Chapter 27 #3
Braum’s hands slide up and down the top of my thighs, and he shivers again, as if to him the touch is both exhilarating and painful.
Then, he leans forward and kisses the inside of my knee.
Before I can let out a gasp, he repeats the motion, moving slowly toward the junction between my legs.
As he does, his hands slide up and down the outside of my legs in a slow, soothing motion.
With each one, I wait for pain, as if at any moment he’ll switch from a sweet kiss to a sharp bite.
My breath catches as his hits my center.
Just when I think he’s going to kiss me right there, Braum turns his head to kiss the inside of my other knee.
Halfway up this leg, I can feel the muscles in my back, stomach, and shoulders beginning to unwind.
This time when he reaches my center, he presses a kiss against my clit.
“ Oh !”
His lips are replaced by his hot, wet tongue that slides over my clit and through my folds.
“brAUM!” I nearly jump out of my skin at the exquisite yet alien touch. If his hands weren’t gripping my thighs at that moment, I’m sure I would’ve actually levitated right off the couch.
He repeats the kiss to my clit and tongue swiping through my center; both are agonizingly slow, sensual, and fucking hot.
Hot? Where the hell did that thought come from?
I should be hating this. Braum’s mouth, his touch, his entire presence should disgust me.
He just tried to strangle me, for Pete’s sake.
Yet… as his tongue circles my clit and his lips lock around it and sucks, I find I’m anything but.
I choke on a breathy moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that what he’s doing feels good.
With a ragged gasp, Braum jerks his head back. His eyes are wild again as they meet mine but darker than before, as if his hunger has grown bottomless.
“What?” I whisper when his mouth drops open and he gapes. “What is it?”
“Everly, I can hear The Universe loud and clear! Better than ever before.”
There’s no time to wrap my head around this or reply.
Braum rocks forward, and his head returns between my legs.
My cry of surprise is cut off as his tongue slides through me with purpose.
My head rocks over the back cushion, and I cry out as the warmth, wetness, and diligence of Braum’s tongue works up an impossible heat beneath my skin.
It’s scorching, uncomfortable, and oh so wonderful.
I fight it.
Really, I do. I don’t want this from Braum of all people. My fisted hands at my sides ball up tighter, and I glare up at the ceiling like all of this is its fault.
“Everly,” Braum groans between my legs as unwanted pleasure begins to build. “An angel’s song would pale in comparison to what I’m hearing between your legs. You are more than divine; you’re a devastatingly inevitable cosmic collision of perfection and grace. I wish you could hear this.”
With that, he returns—renewing his efforts to force me over an edge I don’t want to fall from.
Shut up . If I had any gall, I’d say it out loud. But I don’t. Instead, I keep it bottled up with the moans and pants that are trying desperately to claw their way free from my throat.
The battle to keep the pleasure from overwhelming me is a losing one.
Braum’s determination to see me crumble under his tongue is too much for me to handle.
With a whimper, my orgasm rips through me like a shooting star, brightening the darkness behind my eyelids.
Goosebumps rise and race down my arms, and my nipples pebble.
As I shudder and quake as quietly as I can, my traitorous hips tilt upward, chasing the sensation Braum’s spurred on, desperate for more.
It's only when I try to scoot back, away from his mouth as things become overly sensitive, that Braum’s tongue stops its assault on my pussy. The moment he pulls away, my eyes fly open as I brace myself for the inevitable.
He rises swiftly to his feet. As he peers down at me I can see the wild, frantic desperation is back in full force.
“Braum…?”
He’s on top of me at once. I twist before his weight comes down on me, just enough so we’re lying lengthwise along the couch.
“So… beautiful,” he murmurs, his eyes sliding over me.
I stiffen as Braum guides his hips forward so the tip of his cock is pressed against my entrance.
“No, no, you can’t tense up,” Braum says quickly, an urgency twisting his words. “Relax, Everly.”
My bottom lip trembles as I realize this is actually going to happen.
This is not how I saw my virginity being taken.
When I was younger, I pictured Maverick being the one to take it.
We’d be in one of our beds, some soft music playing as we talked and hung out.
A heated, suspended moment in time would occur and then…
then everything would happen naturally. It was a childish fantasy.
Maverick didn’t see me in that light. After I thought he died, I just hoped I would find someone who loved me for me and I could love in return.
