Chapter 39 #2
The swirling vortex in his gaze told of his need to have me, the feral want in his expression filling me with a bravery I’d never fully felt while in a position such as this with any other.
His gaze was a worship upon my flesh, his hunger a need to which I was the only thing that might sate him.
I was the only thing in the world beneath his scrutiny, the only thing that mattered at all in the heat of his stare.
And I knew that I was looking at him in exactly the same way.
My eyes drank in the powerful build of his body, the cut of his muscles nothing short of sinful where they carved across his abs and then dipped over his hipbones to delve beneath his trousers.
His cock was a rigid outline against the thin material which was straining and threatening to burst beneath the stress of his want for me.
The size of it had my pulse racing, wetness pooling in my core, my flesh already desperate for more of the vicious delights I knew he was about to deliver to it.
“Stop stalling,” I panted, my hands roaming down my body, teasing at my aching nipples again while he took far too long in tugging my other boot free.
“Just enjoying the view,” he replied, his voice dark and wanting, his eyes pinned on my movements just as mine were pinned on his.
I cursed him and slid my hands down my body so that I could tug at the ties of my trousers, pushing a hand inside them the moment they were free and moaning loudly as my fingers dragged over my throbbing clit.
Then lower, a ragged exhale escaping me as I arched my spine and pushed my fingers inside my cunt, soaking them with my wetness and offering up a hint of the pleasure I was so aching for.
Hendrix growled in an utterly animalistic sound, falling too still, in a way that was all Fae and not human at all.
I met his gaze as I drove my fingers in deeper, a challenge bright in my eyes as I gave my body a taste of what it wanted, sighing loudly and arching my spine into the movement, though I knew I wouldn’t come close to satisfaction until it was him in my place.
“You should not have done that,” he warned and I gasped as he caught the ends of my trousers and tugged them so hard that I was yanked almost into his lap by the movement, my ass hitting his knees where they pressed to the floor.
My hand was still buried in my undergarments, my fingers driven deeper inside me by the jerk of motion. I whimpered beneath him before drawing them out and circling my clit with them instead, my wetness making the sensation all the better.
Hendrix caught my wrist and tugged my hand free, lifting it to his mouth and capturing those same fingers between his lips. He sucked on them hard, his tongue driving between them and licking firmly, his eyes on mine with nothing but promise in them.
I cursed, my heart fluttering like a butterfly’s wings in my chest at the warning in his gaze.
I tried to push up onto my elbows, reaching for him, wanting to touch him, explore his scars, paint the lines of his tattoos with my fingertips.
But in the same moment he released my fingers from his mouth and took hold of my hips, flipping me over so that my knees struck the wooden floorboards, my silver hair falling like a shroud around my face.
“Hendrix,” I begged, bracing on my forearms in anticipation of his cock, but in place of it he gripped the backs of my thighs and widened them before dropping his mouth to my core.
Hendrix gave me a kiss which was enough to break my world apart into so many shattered pieces that I knew it would never fit back together in the same way again.
I cried out as he buried his face against me, his tongue dragging over my clit before roaming backwards and sinking inside of me.
No one had ever done such a thing to me before but I knew with that single action that even if a hundred men had attempted it before him, none would have come close to doing what he did with that wicked mouth of his.
I fell forward, my chest striking the wood, hands grasping either side of me and fingernails biting into the floorboards as his grip held my ass up and he drove his tongue even deeper inside me.
The noises I made were worse than sinful, they were depraved, delighted and utterly immoral.
And if I died right there in that moment with my nipples grazing the rotting floorboards of a tower in the heart of the cursed forest and my cunt being devoured by a male known to be the worst Fae that had ever lived, then I would go willingly into death without a single regret.
Because I was tasting pleasure which surely wasn’t meant for the living, I was committing a sin which couldn’t possibly have deserved such bliss as its reward.
Hendrix groaned against my clit, lapping it hungrily while I fought to remember to breathe between the waves of ecstasy that were consuming me entirely.
He tilted my ass higher, sucking my clit between his lips and tugging.
