Chapter 13 Dahlia
DAHLIA
His asking for permission warms my heart, dissolving my insides into mush. He doesn’t have to ask, but it gives this intimate moment an even dreamier quality, sprinkled with magic, making me feel as if I’d slipped into a fairy realm. In this reality, I have all I’ve ever dreamed of.
A surge of happiness revs up my being. I feel alive, loved, coveted. Everything I have ever desired is in reach.
I cup his cheek, and his hard features soften—only for me. Melting the icy facade he presents to the world. But with me, he’s a volcano, brooding with intensity—all fire that heats me up.
“Always, Mika,” I murmur, overcome by emotions.
A smirk teases his gorgeous mouth, and he takes mine in a long, passionate kiss that only leaves me craving more. Not even everything would be enough to ease my bottomless ache for him.
He undresses me slowly, leaving me shaky and breathless. Anticipation overpowers me, making me think I will die if he doesn’t relieve me soon. But he takes his sweet time, increasing my desperation. So cruel.
His hand runs down my neck, palming my chest. My heart beats a wild rhythm—a stallion let loose chasing promised freedom. He brushes up and down my side, casting a spell of seduction on my dormant body, and it lights up under his exquisite touch.
“More.” My voice sounds all greedy, the need so potent.
“Who’s in charge?” he asks, voice hoarse.
“You.”
“Don’t forget it again, baby girl.”
How could I? But I am feverish, craving more—wanting everything at once. That he never stops, so the dream never ends.
I should savor this moment as he tries to make love to me, because afterward it’s going to be rough—like he is. I don’t care. My body is his to do with as he pleases.
While his touch creates a path of goose bumps, his mouth peppers kisses over my chest. My nipples harden, desperate for more of his ministrations.
His lips tug on my nipple, sucking gently before his teeth graze over the sensitive bud. Everything that transcends between us is filled with so much pleasure and a dash of pain.
I arch up, my mouth parting on a gasp. My hand catches in the hairs at his nape—to support myself as I slip further away in delirium, and he hasn’t even begun.
He’s going to ruin me in the best way.
He lavishes my breasts with attention. Kissing and nibbling my nipples, they harden, swelling with pleasure. It’s like he’s on a mission to madden me. Twisting the puckered peaks with his rough thumb and forefinger, he sends a jolt through my core. The experience is intense, yet not enough.
I clench my legs instinctively, needing his attention there as well.
“Please. Mika, please,” I breathe out as if calling on sweet relief.
“Is my girl aching to be filled?” He groans, sounding just as lost in the haze of lust.
“Yesss,” I moan, unabashedly wanton.
I can’t imagine anything more romantic than making love under the eternal sky. The night blows a chill, cooling my skin that feels hotter than the midday sun.
He lowers my body so sensually slowly as if he intentionally wants to prolong this moment, driving me wild with desire.
Settling himself between my legs, he spreads my thighs apart, inhaling my scent. Only a flimsy thong keeps him from seeing me completely naked. Pulling the lace straps down my legs, he discards the thong on the blanket.
A tremor vibrates through me as he blows a breath over my pussy. My fingers dig into the blanket. Anticipation only increases my lust.
The first lick has me throwing my head back, whimpering in my need for release. I am a jittery, needy, and wet mess.
Without warning, his hand connects with my pussy, and I gasp at the slap, snapping my head back to him.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.”
I have little experience, but I think there is nothing more erotic than your partner eating you out, his eyes aflame with hunger, feeling as much passion as he gives you.
It’s not that I don’t want to keep visual contact, but the pleasure threatens to overrule his command.
“I’m only going to be like this tonight, when I will let you come as you please.” The silent threat threads through his deep voice, sending a ripple through me.
He’s going to kill me.
How am I going to stop myself from controlling my release when he’s an expert at coaxing every bit of pleasure my body can conjure.
Between his hungry mouth and his skilled fingers, I am a goner—losing myself deeper in the land of pleasure.
“Come for me, baby girl.”
I obey on command. My body tenses, tightening into a band of ecstasy before snapping. My limbs tremble in the wake of an orgasm that shatters me.
“Fuuuck. Such a good girl letting me drink you up,” he groans as he continues lapping at my slit. “You taste divine.”
Panting, I fall on my back, staring at the night sky—mindless, boneless.
His mouth brings me back from that half-awake, half in a dream state before moving to my nipples.
Sucking leisurely, our eyes lock. There’s a gleam in his I can’t pinpoint as his hand travels south, cupping my pussy.
