Chapter 24
She managed to get up the stairs on her own but held that handrail like it was the only thing keeping her upright. She’s great for my ego.
When we reach the upstairs bedroom, I remove my glasses and place them on the nightstand. “I’ll help you relax before tomorrow.”
She huffs out a laugh. “Mission accomplished.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, she peels off her leggings, preparing to crawl under the covers. Not so fast.
I tear off my shirt and clear my throat, shaking my head when she begins to pull back the duvet. “Lie back, Chaos.”
She gapes at me, looking between me and the bed. “You were serious?”
“Lie. Back.” I won’t be satisfied until she’s limp in my arms. Her eyes stay on mine as she obeys, reclining in her little crop top and cute boy shorts, resting her arms above her, offering herself on a silver platter.
Jesus Christ.
I straddle her waist and shimmy the rest of her shirt up her body, tugging it over her head but leaving it around her elbows like a loose restraint.
“These fucking piercings,” I growl, my gaze fixed on her gorgeous tits.
My lips find hers, and I kiss her slowly, nipping and becoming more desperate as she makes those sweet noises.
The sounds that come from this woman could ruin me. So fucking sexy. After pressing one last kiss to her lips, I smile against her mouth, then move to her neck, kissing down her body.
“Are you wearing a T-shirt tomorrow?” I mutter against her skin.
“What?” She sighs. “Yeah, why?”
My teeth sink into her shoulder, and she yelps. “Logan!”
“I’ll keep them hidden,” I vow, though I want to brand her for every man to see. For now, I’ll be discreet, but there’s some primal part of me that needs to see the indent of my teeth on her skin.
“I’m the only one who gets to mark you like this,” I say.
I suck her pierced nipples into my mouth, feeling the metal bar press against my tongue before releasing, and I continue my path down her body, biting the soft flesh on her breasts and stomach, slowly burying my teeth in until I feel her twitch.
I take my time, slowing down rather than speeding up, building the anticipation and forcing her breaths to come quicker.
Moving lower, I hook my fingers in the sides of her underwear, slipping them off and returning to bite the exposed skin at her hip.
My palms cover her knees, pushing her thighs apart so I can lick the sensitive inner flesh.
She tenses as if preparing for another nip.
This time she rolls her hips when she feels the sharp sting of pain.
From between her legs, our gazes meet. Her green eyes are glazed with lust, her lips swollen from my kiss. Perhaps most beautiful of all are the red indentations in the shape of half moons that decorate her body from shoulder to thigh—tangible proof that she’s mine now.
My hungry stare takes in her slick pussy. “Fuck, look at you.”
With a feather touch, my tongue grazes over her clit, and she jerks at the sensation.
Kelly plants her heels into the bed, arching her back, I flatten my tongue and drag it over her again, slower this time.
I’ve waited years for this, wondering what she would taste like.
She doesn’t taste like strawberries or cotton candy, she tastes like mine—like the only woman I want to eat from now until they bury me in the earth.
A satisfied smirk tugs at my lips. Then I do what every starving man does, I devour the meal in front of me.
Each breathy moan fuels my frenzy. I lap up her arousal as I take my time torturing her. She lifts her hips, pressing herself against my mouth, and causing me to drive my hips into the soft mattress. I want her to suffocate me with her pleasure.
I slip two fingers in, curling them, feeling how close she is. Her body contracts as if she’s about to come. Too soon. When her legs begin to tremble, I pull away at the last second and bite her thigh. She jerks her hips and thrashes. “No, don’t stop. I was so close!”
“I know. Straddle me.” Grabbing the shirt that’s still wrapped around her elbows, I yank it off and toss it behind me.
Then I flip onto my back, sweeping a few of the pillows out of my way.
She crawls over me, straddling my hips and grinding against my cock.
It would be so fucking easy to yank my sweatpants down and fuck her stupid.
Instead, I shake my head. “No, Chaos. On my face.”
She furrows her brow. “What? I can’t.”
“Why?” I hiss, exasperated.
“I don’t know, I—”
I sit up, gripping her hips, then drag her up my body before she can argue.
She plants a hand on the headboard as I gently lie back, but this time with her pussy against my mouth.
As soon as I shove my tongue inside, her jaw drops, and she releases a whimper that has me wrapping my arms around her thighs and yanking her flush against my face. That’s what I’m fucking talking about.
I groan, humming against her flesh while I ravage her, until she tries to retreat. I refuse to allow that when I’ve waited this long. I nudge her to the side, giving me just enough room to turn and bite her on the inner thigh again—this time it’s disciplinary. She yelps at the sting.
“Did you just try to take my meal away before I was finished?”
She blinks down at me, panting. “What? I-I just—I didn’t—”
“Stop.” I cut her off. “When my head’s between your thighs, this pussy is mine. You sit still until I say otherwise. Is that understood?”
“Holy fuck,” she mumbles, staring at me in a haze.
I give her a gentle swat on the cheek, just enough to grab her attention. “Is that understood, Chaos?” I repeat.
Her breath catches. “Yes, sir.”
Those two words have my mouth curving into a smile, and I press a soothing kiss to the bite.
“Good girl. Don’t ever interrupt me when I’m eating.
” She’s soon going to learn just how feral and greedy I am when it comes to her.
Eventually, she’ll learn to love my danger. She’ll even mistake it for safety.
I lick her sensitive clit, and she tentatively rocks against me. My lips cover the bundle of nerves and suck. She startles with a jolt, but quickly corrects herself and stays in place. “Sorry, sorry, sorry . . .” she quickly utters.
Our eyes meet, and my hummed forgiveness vibrates against her pussy. Next time I won’t be as nice. A shiver rolls through her. Almost there . . .
“You do that so well—I’m close. I’m really close.”
I keep sucking, not changing a thing. Her legs tremble, telling me she’s right on the edge. My lips stay locked on her and the quake in her legs crescendos until she finds that edge of ecstasy . . . and leaps.
“Logan!” she shouts, and I tip her forward so she drips onto my tongue.
Her hand delves into my hair, holding her steady as she grinds against my mouth.
The way she continues muttering my name through her climax, so pathetic and needy, triggers something in me and I snap.
My cock twitches, and before I can stop it, I’m coming.
My hips jerk as I groan against her, swallowing her arousal as mine continues to pump out of me.
Fuck! I spear my tongue inside, feeling her pulse—then I lap up every trace of her before releasing her thighs.
When we’re finished, we both sit motionless, except for our heaving chests.
“Now I’m done,” I say.
She slides off me, flopping on her back like a rag doll.
I sit up, head swimming as my vision dots in the corners.
I crawl in front of her, spreading her legs, and kissing her cunt one last time.
As soon as I’m finished, I drag my bottom lip from between her thighs, higher and higher, over her skin until I reach her navel.
She looks down at me, her heart hammering against her chest. A slow smile creeps onto my face, and she mirrors it before dropping her head to the pillows.
“That was . . .” She pauses.
“Yeah.”
She’s made for me, the piece that makes everything shift into place.
I make my way up her body and press my lips to hers before drawing back just enough to take in her beautiful flushed cheeks.
She’s glowing. I did that. Her gaze settles on mine, soft and serene; we share a moment of silence that’s heavy with unspoken words.
It’s getting late.
After cleaning up, I fall on my side next to her and pull her body into mine. She hums when I brush her hair to the side and press a kiss to her bare shoulder. Her breaths turn steady within minutes, and I know she’s asleep. In my arms. Where she belongs.