CHAPTER 31 #2
“Oh, God.” Her hands dug into the sheets, and I moved my thumb hard against her clit before plunging two fingers deep inside her. I curled them upward, and her spine bowed off the mattress as a broken cry tore from her throat.
“Tell me what you need,” I bit out as I circled her clit with agonizing slowness. Her hips bucked desperately against my hand, seeking more pressure. “Say it, Blaire.”
I wanted to hear her say it. I needed it.
“You,” she gasped, and her eyes locked with mine.
“Not. Good. Enough.” I punctuated each word by dragging my fingers almost completely out of her slick heat before thrusting them back in and curling them against that spot that made her walls clench around me.
Her whole body stiffened, hips fighting for me, but I didn’t let up. Her words on the Ferris wheel had cracked something open in me, and now I was starving for all of her.
I needed to hear her voice break around the words, needed her to shed the last of her armor she held up between us. By dawn, I wanted her to know that the man who claimed her body tonight was a man who would worship at her altar for as long as she’d let him.
I’d tear myself open and bleed out every last drop of pride if that’s what it took for her to see the truth. Loving Blaire Monroe wasn’t some choice I made. It was branded into my bones before I knew what the hell love even was.
I would burn the world down just to keep her exactly as she is. Fierce and flawed and fucking perfect.
“Tell me exactly what you need, Blaire.” My breath rushed out, and my whole body burned to give in. But I wanted her as raw and exposed as I was. I felt like an addict who was on the brink of their high, and I chased it desperately.
She bit back a moan, and her back arched as she lifted her hips. Her hair fanned wildly across my bed as she shook her head, like if she didn’t say it out loud, she could keep some last scrap of dignity.
“Say it,” I rasped, slowing my hand, making her feel the loss, and I could see the battle of self-preservation versus her need in her eyes.
She made a strangled sound before she finally broke. “Please, Colt. I need you to fuck me. I need you to—” She moaned as I pressed down on her clit again, then eased up. “I need to feel you inside me. I need to know that you’re mine, please.”
The way she said mine knocked the fucking air out of my lungs. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t need it just as badly, that I didn’t ache to belong to her as much as I wanted her to belong to me.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” I dropped to my knees before her, and I spread her legs wide before I hauled her to the edge, her ass nearly slipping off the bed.
She squealed, the sound frantic, and I hooked my arms beneath her legs, spreading her open even farther with my hands digging into her inner thighs.
She was so completely at my mercy, and fuck if that wasn’t exactly where we both wanted her.
I bent and put my mouth on her, kissing her inner thigh first, dragging my lips over the smattering of freckles there, then biting down with enough pressure to make her cry out. I could feel the tremor run through her, a shiver of anticipation that made my cock throb.
But I made her wait. I licked a slow, agonizing line from her knee toward the heat between her legs, and I savored every inch, every gasp, every shudder. When I finally reached her pussy, I brushed my mouth over the soft, soaked skin, breathing her in.
She was perfect and pink and swollen with need, and the first swipe of my tongue made her hips buck so hard she nearly knocked me off her. I held her firmly, hands gripping her thighs tight, and I ran my tongue through her slowly.
I groaned at the taste of her arousal, and I couldn’t stop running my tongue over her flesh again and again, each time ending in a rough little flick over her clit. She sobbed, her hands grabbing my hair, yanking me closer, desperate for more.
“Oh fuck. Please, Colt.” Her pleading was a weapon, and it made me wild.
I pulled back, my breath hot against her slick skin, and looked up at her. Blaire watched me with her lips parted as she panted, the blush on her cheeks making her look so alive I wanted to tear the world apart to keep her like this.
“Beg me for it, baby,” I rasped, letting my mustache and scruff scratch at her inner thigh as I spoke. “Make me believe you’ll die without it.”
A whimper escaped her, high and so damn needy. “Please, I need you. I need this, Colt. Please don’t stop.” Her words tumbled out in a rush.
I rewarded her by plunging my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it slowly, then flicking up to circle her clit until she whimpered.
One of her hands braced herself on the mattress and the other tangled in my hair.
I could feel her getting closer, her whole body tightening, her legs squeezing around my neck.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, gently at first, then harder, teasing her until she was right on the edge. Then I stopped, long enough to make her sob, before I started all over again.
She thrashed on the bed, curses and broken pleas spilling from her lips, until finally she shattered against my mouth.
Her whole body went rigid, and her thighs clamped down so hard it was hard to breathe.
But I didn’t stop. I kept sucking and licking her through it, drawing out her orgasm until she was a mess of cries and shaking limbs.
When I finally pulled away, my mouth, chin, and mustache were slick with her, and I groaned as I crawled over her and brushed my lips against hers.
She tasted herself on my lips and moaned as she squirmed beneath me.
She let her thighs fall open around me, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer before she’d even caught her breath.
