Astelion POV
I didn't want to wait anymore. I didn't want the space between us, the secrets of the past, or the heavy weight of tomorrow to dictate tonight. I wanted every single piece of him in me.
As Kiono started to pull back slightly from the edge of my ear, I tightened my grip on the nape of his neck, pulling him down and kissing him hard.
The sudden fire caught him off guard for a fraction of a second, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hands slid beneath my thighs and he lifted me completely off the floor. I wrapped my legs securely around his waist, our lips never breaking contact as the kiss deepened, desperate and unyielding.
He carried me backward through the dim room and into the vast, dark stone bathroom. With one hand holding me flush against him, he reached down to turn on the water tap, the sudden, heavy rushing sound echoing off the tiles.
His fingers moved to the front of my shirt, unbuttoning the fabric with practiced ease. When his hand slid inside, a low, helpless moan escaped my throat straight into his mouth.
My boots hit the cold tile floor as he set me down, and my hands immediately found the waistband of his pants. With a sharp tug, I ripped them open, letting the heavy fabric slide down to the floor.
Kiono pulled back just enough to look down at me, his chest heaving, his blue eyes dark with a unchecked intensity.
"I don't think I can be gentle today," he warned, his voice a rough, gravelly whisper.
"Then don't," I breathed.
He didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed me by the hand, pulling me right back into his space for a kiss while his other hand dispatched the buttons of my skirt, letting it pool around my ankles.
Gathering my strength, I pushed him hard against his chest. The force broke our kiss, sending him stumbling back until his spine hit the heavy bathroom door with a solid thud.
I looked up at him, a wicked smirk playing on my lips.
"It's my turn to please you."
I began to drop to my knees, but Kiono's hand shot out, catching my shoulder and stopping me instantly.
"Not yet, my love," he growled.
In one fluid motion, he spun me around, pinning my back firmly against the cold wood of the door. Before I could even gasp, he used one hand to lock both of my wrists securely above my head, while his leg wedged between mine, forcing them apart.
"Tonight, I am going to fuck you," he whispered against my skin, the raw, dominance in his voice sending a shiver straight down my spine.
He took a handful of my hair, gently pulling my head back to expose the line of my throat. His lips descended upon me like a storm biting and kissing my neck, moving up to the sensitive shell of my ear, bruising my lips, and trailing down the slope of my shoulder.
The deliberate, intense worship was driving me entirely mad. When he finally let go of my hair, he positioned himself right against me. With one powerful, push, he buried himself completely inside me. Any lingering softness from before was entirely gone. He set a brutal, punishing pace rough, fast, and unyielding against the door.
I threw my head back against the wood, unable to stop the loud, echoing scream of his name from ripping out of my lungs.
"That's it," he growled, the sound feral and dark.
He brought his hands down to my hips, gripping the bone so tightly his fingers left deep impressions. With every deep, driving thrust, he used his grip to guide my body, forcing my hips to bounce back into his rhythm.
I was lifted onto my toes, completely trapped under the immense weight of his body against the bathroom door. My knees felt entirely like liquid, my back arched precariously, and my mind was shattered into a haze of pure sensation.
It hurt, it burned, but it felt so unbelievably good I could only scratch at the smooth wood behind me, begging for more.
We lost all track of time and space in that room. The night dissolved into a blur of raw, shifting heat as he moved me from one surface to the next. We crashed onto the cold tile floor, our bodies slick with sweat, the rough friction driving me to a shattering climax that had me sobbing into his shoulder.
He dragged me up in front of the massive silver-framed mirror, forcing me to watch as he wrapped a hand lightly around my throat, choking back my gasps as he took me from behind, slapping my ass and gripping my hip to keep me in position until I crumbled into a second and third wave of breathless release.
By the time he lifted me onto the marble edge of the bathroom sink, my fingers were clawing deep scratches down his bare back, my teeth biting into his shoulder to anchor myself against the sheer velocity of his movements.
Every dirty, whispered command that left his lips only fueled the fire, pushing me over the edge a fourth time. Finally, the rushing water over filled the massive stone tub. He brought me into the steaming depths, the hot water swirling around our exhausted, aching limbs.
Wanting to reclaim control, I pushed him back against the edge of the tub. I shifted down, letting my hair fall forward as I took his dick into my mouth. I struggled initially with no experience, he was far too big, far too long, making me choke and gag as I tried to accommodate his size. The back of my throat burned, but as I looked up through my eyelashes and saw Kiono's head thrown back against the stone, his eyes tightly shut as he groaned my name, every ounce of discomfort became entirely worth it.
Before he could finish, he caught me by the waist, pulling me up and flipping me so I was sitting directly on top of him. He guided my hips, helping me find the rhythm as I began to ride him, bouncing heavily against him in the water. The combination of the heat, the exhaustion, and his hands on my waist was too much. As I hit my fifth and final shattering climax, Kiono let out a low, guttural moan pulling me down tightly against his chest as he finally cum deep inside me.
The world slowly went quiet, save for the sound of our overlapping, ragged breaths and the gently lapping water. Completely drained, my muscles trembling and my mind blissfully blank, I let my head fall against his damp chest. With his strong arms still securely wrapped around me, protecting me from the cold, my eyes drifted shut, and I passed out into a deep, dreamless sleep right there in the warm tub.