Chapter 14 #3
Two fingers slide into me, the stretch slow, designed to make me feel every inch of him.
He spits on my clit before his mouth finally descends, his tongue flicking out to tease it in tandem with his thrusting fingers.
But as suddenly as he started, he stops, his mouth leaving me.
My body clenches around the emptiness as he withdraws his fingers, the wet pad of one tracing a slow circle on the inside of my thigh.
My hips lift toward him once more, a silent plea he ignores. I whimper, frustration bubbling up, tangled with need.
“Please, Koen,” I whisper, not just because I need him but because I know he needs this too. Needs to hear me beg for him, needs to know I want this as much as he does. “I was good,” I press, my voice barely more than a breath. “I said it.”
“Shh,” he soothes, his thumb stroking a slow line up my thigh, barely skimming where I need him most. “We’re not done yet. Tell me how smart and capable you are.”
My head swims, a fog thickening around my thoughts. I can’t think, can barely speak. My body is a taut wire, straining, desperate for his mouth to finally give me the relief I need. But I know he won’t move until I give him what he’s asking for.
I try to focus. Try to find words.
“I’m smart,” I parrot, the word tumbling out clumsily as if my brain is no longer connected to my mouth.
So much for being smart.
His lips curve against my skin, and I swear I feel it everywhere. Then his tongue flicks upward, a tease along my slit, and my hips jerk involuntarily as my fingers fly to his hair, gripping the silky strands.
“And what, precious?” His voice is a low vibration against my core. “Finish your sentence.”
I shudder. “Smart and capable.”
“That’s right,” he purrs, his praise molten, dripping over me, seeping into every crack of my soul.
Then, finally—finally—he leans in and licks me for real, his tongue dragging up my slit. The sensation is blinding, a bolt of pleasure that splinters my thoughts into fragments, and a ragged moan rips from my chest.
He groans against me, the vibration sending another wave of heat coiling through me, and I swear I feel him smirk against my skin again—like he knew exactly what this would do to me. Like he loves wrecking me.
“That’s it,” he murmurs between licks as his tongue swirls around my clit, teasing, then retreats to glide through my slit, collecting every bit of my wetness. “So fucking good for me.”
My legs tremble as he laps at me, his mouth alternating between gentle flicks and deep, luxurious strokes that leave me gasping. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, anchoring me to the earth as I feel myself floating.
“You taste so sweet.” He sucks my clit, the pressure sending sparks through my limbs as my fingers tighten in his hair.
“F-fuck, Koen.” A strangled sound slips from me, broken and needy, and fuck, he loves it because he hums against me, the vibration sending another jolt of heat spiraling through me.
“You’re everything, Novalee.” He speaks it like a vow, like something etched into his very being. “Smart. Capable. Precious.” Each word is punctuated by a flick of his tongue, a glide, a pull.
The tension coils tighter, so tight I feel like I might break apart entirely.
“Let go,” he whispers against me, his breath a rush of heat. A command. A promise. A plea. “You’re safe. You’re worthy. Let me give you this.”
His fingers slide inside me again, curling just right, his mouth working my clit in tandem. The coil snaps, pleasure detonating through me in waves so intense I forget how to breathe.
I don’t even realize I’m moaning his name until I hear it, hear the way it tumbles from my lips like a prayer.
He guides me through it, his fingers easing me down until I’m nothing but a trembling mess beneath him. My chest heaves, and I’m glowing with sweat.
His mouth leaves a kiss against my thigh, right over the bruise he left.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my skin as he kisses his way up my body. Something in my chest clenches—sharp and terrifying and so fucking real. “And you’re worthy of every fucking thing I have to give. Do you believe me?”
This time, I don’t hesitate. “I do.”
I need him. I need this.
“Please, Koen.”
His nose brushes against mine, his lips hovering just out of reach, teasing me. But I don’t just want the tease—I want everything.
“What do you need from me? Use your words, precious.”
God, he’s insufferable. Infuriating.
And I want him so fucking bad.
“I need you to fuck me.”
A growl rumbles from his chest, his restraint splintering at the edges.
His fingers fly to his shirt as he stands, stripping it off in one fluid motion. The lines of his chest and abdomen flex as he shoves down his jeans and briefs, kicking them aside.
