Chapter 30 #2
The mattress dipped as I shifted down her body, my hands sliding under her thighs to spread her wider. The scent of her hit me like a punch to the gut—musky, sweet, intoxicating. My cock throbbed painfully, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about me. Not yet.
I pressed my mouth to her, my tongue dragging through her folds in one long, slow lick. She tasted even better than I imagined—warm, salty, addictive. Her hips jerked against my face, a broken gasp spilling from her lips.
"Fuck!"
I groaned against her; the vibration making her tremble. My fingers dug into her thighs, holding her still as I lapped at her, my tongue circling her clit before flicking over it. She was already sensitive, already close again, her body responding to me like she was made for this. Made for me.
"All over my face," I growled, pulling back just enough to speak. My voice was rough, barely recognizable. "Squirt all over my face. I want to hear you."
Her breath hitched, but I didn’t give her time to think. I dove back in, my tongue working her relentlessly, my lips sealing around her clit to suck hard. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rocking against my mouth as I fucked her with my tongue, deep and demanding.
"Oh God—oh God—" Her voice cracked, her thighs trembling around my head. I could feel her getting closer, her body coiling tight, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. My cock strained against my pants, aching to be inside her, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
Not when she was so close to falling apart for me.
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and her back arched off the bed. Her cries filled the room, raw and unfiltered, and I groaned against her, my free hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
"Louder," I demanded, my voice muffled against her. "Let me hear you, Belle."
She obeyed.
Her scream tore through the air as she came, her body shuddering, her release soaking my face, my tongue, my chin. I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. I lapped at her, drinking her in, my cock throbbing with the need to bury myself inside her.
The taste of her on my tongue was too much. My control snapped like overstretched elastic.
I ripped my mouth from her with a growl, my cock throbbing painfully. Couldn't wait anymore. Couldn't think straight with her flavor still burning through me, her breathless whimpers filling the room.
I surged up her body, my good hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. The other—fuck, my broken fingers protested—but I didn't care. Needed inside her. Needed to feel her around me, needed to own her in a way that went beyond skin and bone.
Her eyes flew open as I lined myself up, dark and dazed and so fucking beautiful it hurt. For one heartbeat, I saw the flash of uncertainty there—just a flicker, just enough to make my chest tighten.
Then I drove into her.
One brutal, claiming thrust.
She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. I bottomed out, buried to the hilt, my vision whiting out at the feel of her—tight, wet, perfect—clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.
"Fuck—" The word tore from my throat, raw and broken.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me in place. Her breath came in sharp gasps, her body adjusting to the stretch, the fullness. I gave her a second—just one—to breathe, to feel me inside her the way I felt her.
Then I kissed her. Hard. Hungry. My tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting myself on her lips, her teeth, her gasps. She kissed me back just as desperately, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair, her hips already starting to move beneath me.
I pulled back just enough to breathe against her mouth.
"Lick it off," I ordered, my voice a rough growl. "Lick your come off my face."
Her eyes widened. Darkened. A flush spread across her cheeks, but she didn't hesitate. Her tongue darted out, slow and deliberate, dragging along my jaw, my chin, my lips. Tasting herself on me. Tasting us.
A groan ripped from my chest, my hips jerking involuntarily. Fuck, that was—hot. Too hot. Too much. My cock twitched inside her, my balls drawing tight.
I started to move. Slow. Deep. Each thrust dragging against every sensitive inch of her, my eyes locked on her face. I needed to see her. Needed to watch her fall apart beneath me, needed to memorize every flicker of pleasure, every gasp, every time her lips parted on a broken moan.
"Look at me," I demanded, my voice rough. "I want to see you when you come."
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed, but she obeyed. I saw the moment it hit her—the realization that this wasn't just sex. That this was more. That I was watching her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Because she was.
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut.
Fuck.
I loved her.
I loved this stubborn, infuriating, beautiful woman who had walked back into my life when she could have stayed gone. Who had chosen me when she had every reason to run. Who was looking at me right now like I was her entire world.
The realization should have terrified me.
It didn't.
It felt right.
I thrust deeper, harder, my rhythm faltering for just a second as the truth settled into my bones. My forehead dropped to hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, Belle," I groaned, my voice breaking. "Fuck, I—"
Her fingers tightened in my hair, her body clenching around me. "Gideon—"
"I love you," I forced out, the words raw and ugly and the most honest thing I'd ever said. "Fuck, I love you."
Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched. For a second, I saw the shock there—the disbelief. Then her lips curved, just slightly, and something in her expression softened, warmed.
"Gideon—" she whispered, her voice trembling.
I kissed her before she could say anything else, my hips snapping forward, driving into her with a desperation that bordered on pain. She gasped into my mouth, her body tightening around me, her nails digging into my skin.
I didn't care if it hurt.
I didn't care about anything but her.
Her.
Mine.
I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, circling it in tight, demanding strokes. Her back arched, a broken cry spilling from her lips as her body clenched around me, her release crashing over her in waves.
I followed her over the edge with a groan, my cock pulsing inside her, my body shuddering with the force of it. I buried my face in her neck, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in every inch of my skin.
She wrapped her arms around me, her fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns down my back. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, her breath warm against my skin.
"I love you too," she murmured. "I love you too."
And for the first time in my life, I didn't feel like I had to let go.