Thank Kydona, the witch moved. His knees landed on the cavern floor as he kissed and licked his way down her stomach to her thighs. He was everywhere but where Octavia wanted him. Her words were a babble of pleas as he paid attention to every part of her except where she needed him most.
Eventually, Flynn paused his pleasurable assault, kissing her inner thigh. A deep chuckle hummed in his chest. “What do you want, Octavia?”
She growled, “You know what I want.” There was no way someone could kiss as well as he did and be oblivious to the ways of the world.
Then his hands skated right over her sensitive core, grazing that one spot where she needed him most. It was all the confirmation she needed—he knew exactly what he was doing. “I need to hear you say it.” His breath danced over clit, and her core spiraled tighter, tighter, tighter.
“Oh gods, please,” Octavia begged him. “Just touch me already.”
Was the last chuckle dark? This one rumbled through him like a roll of thunder. “With pleasure, beautiful.”
Not even a heartbeat later, his mouth landed on her. He nipped and sucked at her clit until she was nothing but a puddle beneath him. She laced her fingers through his hair, holding him there as her head fell back against the couch.
“Use your words, Octavia,” he murmured against her. “Tell me what you want.”
Speaking had never been as difficult as it was at that moment. “More,” she begged him, her eyes slipping shut. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” He returned to her sensitive flesh, and this time, he slipped a finger inside her.
She groaned, biting her lip. Pleasure was a coursing river running through her. There was a cliff, and she was so close to careening right off the edge.
Flynn knew. Another finger joined the first, and he crooked them in a beckoning motion, bringing her closer and closer to her release. That connection between them hummed with approval as she moaned beneath him.
If he stopped now, she would die. She just knew it.
She held him in place, letting each kiss and lick and thrust of his fingers carry her to the precipice of oblivion. And when she tumbled over the edge, her scream echoed off the walls of the cavern. Her eyes fluttered shut, and pleasure ripped through her.
Flynn kept touching her through her climax, his touch now gentle and his kisses soft as the waves slowly receded.
Octavia had never experienced anything close to this in all her years. The partners she’d had before hadneverbeen able to make her feel like that.
Eventually, she reopened her eyes. At some point, Flynn had removed the remainder of his clothes. He stood naked before her, a purely masculine look of pride on his face.
Her gaze traveled down, down, down, stopping at his hardened length.
She licked her lips, wanting to taste him as he had tasted her. She wanted to feel him come apart in her mouth.
Octavia must have said the words out loud because Flynn laughed quietly and shook his head. “Another time, beautiful.” He stepped towards her. In a movement that was at once powerful and gentle, he lifted her from the couch and swapped their places.
This time, Octavia straddled him. Flynn’s hardness rubbed up against her, and a groan slipped from her lips. “I want you.” She leaned in to kiss him as she wantonly rubbed herself against him. “All of you.”
It didn’t matter that they’d only known each other for a short time, didn’t matter how they’d started, because right now, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in the world.
He kissed her back. “Gods, I want you, too.”
She shifted her hips, rubbing the tip of his cock with her wetness. If she were in a playful mood, she’d tease him, but right now, her need was so strong that she could think of nothing else but having him.
Instead, she slanted her mouth over his. Flynn gripped her hips. His touch was firm but not bruising.
Octavia slowly lowered herself onto his cock. He was… big. Far larger than Octavia was used to. His hands tightened around her as she moved slowly until she took him to the hilt.
His head fell back, and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Octavia couldn’t reply. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this. Her heart hammered as she grew accustomed to him. He didn’t move, instead letting her get used to his size.
Eventually, she lifted her hips. Her mouth opened in a breathless gasp as pain and pleasure shot through her. It had been so long. Too long, apparently.
Concern filled Flynn’s gaze as he leaned forward. He brushed his lips over hers. “Take your time.”