hips pulling me up to meet him in a frenzy of movement.

His gaze is locked onto mine, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses my expression. The sight of his eyes darkened with lust and need sends another wave of desire pooling in my lower belly. His strong body moves against mine with a powerful grace that has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

The pressure builds, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the brink. My heart pounds in my chest, mirroring the rhythm between us. His cock fills me over and over again, stoking the relentless fire in my core.

A low growl escapes his lips as he feels me tightening around him. "Let go for me," he orders roughly, his voice strained with arousal.

His command is all it takes. Waves of pleasure crash over me, robbing me of breath and thought. I gasp loudly, my body convulsing under him as climax seizes me. It"s an onslaught of sensation - pleasure so intense I can barely stand it.

Cinis continues thrusting into me throughout my orgasm, watching with dark eyes as I come apart beneath him. My nails dig into his back, and I scream out his name.

But he doesn"t stop there. His thrusts become even more erratic, his control slipping. I see it in his eyes - his primal need to release. I tighten my hold around him, whispering words of encouragement as he lets go of all restraint.

I can see it in his eyes - the anticipation, the surrender when he finally lets go. His voice is husky and low when he utters my name like a plea or maybe a prayer. His rhythm falters and then picks up again with a fervor that has me gasping for breath.

Suddenly, his movements falter and he swears under his breath as a spasm wrenches through him. I can feel him throbbing inside me as he comes undone.

His body jerks with each pulse, every thrust drawing out the ecstatic high until there"s nothing left but the two of us panting for breath amidst shared warmth and satisfaction.

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore, intense and powerful enough to make me forget everything but the feeling of Cinis inside of me.

"Cinis," I murmur again, softer this time but no less profound. He grunts in response, the sound muffled against the crook of my neck where he"s buried his face.

His breath, hot and ragged against my skin, gradually slows to a languid rhythm matching the stillness of the room. Feeling him come down from his high is as intimate as the act itself, and I find myself clinging tighter to him as he goes limp in my arms.

Regaining his senses, he slowly pulls out of me with a shudder, each movement stirring up remnants of our shared ecstasy. He lowers himself next to me.

Are you okay?" I whisper, my voice barely audible amidst the night"s stillness.

For a moment, he says nothing. But then there"s a slight nod and he mutters a low response that makes me chuckle. "Better than okay," he says, his voice husky with spent desire.

His hand reaches up to brush a few stray strands of hair from my face, his fiery tendrils lingering on my cheek for a moment before tracing down to my lips. A soft smile tugs at my lips at the intimate gesture.

His other hand snakes its way around my waist, pulling me even closer until our bodies are pressed tightly against each other. I can feel his heart beating against my chest - a rhythmic thump that sends a comforting warmth through me.

Suddenly, there"s something in his eyes - an unfamiliar intensity that makes my heartbeat quicken. He palms my face, thumb brushing over my bottom lip as he lets out an exhale that"s almost a sigh. "I"ve never felt like this before," he admits quietly.

His admission holds the room in silence as it sinks in. It rings with honesty and something else... Vulnerability.

"Me neither," I echo, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. The world outside our little cocoon seems so far away now.

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear before tracing the shell of it with his touch, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. His eyes are full of something akin to awe as they move over my face.

"Now what?" I ask, breaking the silence but not the spell we seem to be under.

His laugh is quiet and muffled against the curve of my shoulder as he pulls me closer. "Now," he says, voice heavy with sleep and something warmer, "we rest."

As sleep threatens to pull me under, I feel Cinis" arm tighten around me protectively, as if trying to keep the world at bay just a little longer.