Chapter 19 #3
I’m going to die. I can feel my orgasm building into something catastrophic with every micro-thrust. In the mirror, my eyes are hooded, and my tongue darts out to wet my suddenly too-dry lips.
All the moisture in my body has fled south where it drips down the inside of my thighs, adding to the wet noises of our lovemaking.
Then Dakari’s lips fall to my shoulder, and he sucks.
That tiny spark of stimulation was all I needed. I fly apart, orgasm ripping through my abdomen as my breasts flush with heat.
As if that’s what he was waiting for, he seats himself fully in one devastating thrust.
“Dakari!” I scream, pussy still clenching, fighting the invasion and drawing him deeper at the same time.
He chuckles, but it’s a breathless sound. His thrusts have gone from shallow and controlled to deep and powerful. “You didn’t think I was going to stop at one, did you?”
No. I should’ve realised as much. For him, half the pleasure of sex seems to be discovering how many times he can push me over the edge.
I’m not complaining. I don’t have the air to do so, even if I wanted to. My stomach is pressed into the dresser. The new pace, coupled with the stimulation directly over my G-spot, has my first orgasm rolling into the second, my head dropping under the force of it.
Fingers twine into the hair at the base of my skull, keeping me upright and staring at my face in the mirror.
“Play with your clit.”
I try to shake my head, but I can’t with his hand in my hair. “Too much.”
His thumb rubs at my nape, encouraging, soothing. “Do it for me.”
I can’t deny him anything. Shifting my weight so I’m braced against the wood with one arm, my right hand travels down, fingers strumming the neglected bud, occasionally brushing the slick heat of his shaft as he hammers into me.
I’m too sensitive, and the extra stimulation unravels me. My breath stutters, and my soul feels like it’s trying to escape my body. I keep the pressure light, but it doesn’t help.
This new pleasure has claws, and it shreds me from the inside out as it swells and swells like a great wave.
The cry that tears from me at my next climax is inhuman. My eyes meet his in the mirror. His relentless assault on my pussy becomes jerky, and then his cum bathes my insides.
When his head falls into the crook of my neck again, he kisses the spot, gentling me as I shiver and struggle to catch my breath. He eases out of me, pulls me away from the dresser, and kisses me properly.
His cum runs down my thighs, and before I can reach for my grimoire to clean it up, he’s there scooping the mess up on his fingers, brushing my clit in the process. My muscles spasm, protesting the threat of pleasure even as parts of me perk up, eager for more.
Then he lifts those fingers to my mouth, his expectation clear.
Despite myself, I can’t help the way my tongue darts out to clean them, tasting the two of us mixed together. Before I can swallow, he bends, tracing my lips with his tongue until they part to give him access.
That’s all it takes. His tongue twines with mine, sharing our combined cum.
It’s filthy.
It’s hot.
I’m drowning in him, still trembling with aftershocks, and my pussy is screaming that it’s time for round two, even though I’m certain my knees will give out if he lets me go.
He draws back, throat working as he swallows, and pins me with a knowing look. I can’t help the flush that rises to my cheeks. Something wordless passes between us, and my head falls to rest against his pec, listening to the steadying thrum of his heartbeat.
“Let’s get going,” he murmurs into my hair after a long minute. “After all, you didn’t want to be late.”
I sigh. “I’ve changed my mind. I’d rather stay here with you.”
He extricates himself from my embrace, grimoire already slipping free of his holster to cast a cleansing spell that removes the evidence from my inner thighs.
His silent, stubborn denial grows louder as he shimmies the skirt back into place, covering my ass.
The same hands that just wrecked me are careful as they tuck my hair back into place.
His eyes blaze. “You wanted to experience things,” he reminds me. “Besides, I can’t wait to unleash you on the others in this dress.”
The possessiveness in his voice makes me squirm. There’s no way to prove it, but I have the oddest feeling he’s talking about Leo.
He wants Leo to see me in this dress. And yes, it’s unlikely that the ó Rinn heir will ever know about what we just did, but I’ll still enter on Dakari’s arm, still dance with him.
I should scold him for rubbing his nose in it.
But the same petty, vengeful part of me that came loudly against Galileo’s door is still firmly in charge. He behaved abominably towards me and made me feel guilty for spending time with this wonderful man who adores me.
If Dakari is messing with him, I don’t care.
“I wish I could stay longer, but I’m swapping shifts with Pierce at midnight,” he adds. “But I’m sure Lambert and Jasper won’t leave your side.”
I sigh a little. He could’ve easily talked me into not going and enjoyed an evening alone with me. Instead, he’s escorting me to a date with four other men.
This man melts me.