I’d never felt so alive as I did with her. The years apart, the ache of missing her, all of it collided into this reckless moment.
I knew what it was like to exist without her, and I knew I’d never survive the loss of her again.
I leaned back, lining myself up with her, and let the head of my cock brush against her soaked entrance before I dragged it through her wetness. “Look at you.”
I pressed my cock against her sensitive clit, and her breath rushed out of her as she reached for me.
“Fucking desperate for me.”
I gripped her hip hard enough to bruise, pinning her in place as she tried to writhe against me, and I watched my pre-cum mark her skin.
“I want to fill you up,” I rasped, and my fingers dug into her thigh, spreading her wider and exposing all of her to me.
The image of her with a swollen belly sent fire racing through my veins.
She would be just as she was with Ruby, tender and loving and mine.
We’d been skin to skin since that first night, but tonight felt different.
The way she’d let me see her wounds, shared parts of herself she usually kept hidden, it made me want to claim her in the most primal way possible.
“You’re going to take everything I give you,” I said and slapped her clit gently with the thick head of my cock. “Because you’re mine. Say it.”
She made this strangled keening sound, half frustration, half need, but she still held back.
She still wanted to be in control, even as I held her open and quivering and desperate.
I needed to see her break, needed to watch the moment she surrendered everything to me.
I needed the words, but more than that, I needed the truth behind them.
I pushed in a fraction, just enough for her to feel it, and then stopped. I held her there on the edge while I leaned over her, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Her breath hitched, and I wrapped my hand around her throat, my thumb finding her pulse.
“Tell me.”
I could feel her heartbeat in her throat, in her cunt, pulsing around the head of my cock even though I hadn’t given her more than the tip.
“I—” Her voice broke, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight it, but I wouldn’t let her retreat. I pulled her chin up, thumb digging into her jaw until her eyes opened again and locked on mine.
“I need to hear you say it,” I said, softer now, but edged with a desperation that could cut both of us wide open. “Because you are mine, Blaire. You’re the first thought in my head when I wake and the last before I dream. I have never stopped thinking about you. Not for a single goddamn day.”
She flinched like the force of my confession hit her somewhere nobody could see. Her mouth trembled, her bravado slipping, and I thought she might push me away. But she stared up at me with her chest rising and falling so fast I could feel her racing heart in the space between us.
“I’m yours.” The words ripped from her throat like she’d dug them out of a place she’d promised she’d never open again. “I’ve always been yours.”
The admission was a punch to the gut. It was pure and wild and so honest I wanted to fall on my knees and worship at her feet. Instead, I crashed my mouth down on hers, and I drank every broken sob like it was the only thing that could keep me alive.
Then I pushed all the way inside her, and the world narrowed to nothing but the feel of her.
She was wet and tight and holding on to me like she were afraid I’d disappear if she blinked.
Our bodies met in a slap of skin and heat and need, but the moment I bottomed out, it went past desperation and landed somewhere sacred.
She arched up to meet me, nails raking down my back, and she whimpered my name in a voice so raw I barely recognized it.
I set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward and dragging back, each thrust rougher and deeper than the last. She begged, she cursed, she pleaded, and I gave her everything she asked for. Because she’d finally given me the only thing I ever wanted.
I watched her face and her eyes never left mine, even when her whole body shook. She opened for me, surrendered to me, and I could see every ounce of fight and pride melting away, replaced by something softer and sweeter.
I leaned down, scraping my teeth over the shell of her ear, and whispered, “You’re the only thing I need. The only one I’ve ever wanted.”
She clung to me, legs locking around my waist, and I could feel how close she was. Her whole body went rigid beneath me, every muscle drawn taut, and I reached between us and found her clit, circling it in time with every thrust.
The combination made her cry out. “Don’t stop, please! Colt, don’t—” Her voice broke, but I swallowed the rest of her plea with my mouth.
I kissed her hard and fucked her harder. My control slipped with every second, and I could feel the edge coming for me, the pressure building white-hot in my gut.
“Come for me,” I demanded against her lips, and she shattered with my name in her mouth. She came hard, her body spasming around me, and I let go at the same moment, emptying myself into her with a groan that sounded more like a prayer.
I stayed inside her, refusing to let go, even as our bodies went limp and the sweat cooled on our skin. I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing her in and memorizing the way she felt with her arms still wrapped around my neck.
I held on to her like I’d feared I’d never find my way back to her again.
She blinked up at me with wet lashes and flushed cheeks. She smiled, small and shaky, and I wanted to say a thousand things. But I just kissed her, soft and slow, and hoped she understood everything I couldn’t put into words.
I pulled out of her and we lay tangled together with the sheets twisted around our legs, and my hands mapped every inch of her, relearning the shape of her ribs, the curve of her hip, the way her spine dipped right above her ass.
I couldn’t stop touching her. I didn’t want to.
I wanted her to feel me for days, wanted her to remember what it was like when nobody and nothing came between us.