Braum’s hips surge forward, and the tip of his dick enters me. I choke on a cry as my body both stretches and attempts to push him out.
“ God-fucking-damnit! ” Braum says on a gasp, stilling. “Even with prep, you’re too fucking tight. You have to fucking relax or I can’t promise it won’t hurt.”
Because stopping certainly isn’t an option—that's what he’s not saying.
We’re too far gone for that. But Braum’s being surprisingly patient, pausing to let me acclimate to his intrusion.
He’s not exactly forcing himself inside me, though I can tell by the strain on his face, the rigid way he holds himself, and the way sweat breaks out on his brow, it’s painful to hold back.
“I can’t relax,” I whimper. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.”
“Oh, I will. You and I were made for one another. This was destined,” he promises. He sucks in a deep breath and rolls his shoulders before he adds, “Open your mouth.”
My eyes fly open, not sure what to expect. His index and middle finger hovering in front of me is not it. Not sure why and too scared to speak to the man above me with a stubborn intensity in his gaze, I reluctantly part my lips for him. His fingers slide in, and instantly my mouth waters.
“Good, now suck them. Get my fingers nice and wet,” he directs.
Closing my lips around his fingers, I do as I’m told. I swirl my tongue around him, allowing my saliva to gather around and soak his fingers. Braum watches me. And because my eyes are trained on him, I notice the crazed glint in his dark eyes begin to recede.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. He pumps his fingers in shallow thrusts deeper into my mouth. “Just like that, Everly. You’re doing good.”
When I’ve gotten his fingers good and wet, he removes them and reaches between us. When my warm saliva and his fingers press against my clit, I’m not prepared. I gasp and my hips jerk, accidentally forcing Braum to sink another inch inside me.
We both hiss in unison.
“Braum—” I choke out.
He shushes me as he stills once more. All except for those fingers that begin rubbing my clit in a wide, slow circle. “I got you, Everly. Just… breathe for me. Can you do that?”
With a shallow nod, I suck in a deep breath through my nose and let it out through my mouth.
I repeat the slow breathing a few times.
All the while, Braum toys with my clit. A shiver runs down my spine as small sparks of desire are kindled to life.
What the hell? How is this possible? I don’t even like Braum, and yet I can’t seem to stop my body from responding to him.
To my surprise, Braum bends down to press his forehead against mine.
“There you go. You’re doing good, Everly,” he whispers. “I can feel your body accepting me.”
As if to prove it, he tilts his hips, so he sinks another inch deeper.
The motion is smoother than before. Rather than try to push him out, my body opens up.
The stretching is uncomfortable, but as he rolls my clit, gently pinches it, and creates those wide circles, I find that discomfort slowly ebbing away.
How the hell am I finding pleasure in this moment? Braum is fucking me because he’s deranged. He thinks the voices in his head are inside me. There’s nothing romantic or special about this. Yet…
“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, Everly. I knew it would be exquisite once we came together, but this is beyond anything I could imagine.” Braum groans with pleasure, his head dropping onto my collarbone. “A perfect fit.”
“Braum…” I whimper, needing him to stop talking. His words are kind, beautiful even. I don’t want to melt into the moment like my body is aching to do.
A hard tremor rushes through him. He presses an unexpected kiss just beneath my collarbone then skims his lips across my chest to do the same on the other side. So softly I’m not sure I’m supposed to hear him, Braum whispers, “Come back to me… please.”
The heat in my veins begins to intensify, and my body accepts more of Braum as he drives in another inch, then another.
“Tell me,” I whimper, scared of my reaction to this intrusion.
Braum sucks in another deep breath, breathing with me as we both explore this moment. “Hm?”
“The Universe,” I gasp as he continues his slow descent into my body.
Pleasure is beginning to coil, and the strangest feeling of wanting to be full begins to make me feel restless.
My hips shift beneath Braum’s, anxious and impatient.
To distract myself from the growing mortification that I might be enjoying this, I ask, “You said you can hear it when you’re inside me.
Tell me what The Universe is saying now… Please .”
He hums again, thoughtfully this time.
“At first it was loud when I entered you,” he starts as his hips suddenly reverse direction. He pulls out, but I find out quickly it’s so he can sink deeper into me.