8.
Belle
The moment Arcade’s lips touch mine, it’s like a spark igniting a fire inside me. His kiss is rough, desperate, and filled with a hunger that I’ve never experienced before. It takes my breath away, leaving me dizzy and clinging to him for support. His hands grip my shoulders firmly, but there’s a tenderness there too, as if he’s afraid he might break me.
It feels so good to be wanted, to be cherished by someone as raw and powerful as Arcade. His presence is overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I melt into him, my body responding to his in ways I didn’t know were possible. Every brush of his lips, every caress of his hands sends shivers down my spine. I can feel his need, his desire, and it makes me feel like I’m about to be immersed in him, lose myself inside of him.
The flicks of his tongue, bring out something desperate in me and I yield to him, wanting to give everything he demands.
If it weren’t for his strength, for his arms holding me, I would’ve fallen. I’ve never in my life been power-hungry but for the first time, I’m hungering for the power in him. I want its pulse, its strength. A ripple blows up between my legs, making me cry out in shock. Arcade’s lips curve, his eyes holding me captive. They blaze with passion, with the wildness of a man who can barely control himself anymore. We waited too long. And he watches me almost with pity as if I know will have to suffer the consequences. I swallow, apprehension and excitement flaring in me.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms and carries me towards his cot. The world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us and the heat between us. He lays me down, his body pressing against mine as he continues to kiss me, his lips exploring mine with a mix of urgency and reverence.
His kisses trail down my neck, and I gasp, arching into him. His touch is both rough and gentle, making me feel safe and desired all at once. My hands find their way into his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go of this moment.
His sheets are cold against my hot skin, and I feel as if I’m levitating. My body starts to buzz at the sound of his zipper popping and he looms over me, big and burly and barbaric like a man from another time. My eyes flicker to his shaft and I nearly burst into tears. How will my body ever adjust to his? But my doubts quickly disappear the moment he penetrates me and I gasp, clutching him. Moisture pools between my breasts when he covers them with his big hands.
But then, suddenly, a feeling of unease washes over me, and I cry out, my voice trembling. “Arcade, wait... I feel like we’re being watched.”
Pulling back slightly, his eyes search mine with single-minded focus of a man who can only think about claiming me right now. “I’ve already checked,” he rasps, his voice raw and husky. “We’re alone. I promise.”
He brushes a strand of hair from my face and leans in, kissing away my fears. His lips are soft and reassuring, and slowly, the panic starts to fade. “You’re safe with me,” he whispers against my skin, his words a balm to my frayed nerves.
And then he starts to move.
His thrusts become more aggressive, more deliberate, as if he’s trying to prove his words with every touch. I can feel the sincerity in his actions, the depth of his desire to own me. It’s intoxicating, and I find myself responding until I scream his name. At one moment I even think I scream that I love him.
Each thrust makes me lose my mind. He lets out curses and snarls, against my throat and his body trembles with agony and arousal. I arch, writhe and twist and then everything bursts and comes falling down again, his hot liquid soaking into me and I pant. Arcade goes rigid, his jaw squeezing before he shudders and before he falls beside me. Letting out a grunt he pulls me to him. I smile in the dark. I never knew I could need a man so much, but now I do.