Chapter 49 #2
It’s a punch to the gut, the raw honesty of it. There’s no guile in her, no manipulation. Just pure, unfiltered need. And it’s that need that finally breaks through the last of my resistance.
“You have me,” I say, closing the distance between us. Her breath hitches as my hands find her hips, thumbs tracing circles on her soft skin. “All of me, Lani. Always.”
Her eyes search mine, looking for any hint of hesitation, but she won’t find it. Not anymore. I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers, letting her feel the solidity of my decision. Her body relaxes into mine, a soft exhale escaping her lips.
“About time,” she whispers, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
I can’t help but smile back, the tension that’s been coiled tight within me finally releasing. It’s replaced by a different kind of tension, a heat that burns low in my gut, a hunger that I’ve been denying for too long.
Her hands come up to rest on my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, sending sparks of desire coursing through me.
I let my own hands explore, sliding up from her hips to her waist, her ribs, until my thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts.
Her breath catches as I circle her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch.
The scent of her slick is intoxicating, filling the air and making my mouth water.
I want to taste her, to feel her come undone on my tongue.
I trail kisses down her neck, lingering on the spot where I’ll sink my teeth and make her mine forever. She shivers, her hands gripping my shoulders as if to hold me in place. But I have other plans first.
Dropping to my knees, I look up at her, seeing the flush on her cheeks and the desire in her eyes. I can smell her arousal, see the gleam of her slick on her thighs. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“Spread your legs for me, Lani,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding. She complies without hesitation, her breath already coming in quick gasps. I lean in, inhaling deeply, letting her scent fill my lungs. It’s sweet and rich, a promise of home and forever. I can’t wait any longer to taste her.
My tongue traces a slow path up her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Her hands find their way to my hair, gripping tightly as I move closer to her centre. I can feel her heat, see the glistening evidence of her need. It’s all for me, and it’s intoxicating.
I take a long, slow lick, from her entrance up to her clit, and her body jolts like she’s been shocked. Her taste explodes in my mouth, sweet and tangy, and I’m instantly addicted. I need more. I need all of her.
My hands grip her hips, holding her steady as I set to work, licking and sucking and losing myself in every gasp and whimper.
Her body responds to each touch, each flick of my tongue, and I can feel her tension building, her breath growing more ragged.
I slide one finger inside her, then another, stroking her from within as my mouth focuses on her clit, drawing it out, making her wait for the release she’s craving.
Her hands tighten in my hair, her body trembling as she tries to pull me closer, to force me to give her what she needs.
But I resist, keeping my pace slow and steady, drawing out every moment of her pleasure.
Her frustration is palpable, her growls of need echoing through the room, but I don’t give in. Not yet.
I can feel her orgasm building, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers, and I know she’s close.
I look up, wanting to see her face when she comes undone.
Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, lost in the sensation.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, wild and free and utterly consumed by pleasure.
I curl my fingers inside her, pressing against that spot that makes her cry out, and I feel her tense and shatter.
Her orgasm crashes over her, her body pulsing around my fingers, her clit throbbing under my tongue.
She screams, a sound of pure release and ecstasy, and I ride the wave with her, drawing out every last shudder and gasp.
Her body slowly relaxes, her grip on my hair easing, and I gently withdraw my fingers, looking up at her with a smile. Her cheeks are flushed, her breath coming in soft pants, and there’s a sheen of sweat on her skin that makes her glow.
She looks down at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and a hunger that tells me she’s far from done. I stand up, my body aching with need, and pull her close, letting her feel the hard length of me against her.
“More,” she demands, her voice hoarse but insistent. “I need more.”
I smile, running my hands down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. Her arms loop around my neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.
I can feel her slick, hot and wet against my stomach, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust into her right then and there.
“Patience, love,” I murmur. “I need at least three more orgasms from you before you deserve my knot.”
I carry her deeper into the nest, which Sol fixed while she was showering and we were talking, laying her down gently, her body still wrapped around mine.
I can feel her heart racing, her breath hot on my neck, and it sends a thrill through me.
I want to draw this out, to make her beg for it, but my own need is growing too strong to ignore.
I pull back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. They’re dark with desire, her pupils blown wide, and it’s all I can do not to give in right then. But I want to hear her say it again, want to know that she’s as lost in this as I am.
“Tell me what you want, Lani,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “Tell me what you need.”
Her lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them, and I can’t help but lean in, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss.
She tastes like every sweet and sinful thing I’ve ever craved.
Her body arches against mine, her breasts pressing against my chest, and I can feel her nipples hardening, begging for my touch.
I trail kisses down her neck, lingering on her collarbone, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips.
“I need you,” she gasps, her voice a husky whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. “I need your knot, your mark. I need you to make me yours.”
Her words send a surge of primal possessiveness through me. I growl low in my throat, my hands gripping her hips tightly, ready to give her exactly what she’s asking for. But first, I need to see her come undone again, to feel her body shake with pleasure beneath me.
Three more orgasms. Three more, I silently promise myself, and then you can make her yours forever.
There’s no rule that says I can’t fuck her through those other orgasms, and so I move down her body, my lips finding her breasts, sucking and nipping at her hard.
Her back arches as I take the other nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardened peak.
Her hands grasp at my shoulders, nails digging in with a pleasant sting that only serves to heighten my arousal.
I lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between them, sucking and biting just hard enough to make her gasp and writhe beneath me.
The smell of her slick is growing stronger, the scent filling the nest and driving me wild.
I trail a hand down her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver under my touch, until I reach the hot, wet centre of her.
She moans as I slip a finger inside her, then another, stroking her slowly while my thumb circles her clit.
Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more friction, more pressure.
I oblige, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out.
Her body tenses and I can feel her second orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around my fingers.
I lean down, taking her nipple between my teeth and biting down gently, giving her that edge of pain that I know she craves.
Her body responds immediately, her hips jerking upward as she comes hard around my fingers, her cry of release, music to my ears.
I don’t give her time to recover, moving down her body, my mouth finding her clit once more as I continue to stroke her from within.
Her body is sensitive, her every nerve ending alight with pleasure, and it doesn’t take long before she’s trembling beneath me again, her third orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
I lap at her, drawing out every last shudder, every gasp, until she’s limp and breathless beneath me.
But I’m not done yet. I need one more. I need to feel her clench around my cock, to have her come apart with my body inside hers, to lose myself in her heat and be remade by the rhythm of our joining.
The thought of it sears through me, primal and consuming, chasing out every last vestige of doubt.
I want to ruin her for anyone else. I want to fill her, mark her, and make sure that nothing will ever satisfy her again unless it’s me.
She’s still trembling, her breath hitching with the aftershocks of her last orgasm, but I know there’s more in her.
There’s always more. I let my lips travel up her body, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her skin, the desperate need that pulses from every inch of her.
Lani’s thighs are slick and open, inviting me in, begging for what only I can give.
I line myself up at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing, and I pause there, savouring the moment.
The heat of her is almost unbearable, the want in her eyes almost enough to send me over the edge.
But I hold back. I want to remember every second of this, every sound she makes, every shiver and gasp and cry.