I came with a cry which should have felled the tower around us, my elbows biting into the wooden floor as I arched back and threw my head to the sky in a veritable howl. My body was an explosion of pleasure, my head spinning, vision darkening but he hadn’t stopped.
“Hendrix,” I begged, my nails ripping into the wooden floorboards as I tried to haul myself out of his grasp because I couldn’t take any more. My body was wrung out, my breaths were ragged and choked in my throat and my body was humming with a bliss so pure I knew it couldn’t get better than this.
“Ferris,” he replied in a rough grow, his mouth still pressed to my clit, nothing but a warning to my name.
He released his hold on one of my thighs and for a moment I thought he would let me slump to the floor in a puddle, give me a second to breathe, to think, to-
I swore as he drove two fingers inside me and sucked my clit between his teeth in the same movement.
My body was already spent, my flesh nothing but an instrument which played to his tune no matter how certain I was that I couldn’t take any more of it.
And as he fucked me with his hand and kept my clit clasped in the cage of his teeth I came again, harder and rougher than before, my cry more of a scream, my cunt gripping his fingers tight as if caging them inside me.
But still he moved them, curling them and driving them deeper until the pleasure he was feasting on devoured me again.
Tears burned the corners of my eyes as I gave in to the intensity of his power over me, my body a willing prisoner to his delicious torture.
He withdrew his fingers, lapping at my wetness while pulling back and finally releasing his hold on my thigh so that I could slump fully to the floor beneath him.
Hendrix chuckled darkly as he rolled me onto my back and I lay there beneath him, utterly destroyed before he’d even begun to take his own pleasure.
“Give me… a moment,” I panted, making him laugh harder and the sound unlocked something deep within my soul, making it sing in the echoes of my climax. When had he last known a moment of happiness like this? When had he last felt the touch of another?
I wanted to ask but I could hardly make the thoughts fall into line in the wake of all he’d done to me and instead I watched as he stood and finally started to remove the rest of his clothes.
I fought back a curse as he removed his boots and socks first, still making me wait until finally, all too slowly, he unfastened his trousers and pushed them off too.
My mouth dried out as I took in the sight of his cock which sprung free with eager rigidity. If I’d thought it was big when appreciating its outline through his clothes then I’d known nothing of its truth.
A bead of moisture glistened at its tip, veins standing out along the heady length of his shaft and as he closed his fist around its girth and gave it a luxurious stroke, I almost begged him to let me take his place.
I whimpered as I watched him, knowing he was torturing me just as I’d done to him. My mouth watered as I drank in his movements and I couldn’t help but wonder what he might taste like if I took him to the back of my throat.
“Up,” Hendrix commanded and I was so deeply intoxicated in the spell of him that I didn’t even have a disparaging retort for the demand.
I forced my leaden limbs to obey, wondering if I could truly take any more of this decadent pleasure, while knowing I needed to feel the fullness of him inside me just as certainly as I needed air to breathe.
Hendrix gave me that fucking smirk as he pointed me towards a table which sat against the far wall, his eyes alight with that heavy restraint once more as he stared at the movements of my naked body.
He was going to break. And when he did I wasn’t wholly sure I’d survive it.
But there was no part of me that would even consider backing out now.
I obeyed him, knowing I’d live to regret it but unable to care about dominance or his alpha bullshit because if the look on his face was anything to go by then I would be nothing but rewarded for my compliance.
My ass hit the table and I gripped the edges of it as I pushed myself up to sit on it, my thighs pressed together and chest still heaving with exertion – though I was fairly certain all I’d done was fall prey to his possession.
He remained in place by the wall, his eyes devouring me as I lifted my gaze to meet his and I forced myself to raise my chin with a confidence I wasn’t certain I felt.
“Well?” I asked, tilting my head so my silver hair fell over my shoulder and concealed one breast from view. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Hendrix was on me in a heartbeat, his hands closing around my waist as he drove me further back onto the table, his lips colliding with mine as a rough and commanding growl slid between us.