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Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Kira’s Orgasm

He rose back up, pulling her into him. He grabbed her hands, lacing his fingers through hers. He held them up, staring at the calluses.

“These hands kill,” he said, his voice flat.

“And yours?” she challenged, her eyes burning.

“Mine destroy,” he replied.

He kissed the rough, hard calluses on her palms… the marks of a woman who had killed to stay free. He licked the center of her palm, his tongue broad and demanding, before taking each of her fingers into his mouth, one by one. He sucked on them with a carnal intensity, his teeth grazing her knuckles, honoring the strength in her grip.

He moved to her arms, kissing the biceps, the inner elbows, the forearms. He treated her body like a weapon he was inspecting, a piece of high-tier gear he was finally getting to use.

He finally dropped to his knees before her. He was a man who had stared into the void and decided to live, and right now, his religion was the woman standing in the amber firelight.

He reached up, his hands sliding around her thighs, gripping the firm, athletic cheeks of her backside, pulling her closer until her heat was a physical weight against his face, breathing in the concentrated, feral scent of her arousal.

He didn’t enter. He didn’t even use his fingers. He simply pressed his face into the soft, curly hair of her mound, breathing her in, his hot breath making her shiver. He kissed the inner skin of her thighs… the most sensitive, protected part of a warrior… his lips soft and reverent.

He mapped the length of her legs, from the curve of her knees to the delicate arch of her feet, kissing every inch of skin as if it were a holy relic.

“More,” Kira hissed, her back arching so violently her spine left the bed. “Harder, Sol. Don’t you fucking dare hold back.”

The scent was sweet, pungent, and entirely feral. She was soaking, the nectar of her arousal coating her inner thighs. Sol didn’t hesitate.

He used his thumbs to pry her open, exposing the swollen, pink folds of her pussy to the dim amber light. He watched her clitoris pulse, a tiny, hyper-sensitive knot of nerves that was practically screaming for attention.

He lashed his tongue across her, a long, broad stroke that made Kira’s entire body go rigid. Her fingers clawed into the furs, her knuckles turning white. Sol was relentless. He buried his face in her, his tongue working with the same tactical precision he used to dismantle an enemy.

He licked, he sucked, he bit the sensitive inner skin of her thighs until she was a shaking, sobbing mess beneath him.

“Sol! Stop… no, don’t stop! AA-aaaghhh!”

Her words broke into a high-pitched wail as she shattered, her first orgasm ripping through her like a lightning strike. Her internal muscles clamped down in a rhythmic, frantic dance, and of course, Sol drank it all, his own core flaring in response to her release.

Finally, he rose.

He didn’t say a word as he gathered her messed up body into his arms. He lay back onto the mountain of furs, pulling her on top of him. They were a tangle of powerful, naked limbs. Sol wrapped his massive arms around her, his hands splaying across the small of her back, pressing her body into his with a crushing, protective force.

They huddled there, naked and raw, heart to heart, skin to skin, in the center of the room. The friction of their bodies was incredible… the rough, static-charged landscape of his skin rubbing against the smooth, feverish heat of hers. His rough, scarred chest rubbed against her sensitive breasts.

Meanwhile, his hard, tensed cock was pinned between their bellies, throbbing with a rhythmic, heavy pulse that matched the rhythm of his core.

Sol wrapped his massive arms around her, his hands splaying across the small of her back, pressing her into his dense frame until she felt like she was being merged with him. He buried his face in her disheveled hair, his breath hitching as the sheer physical intensity of the huddle threatened to break even his formidable control.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through her entire body. “Tonight, the world doesn’t get a say. Tonight, you’re just Kira, and I’m just Sol.”

Kira didn’t answer with words and continued her ragged breathing.

She just gripped him tighter, her muscles clenching, her body molding itself to his in a desperate, silent plea for more. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breathing coming in short, jagged bursts.

She was literally vibrating. Not just from her first Orgasm, but from the sheer physical intensity of being held by him.

They stayed like that for a long time, two predators huddled in the dark, their breathing the only sound in the room. No penetration. No movement. Just the crushing weight of their bodies, the taste of each other’s sweat.

Honestly, even without the penetration, he was fully satisfied seeing her being made a mess like this. For a moment, he just wanted to forget everything and stay like this forever.

He wanted to stay in this moment of tension, where the air was thick enough to choke on and every touch felt like a physical assault on the senses. He wanted her to feel every ounce of the power he had taken from the spirits. He wanted her to know that as long as he was standing, nothing was going to touch her.

Outside, the wind howled through the petrified trees of the Veynar, carrying the scent of war. But inside the Feline Spire, there was only the sound of their breathing between two souls that had finally found their match in the dark.

But well, even though his mind was satisfied, his body was far from being satisfied. Slowly, the tension was reaching a high-pitched whine, a pressure so great the air itself seemed to crackle. Sol could feel her heart hammering against his ribs, a frantic, wild beat that was finally beginning to harmonize with the pulse of his own.