19. Amelie
Amelie
A beam of warm sunlight shone over my cheeks, my daily wake up call. My back was to Kiaran’s chest as he held me tight to him, one of his hands laid over my collarbone and the other was lazily feeling around my waist then over my stomach.
“Good morning,” I croaked, my voice still sleepy. The dream I had of us played in my mind, urging me to close the thread of space between us.
“Shh,” he whispered against my ear. Moving his hand lower while his arm locked me in place.
Pulling up my night dress to rest over my hip, he slid a finger through my slit and added pressure exactly where I needed him to.
I arched into him, feeling his length harden against me. Hungry to feel him inside of me, starving to bring my dreams to reality.
“So greedy.” He pressed a kiss to my neck and started to circle my sensitive nerves painstakingly slow.
“I dreamed of you last night,” I admitted.
“I know.”
My heart pounded .
“I was there, I saw everything.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” I felt him smile against my ear as he teased my entrance. “Touch yourself.”
His strong hand covered mine, guiding it between my legs. He pressed my fingers through the slit before bringing them back up my body. My fingers glistened as he held them in front of me.
“Do you see this?”
I nodded.
“This is want.”
He took my earlobe between his teeth, grazing it just enough to send a sizzle of energy down my spine.
His hand traced my body, running a featherlight finger down and back up my inner thigh.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he slid a finger in and started to press against that spot he’d found last night.
His thumb circled my clit and I was already climbing.
“Kiar–”
“And this is being wanted back.” He cut me off, gently covering my mouth with his free hand.
The control he had over me right now would’ve scared me if it were anyone else. When the guards covered my mouth it was to keep me from screaming for help. I moaned into his hand and decided he could take me however he wanted.
I was safe with him. If I screamed right now it would be out of sheer pleasure and nothing else.
He held me tight. I tilted my head to give him access to my neck.
“You had very dirty dreams about me last night.”
“Mh-hm,” I murmured against his hand.
“Tell me, do you want me to fill you like I did in the garden?”
“Mhhh.” The memory made me pulse around his fingers.
“Do you want to ride me like you did on the beach?”
I nodded. He added another finger, curling them slowly. I gripped his wrist tight, holding on to this feeling for dear life.
“Is this okay?” he whispered in my ear and pulled his hand back from my mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think?—”
I covered my mouth with his palm. My eyes pricked with tears as I trusted him not to hurt me.
My release was so fucking close. His words were sending me into a spiral more than his fingers, he saw everything and woke up needing me. I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed. I was so fucking turned on by how dominant he was right now. But most of all, I was safe .
I reached back, needing to feel him.
“Hey, pretty girl.” Kiaran turned my face just enough to look me in my eyes. His crystal blues were washed in the morning’s hazy sun. “There’s no rush. We can take it slow.”
“I’m ready,” I breathed, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth. I meant it too, I wanted it all with him.
“Are you sure? Because when I fuck you, Amelie, it will be better than your dreams. You will see the stars up close and never want to come back to Earth. But I’ll bring you back down here to me, just to fuck you again.”
That did it.
I dove clear over the edge trusting that he would catch me. I writhed in his strong arms, thankful that he could see what he does to me.
I wanted him.
Now .
I rode out every shake and tremble as he continued to work every last second out of my release.
He finally loosened his hold, and I rolled my body into his. Hunger danced in his eyes, matching the heat coursing in my own. Desire was raging through our veins.
I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Kiaran ran his fingers through his messy black curls as he watched me settle on him. My arousal dripping out of me onto his body. He wanted to stop me, I could see his hesitation in wanting me to want this.
I want this. I told him, mind to mind.
His chest rose and fell hard under my palms. I could feel the want, the need , radiating from him.
The whispers of our darkest desires were telling secrets to each other along the rainbow between us.
Finally, Kiaran grabbed my hips and put me where he wanted me.
He was letting me explore before completely taking me.
“Amelie…fuck.” He lifted his hips slightly, the pressure against my already sensitive nerves made me quiver. His lips parted as he watched. He wasn’t even inside of me yet and he was going crazy. It felt so unfamiliar to want this back.
I adjusted to grab his length and position it at my entrance.
