Chapter 28 #2
“I’ll keep you safe,” I reassure her, and she nods in response. Her droopy eyes still shine with endless joy, love, and excitement.
My hands slide down her hips possessively, kneading her ass before I spank it. Whimpers of pleasure fill the air as I lick the side of her neck, leaving a wet trail to her jaw and following its curve to her earlobe.
Her life is in my hands, and I will protect her with everything I have.
It’s intoxicating to be responsible for the person I love most. I’m Death staring into the eye of danger, and she is the shelter I’ve always longed for.
Together, we’re a match made in hell. I recognize that look in her eyes— the hunger, the thrill, the fear it holds—boiling her blood and setting her soul free.
She is not the same Winona I knew, and I’m not the same person she knew. We’re dusk and dawn. We complete each other in every way possible. In every way necessary.
She needs me to push her to the edge, and I need her darkness.
Without a second thought or a warning, I spin her upside down. My arms are fastened around her to keep her tucked to me.
“Spit on it,” she orders as I’m about to feast on her.
I do what she says because I know the sound turns her on. It’s something we discovered the first time we slept together. I did it absentmindedly, and her heated expression was unforgettable. I knew it wouldn’t be the last.
“Thank you.”
Fuck.
Her lips wrap around my aching cock, slurping around it as much as she can while I’m eating her.
I want to fuck her even more and ruin her pretty pussy and that witty mouth when she’s being adorable to get what she wants.
Her strained moans are music to my ears.
I drag my tongue along her slit repeatedly, collecting her sweet arousal. I suck her pussy into my mouth, inhaling her into my lungs and clasping my teeth around her clit enough for it to bring her pleasure.
Not pain. I’m not into that.
My cock starts throbbing in her mouth, and I command her to pull away.
“Good girl,” I praise and lift her upright. “Are you okay?” I ask, checking that she feels well and isn’t dizzy or nauseous from the previous position.
“Yes,” she replies, her voice slightly hoarse.
I slip my head between her cuffed hands, placing them around my neck. Her legs straddle my hips as I line myself against her entrance. My eyes are still glued to hers, asking for a silent approval.
I don’t know why I’m asking again when she has given it to me a few times and has a safe word. I just need to know she wants this and approves it. Me.
I don’t want to hurt her. Even when she says she’s okay, she’s still processing everything, and I don’t want to interfere with her healing. I couldn’t keep my hands off her from the moment she gave me the green light, but that was selfish of me. I need to step back and let her digest everything.
She gives me a quick nod and presses her forehead against mine.
I learned how to pleasure a woman by paying attention to Winona’s body cues, listening to her moans as they echo after every little thing I do to her body, obeying her demands, and reading the books she spoke highly of.
I wasn’t experienced, but I wanted to please her as best as I could and explore my sexual desires with her.
“I want you.” A smoky, sensual sound leaves her.
My crooked grin meets hers.
“Look,” I say and drop my gaze down to watch my cock push its way into her tight, slick pussy.
Fuck…
Her warmth welcomes me in.
“We look perfect together,” she confesses. “You told me to stop thinking, and I need you to do the same. I need this, and you need this too. So please, fuck me, Reeve. Let us have this.”
I grab her jaw, letting my finger drag her bottom lip down, and release it with a popping sound. “I love it when you beg,” I say in a low, deep voice. My other hand is fastened around the small of her back, using the railings for support.
I pull my hips back and slam it deeper. She moans as my lips crush against her mouth. I taste each sound and commit it to memory, like when I entered her for the first time; she moaned hard against my kiss.
My cock drives in and out of her heavenly pussy. I squeeze her throat and groan loudly when she starts convulsing around my dick.
I just want to feel her… be with her.
Her pussy belongs to me.
I pick up my pace, thrusting harder.
Mine to ruin.
Winona shudders, and a beautiful moan like a prayer slips from her lips.
My home.
We curse together and lock eyes with each other when the orgasm starts building.
Our skins smack on and on. My abdomen flexes as the tight sensation intensifies, sending shock waves through my body.
“Fuck,” I growl into her ear, feeling her walls strangle my cock tightly in a way that has me seeing stars.
But I still look at her as she tosses her head back, her lips part, and a long, sensual moan is ripped out of her slender throat. She’s right there with me, on the cusp of a climax.
Her tense tremors are wiring my body.
Little tears cling to her eyelashes as her eyes open and close simultaneously.
I release my load deep inside her. So much cum flies out of me, mixing with hers as I watch the pleasure wash over her delicate face.
The hand that’s on her throat squeezes it a little more to give her the extra pleasure she needs.
I slow my thrusts, but keep hitting that spot that pushes her to the edge until she climaxes again, screaming my name.
Our breath catches as we take deep inhales. Satiated and on the fucking moon with how high we feel right now.
I remove my hand, and she tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. I lean in, biting down on her pulsing vein, sucking the delicate thing into my mouth.
“I’m taking you on a date tonight,” I announce.
“Really?” A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as a lingering blink hides her beautiful eyes.
“Yeah.”
“Where is that supposed date happening?”
“On the balcony,” I reply, subtly shifting my hips to let her feel our connection. She moans softly, and I grin in amusement. “I might take you for a walk in the forest if you’re a good girl.”
“You definitely don’t play fair,” she says in a breathy voice.
“The world isn’t fair, so why should I play fair?”
“Fair point.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s not a no,” she toys.
“You can’t help yourself.” I nuzzle her hair.
“The urge is stronger than me,” she giggles. “It can’t resist you.”
“Is that so?” I carry her trembling body inside and walk to the bathroom.
“You were born to make my life so much more complicated.” She quotes me from many years ago, back when we didn’t know what we know now. “And I’m so grateful for that. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
I left her, but she still came back to me.