I hiss, sensitive after my orgasm.
“You’ll give me another one,” he says, pulling at my nipple with his teeth.
“I don’t know if I can,” I murmur at the same time he shoves two thick fingers inside my pussy. For a moment, I go blind.
A sound of delight ripples through his throat. “You’re still tight as fuck… but you’ll stretch for me.”
My mouth dries, and I lick my lips in response. It sounds more like he’ll make me stretch, anyway.
Eyes closed, he sucks on my nipples and fucks me with his fingers. It feels so good that I don’t even care if I die from too much pleasure. It’s addictive. The rush. The pleasure. The passion.
His thumb rubs my clit, applying pressure and circling it pointedly as he scissors his fingers inside of me, demanding every bit of pleasure. Like a master puppeteer, he knows exactly how to play my body.
An earthquake rolls through me, making me wonder if I can survive this intense experience.
In my desperation, my hand flies to his pants. Palming his cock in a plea to fuck me already or just needing to see the evidence I am affecting him just as much, it’s irrelevant.
His pupils dilate, the black swallowing the gray, the veins in his neck protruding. He’s unraveling just like I am.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll get my cock soon. Every thick inch,” he says, voice dripping with self-assuredness.
He has a way with words, making me an even hotter mess. As if I don’t know who’s in control, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him on his knees for me too—undone.
My stomach tightens, and my breathing becomes irregular. Erratic puffs of air coming out in shallow breaths. Looking up, even the stars appear brighter, as if matching my insides.
From deep within me, the orgasm unfolds. A high wave rocks me, causing me to shake uncontrollably. I bite into his shoulder, coming a second time, and drenching his fingers as he coos at me. I can’t control my body in the aftermath of the mind-body-blowing act.
“Such a good girl for me.” He sounds so pleased with me, and pride engulfs me.
Standing up, he towers over me—imposing with his body carved in marble. A god among mortals. My god. My man.
With tattoos spanning over his broad chest and powerful arms, his skin glistens under the moonlight, his muscles rippling with inhuman force.
His hands move to his pants, where he makes quick work of removing them.
He’s so big both in girth and length, the head peeks out of his boxer briefs.
His cock appears gigantic, making me doubt I can wrap my fingers around it.
I swallow hard. I know I took him several times then, but it was a mix of survival, fear, and lust that I couldn’t appreciate the view, unaware of his meaty shaft.
Now, it’s different. We’re different.
I get on my knees, desperate to touch him, thirsty for a taste of him too.
I place my palms on his muscular thighs and slip down the black boxer briefs, shrieking when his cock jumps out, hitting me in the face.
He chuckles as he cups my cheeks, rubbing gently. “My sweet girl.”
There’s a mix of melancholy and warmth gazing back at me.
“Love me like I’m your sweet girl. But fuck me like—” I gulp, not even knowing exactly what I ask.
His eyes darken at once, having no trouble deciphering my hidden plea. “My little slut and fuck doll?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, overcome by passion. Dazed for him. Drunk for him. Drugged by him.
Holding his eyes captive, I swirl my tongue over his slit before I drag my tongue up and down the thick vein of his shaft.
The hand at his side curls, his muscles pulling taut. It’s me eliciting such potent reactions from him, making me ecstatic to have such power over him. Sucking him off has my thighs clenching, fueling my desire even more. Pleasuring him pleases me. What a heady experience.
He wraps a fist in my hair, tugging my head back to look me dead in the eye. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”
I grin, loving the spark of jealousy. “I watched some porn, read stuff.” Just to show him, I spit in my hand and grip the base of his cock.
A groan rumbles in his throat, and he throws his head back. “Jesus Christ, this feels so fucking good.”
Pumped, I don’t let loose as I suck the tip and jerk him off. I doubt I can take even half of him in my mouth, but I try, swallowing more of him.
“Fucking hell, you don’t have a gag reflex. I’m so screwed,” he grits out, his knees buckling as I continue stimulating his cock with my mouth, tongue, and hand.
Yes, I’ll bring him to his knees one inch at a time.
Emboldened, I take him further down my throat until my lips kiss his groin, my esophagus screaming of abuse. My vision blurs with tears, barely breathing through my nose as his cock assaults my tight throat.
He holds me there with his hand fisted in my hair, his body rocking with a violent current.
“I’m coming down your throat. One more moment. Can you do that, baby girl?” He sounds lost in his own pleasure, stiffening above me to the point he might break apart—because of me.