“We don’t have to do this right now. I can wait,” he pleaded genuinely.
“I can’t.”
I started to press him into me, he was so big. Last night, I understood that much but feeling how I stretched around him now was enough to send me climbing again. Inch by inch, we went together into the abyss. He held on to my hips, guiding me down to fit all of him.
“Fuck. You’re so tight, baby.”
I dropped my head back, feeling him fill me.
When I found his hips and there was no more of him to go, I wasn’t sure what to do next. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, I didn’t want to move and ruin it.
“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. So fucking good,” he said in a whisper as he raised his hips again. My heart fluttered.
Pretty girl .
When he called me that last night I felt like a princess, completely at his will to do anything he wanted to get him to call me that again. He’s called me pretty girl since the night we met, but it was different now. Now I was his pretty girl. Now it wasn’t a playful name that I met with magic man.
“This feels so good,” I panted.
His big hands took my hips, moving me, teaching me. I folded over on his chest, the pressure too much and too good to bear. Pleasure spilled out of me. Every inch of my body was on fire for him.
Kiaran rolled his hips up and down, in perfect rhythm with how he was moving me, my legs trembled.
I laid on his chest and he started to work me harder.
His hips moving up and down. His arm wrapped around my back and the other moved to my ass.
He was so deep inside of me I felt it at the base of my stomach, another release rolling in like a strong wave begging to release its tension on the beach.
He paused only for a moment to flip me onto my back so he was on top.
“Eyes on me,” he commanded. I wrapped my arms around his neck and watched his crystal blue eyes burn through me. He was holding himself back and that just wouldn’t do.
“Make me see the stars.”
He came undone.
Kiaran thrusted his hips forward, driving himself deeper with each entry. He dropped his head to watch himself move in and out of me.
“Look at us, Amelie. Do you see how perfect you are? How I fit inside of you? I was fucking made for you.”
I couldn’t look. All I could see was that heaven sent the man above me.
A few damp curls hung in his face, I wanted to move them away just so I could see every inch of him.
He took care of me the way I’d always dreamed someone would.
He let me be in control but took dominance when I allowed it.
He was everything I’d always wanted and now I got to have all of him. For the first time, I wanted it.
He was closing in on his own release, his pace slowed and he braced his forearms on either side of my head. Pressing hungry kisses to my lips.
“More,” I panted.
He moved faster.
“No, I want to feel more.”
“Amelie…” he moaned.
I pushed him back and flipped on to my stomach.
This position was important to me. It was the one I’d been put in nearly every time by the guards. They’d taken everything from me then, but I was stealing it back. With a man I trusted to never take anything away from me again.
I climbed onto my knees and moved backwards to meet his length. Glancing back, I saw Kiaran staring at my ass with hesitancy.
“Please. Reclaim this. Claim me.”
Kiaran reluctantly grabbed my hips. “Amelie…”
“Please.” I bowed my head into the pillow, praying he wouldn’t reject me. Reject what I needed from him in this moment.
“Your body is yours. It always will be. This is you, claiming it back.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the lumbar of my back as he repositioned himself.
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. I chewed on my lip to keep from fully letting myself go right now. I’d never felt like I owned my body, that anything that was done with it was my choice.
Kiaran took care of me, worshiped me. He controlled my body, but that was my choice. My choice. I wanted him to do this to me and that was something I wasn’t sure I’d ever have.
He pulled back, straightening himself while using my hips for balance as he pressed into me again. I wept when my body let him in.
It had never done that before. It had always hurt so much. My body fought with every ounce to make it hard for them to rape me, but it only made it hurt worse .
He moved slowly. Pushing himself deeper with every stroke. I started to move with him, tears free falling as I regained ownership of my body.
“You look so fucking good,” he panted. “You’re doing so good.”
One hand left my hip, reaching around to circle the already sensitive nerves.
My release shattered me, I didn’t even feel it coming but it was there and Kiaran came with me.
He braced himself over my head, pressing kisses to my cheek.
“Are you okay?”
The pillow beneath me was soaked and I was terrified of showing him that I’d been crying.
He pulled himself out of me, scrambling to the side of the bed and dropping to his knees.