Chapter 20
Chapter 20
I woke up to his fingers brushing up and down my spine. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I pretended to sleep.My body was stretched and sore, naked underneath the sheets.
Meroveo made love to me multiple times during the night. It was a confusing seduction of dominance and gentleness. His appetite for my body was insatiable. I lost count of how many times I went limp from the euphoric orgasms he forced from my lips.
"I know you're awake," I could hear his raspy smile, his hand moving a strand of my hair.His masculine scent surrounded me.
" M orning," Iresponded, turning on my back, gripping the sheets close to my chin,embarrassed, burning with the shameful memories of the explicit ways he touched me, showing me how pleasure and pain mixed.
His hawk-like gaze caught my subtle movements."As much as I want to flip you over and teach you how to ride me, brujita," He pulled my hand to kiss the pulse on my wrist."There's a plane waiting to take us to Valencia after breakfast." He rose from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, not bothered by the fact that he was naked.
His muscles naturally flexed, and I noticed the old scars across his back, old wounds that didn't heal correctly.
"I used to get into a lot of fights." He looked back, answering my silent questions. "Join me," he gestured towards the bathroom.
"You can go first." I offered quickly, desperate to be away from him. He took something from me, something that was mine to give, and he stole it. I needed time to think and breathe through the shame and guilt I felt.
"It wasn't a suggestion, Dove." He half smiled in that scary, soft way before disappearing, the sound of water echoing softly in the room.
I unwillingly followed him.
"Come here," he commanded, with a quiet ruthlessness that I knew not to deny. I let the sheet fall to the ground, leaving me naked and vulnerable to his possessive gaze. The cascade of warm water hit my skin, and the swirling steam rose like a misty veil around us, blurring the lines of the intimate space, enveloping me with the heat, and heightening my senses.
His hand reached out, sliding over my shoulder, moving down, brushing against the butterflies in my stomach, traveling further down to my hips. Meroveo's wicked gaze was fixed on me, stroking up and down, invoking the disorienting blend of emotions. I was fighting the inexplicable pull of the slow curl of unwanted pleasure pulsing in my blood.
"Cálmate," he chuckled darkly. "I'm not going to take you now," slightly soothing my fears. He kissed my ear, pulling my body into his chest, his hardness poking insistently at my back."Wash me," he ordered huskily.
I turned to face him, not meeting his eyes as I lathered a cloth, hesitantly tracing over his skin. My fingers trembled slightly as they brushed over his muscles. I kept my head down, embarrassed by the quiet intimacy of it all.
He stopped me suddenly, holding both hands captive with a single fist."It's my turn,"his voice dark in my ear, his body closed in, pressing me firmly against the wall, blocking any escape. My heart raced between fear and the seductive thrill of something I couldn't name. "You have no idea what you've done to me, little witch." He rasped against the shell of my ear. His admission surprised me, sending an unwanted tingle down my spine. In that moment of naivety, I felt powerful.
He spread the rich lather on my chest, his rough fingers tracing the outlines of my breast, twisting my pebbled nipples. The sinful sensations pierced my core, and a deep ache began to throb as I found it harder and harder to breathe.I could feel myself slipping, losing myself in the sensations of his touch.
"Sweet Dove," he approved, kissing me, a whimper leaving my lip as his hand snaked down, opening me, the silk of my wetness mixing with the warm water. The punishing ache grew more profound, and my body naturally wanted to submit to his touch.
"No-please," I begged, trying to stop his hands, forcing myself awake from his seduction.
"You still think you have a choice," lifting my leg around his thigh, penetrating me with two thick fingers, opening me to his invasion, my slickness welcoming him.
He was cruelly gentle, whispering salacious words in my ear, coaxing the moans and pleas from my lips, kissing my neck, my nipple in his silk mouth, pleasing me until my thighs shook with the familiar throbbing pressure from his rough fingers to push me over the edge.
"Let go," he ordered. His guttural command, an incantation, my body obeying as I cried out. Holding onto him, riding the wave of sweet ecstasy crashing over my body.