CHAPTER 21 #2
For a moment, a million thoughts raced in my mind. Here? Now? How? I wasn’t prepared for this. Whatever this was. Then again, I hadn’t been prepared for any of this. Jonathan, Everwick, the past, this present moment, an uncertain future.
Behind Jonathan, I could see Everwick below twinkling faintly and Vellamara Island directly across, veiled by mist and haloed by moonlight. Then I found myself just staring up at the night sky, so pristine and clear.
Fuck it, I thought, giving in.
And as soon as that thought left my head, we moved—urgent, wordless, and perfectly in sync. He stripped my boots and jeans off completely, the warm night air brushing the backs of my legs, my thighs, my ass. A shiver started but never finished.
Because in the next second, I was airborne.
For the briefest moment, all I saw was the night sky, deep and glittering above me before I felt the soft thud of my thighs landing across his shoulders, wrapped around his face.
“Jonathan,” I gasped out, nearly shrieking in surprise as I scrambled to hold on to him from this high up. His strength alone was a shocking thing, but it shouldn’t have been.
His hands found me instantly, one sliding up from the curve of my ass to steady me, the other going between my thighs, nudging them apart. Then his mouth followed, and I forgot how to breathe.
“Oh, gods,” I breathed, my eyelids falling shut. Jonathan licked and teased. A deep rumbling groan tore from him as he lapped at my clit, working it magnificently. His tongue, the deliberate strokes, and perfect rhythm were firm, decisive, and made my entire body buck and shudder.
Reflex overtook reason. My thighs clamped shut around him, an involuntary response to the overwhelming sensation from the talent of his tongue. But he just growled possessively and forcefully pried me back open.
He dove deeper and began fucking my pussy with his tongue.
My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his.
All I could do was surrender. All I could do to hang on was thread my fingers through his hair, but I was worried I’d pull too hard.
But every time he darted his tongue across my clit and rammed in and out of my pussy mercilessly, I couldn’t help myself—my hips jolted.
My thighs squeezed around him on instinct, and my hands gripped tighter, fisting his dark mane between my fingers.
But I knew he wouldn’t let me fall, so I gave in to him. Trusting him.
I could barely breathe. The sensation was too much. My voice caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob as I held on, trying to center myself against the tidal wave he was calling inside me.
I’d never been touched like this. Worshipped like this.
“I—I don’t know if I can take this…” The words trembled out, half-formed, lost in the whirlwind of sensation.
Jonathan didn’t stop. He only replied, “Come on my tongue.” His voice was a predator’s rasp, dark, primal, and dripping with need.
“Ohh…I—” My lips parted, but the words splintered. It spilled out of me without thought, more moan than answer.
And gods help me…I came.
The world narrowed. He pushed me past the brink. I crashed over a threshold, spiraling into something wild and unknown and arriving to a place I’d never knew existed.
My body broke open for him. And he took it all. His mouth didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.
He groaned like a beast fed, tongue lapping me up like I was the only thing that could ever satisfy him. Every tremor, every breathless aftershock—I felt him drink them down.
Like my pleasure belonged to him. Like he’d earned it. Claimed it.
And I let him…because I wanted him to.
My breath shuddered and my legs trembled while they were still draped over his shoulders. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then I let out a soft, stunned laugh. “Um, I wasn’t even expecting that,” I whispered, dazed. “Not like that.”
He only looked up at me with wild eyes, lips still wet with me. His hand slid up my thigh, possessive but gentle, grounding me.
“More?” he asked, voice lower now.
I didn’t speak. Just nodded, slow…and certain.
I needed to feel him. All of him.
In one powerful motion, he lifted and then lowered my body to the ground.
One moment I was high up in the air, framed by stars…
and in the next moment, I was rooted to the earth.
Jonathan came with me, kneeling, positioning me.
He tugged up my shirt, his eyes still glowing with a familiar wildness.
He didn’t bother with the clasp of my bra, only shoved the material down so that my breasts were exposed.
I gasped when he leaned down, when his lips closed around one of my nipples.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Just like that.”
He widened my thighs, lying down over me. I smelled the fragrance of the earth beneath me, the metallic scent of blood from his wound, the sweet smell of night blooming flowers drifting on the breeze. His lips rubbed over my other nipple, teasing.
Just before I felt the stretch of him inside me, our eyes locked—his gaze piercing straight through me as he sunk inside. We were synced…breath and body.
I gasped. He had only entered me a little. But the pressure, the heat—gods, it was too much and he was too big. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t slow my heart. Every inch of me trembled, not from fear but anticipation.
His grip on my hips was tight, trembling with restraint. I could feel it—how close he was to losing control. He was holding back for me, and that knowledge burned through me deeper than anything else.
Every inch of him was stretching me open…claiming all of the space inside me. He held me steady, gripping my ass firmly as I finally took all of him. All the way down to his base. It burned. It had been a long time for me, and Jonathan was much, much bigger than past boyfriends.
But Jonathan gave me time to adjust, pulling out and pumping in a few inches as he kissed my nipples.
A tease, really. He was letting me get used to the way he filled me.
And soon, I was squirming beneath him, little bits of rock and gravel from the path biting into my naked back…
but I didn’t care. I only wanted him. This was the only thing that mattered.
On his next thrust, he went so deep, sparks lighting up my vision, a moan tumbling from my throat.
“Ahh, you feel so fucking good, Red,” he growled, his head lifting from my breasts to take my lips. The kiss was hard, messy with the sudden demand of his thrusts, but perfect.
When he pulled back, our eyes met—his fierce and determined, mine wide with disbelief and awe.
Then he moved. The rhythm slow at first, then it grew bolder. More ravenous and free. Like he couldn’t stop, which was good because I didn’t want him to.
He thrust between my spread thighs with a relentless rhythm. I clung to his shoulders, to the sound of his breath against my skin, to the feel of him inside me as if he’d always belonged there.
And then something gave. In my body and soul.
A sudden, breathless rush tore through me…like the cracking of ice at the heart of a frozen lake. It was release. It was freedom. A dam bursting, a flood that spilled through me, wild and unstoppable.
The orgasm whipped through me so suddenly that there was no warning. I came on his cock. I gasped, half laughing, half crying, overcome by the intensity of it all.
I was undone. And yet, somehow, more whole than I’d ever been.
My chest rose and fell as I caught my breath, still trembling. “Oh my gods,” I whispered, dazed and spent.
Pulling back to look at him, I saw that Jonathan wasn’t even breathing hard. Not even close. Those deep blue eyes met mine, still wild and wanting. Then, a wolfish smile curved slowly at the corner of his mouth. “We’re not done.”
“We’re n—?” I started but never got the chance to finish. He pulled out of my body, and I nearly protested at the loss. Grabbing my hips, he flipped me around, pressing the flesh of my backside into the blunt pressure of his cock, skin hot against mine.