Fuck.
He’s hard, his cock jutting up between us, flushed and thick, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip.
The sight of him bare before me makes me feel empty. Needy. Like I won’t be whole until he’s inside me.
When I look up, his eyes pin me in place, but his touch is a whisper of control. His hand glides into my hair, his fingers threading through the strands, a gentle but possessive hold that makes my scalp tingle.
“Look at you.” His grip tightens just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my throat and making me feel vulnerable and owned. “Fucking perfect.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, claiming me in a kiss that’s all heat and desperation. His lips are demanding, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I taste myself on him—salt, sweetness, and the tang of desire.
So fucking hot.
A moan escapes me, my body melting under the intoxicating blend of his dominance and my own need. He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip, tugging just enough that a sweet kind of pain blooms.
I gasp against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, into the warmth of his skin, like I need to hold onto something solid before I lose myself completely.
He pulls back, and my lungs drag in air as if I’ve been drowning in him, like he’s the only thing keeping me alive.
Without a word, his hands move to my waist, gripping me firmly.
The way he handles me isn’t rough, but it’s commanding, guiding me.
He knows exactly where and how he wants me, as though I was made to fit beneath his hands.
In one smooth motion, he lifts me and guides me farther up the bed. It’s effortless. Like I weigh nothing to him. My back sinks into the plush mattress, the sheets cool against my overheated skin as he positions me.
A perfect contradiction. His movements are heavy with control, yet his touch is soft with something I can feel settling between my ribs. His thighs press against mine as he spreads me open, his gaze drinking me in, devouring me like I really am the most precious thing he’s ever held.
I should be nervous. But I’m not. Not with him.
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
The question should feel clinical, but from Koen, it doesn’t. He’s asking because he cares. Because he won’t take a single inch of me without making sure I want to give it.
“Sylus and I got tested. We’re both clean. And… I tied my tubes.”
“Of course you two did.” His lips twitch, the faintest smile breaking through the heat in his eyes before something more serious settles in.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years. Do you trust me?”
“I do.” The answer comes out without hesitation. Without doubt.
His expression softens, but his hunger doesn’t waver. If anything, it deepens like my answer flipped a switch inside him.
The bed dips under his weight as he crawls over me, his body a cage of warmth and solid muscle.
His face hovers just inches above mine as his eyes lock onto me as if he can see right through to my soul.
“You’re mine, precious,” he whispers, every syllable dripping with conviction.
Not a question. Not a demand. A truth. A vow.
“And I’m going to remind you exactly how worthy you are. ”
The air shifts, the space between us vanishing as he kisses me again.
But this time, it’s not just heat.
It’s devotion.
It’s falling, fast and headfirst, into something I don’t want to run from anymore.
And I don’t want to escape.
Not from him.
Not from this.
But instead of pressing into me, instead of giving me what I know we both want, he grips my hips and—
In one swift motion, he rolls us over.
I gasp into his mouth as I land on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist, his cock pressing between us, hot and heavy and so fucking hard.
I know what he’s doing. He’s letting me take control. Letting me decide. Letting me own this moment as much as he does.
But it’s still his game.
And I’m more than happy to play.
“Fuck, Novalee,” he groans out, his head tipping back, his hands sliding over my thighs like he’s barely resisting the urge to grip harder. To pin me down instead.
His control is slipping. And I want to be the one to break it.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about when you pleaded for me to fuck you.
How I had to hold on to a thread not to push up into you.
” He thrusts up, his cock gliding along my wetness, teasing me.
The friction is enough to send a shockwave through my body.
Enough to have me chasing it. “I need you like that,” he breathes out, his voice rough with restraint. “I need you desperate for me.”
“I am,” I gasp, rocking my hips forward, dragging my pussy along his length, shuddering at the pressure of it against my clit.
It’s barely anything, barely enough, and yet—
I swear I might come from just this.
His hands slide up to grip my hips tighter. “Beg.”
It’s a sharp, demanding command.
And God, I love it.
I should tease him. Push back. But I’m already too far gone.
“Please,” I whimper.
“More words, precious,” he growls out. Low, wrecked. Like he needs to hear it just as much as I need to say it.