Chapter Twenty-One #2
Wilder’s body tensed and his mouth dropped open on a silent scream.
I didn’t give him a chance to accommodate me.
The rhythm I set was brutal, my hips pistoning savagely as I scraped my dick over his prostate over and over again.
He was a mess of whimpers and sobs, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes with the violence of it all.
His skin was marred with bruises, scratches and bloody fingerprints and he’d never looked more delicious. My own little canvas of pain.
“I wish you could feel how fucking tight you are. How fucking perfect.”
“I… can…” he gasped.
My hips stuttered. “What?”
“The tether… it’s still… in place.”
My mind froze for a moment, trying to recapture the feeling of being connected to Wilder.
He threw his hand back towards me. “Take my hand.”
I wrapped my fingers around his and instantly felt the connection click back into place. I felt everything.
His vulnerability, his desire and so many other things that came flooding through my mind all at once. “You feel all that?”
“Yes. Now move, kitten, or I swear to God I’m going to take your knife and slice you into pieces,” he said, his voice ragged.
I thrust back into him, continuously pulling all the way out before sinking all the way back in again.
With the tether in place, it was like being inside his head.
I was drowning in euphoria, in sensations and emotions I could never hope to feel and yet, there they were like a myriad of the brightest colours.
They glowed hot, burning through my veins and heightening the orgasm I could feel building at the base of my spine.
But it was the primal, possessive love shooting through the connection that had me tipping over the edge. I could feel it. I could feel the ferocious way he loved me and my chest filled with a warmth that was alien and beautiful and felt like home. It overwhelmed me.
Wilder was close, wound tighter than a spring and ready to explode.
His breaths were no more than sharp gasps and the sounds coming from him were moans that ended in whimpers.
I leant closer, resting against his back and brought my face next to his on the floor.
His gasps brushed my lips, and I swallowed each one down because they belonged to me. Everything about him belonged to me.
I came hard, staring into his bright violet eyes, my mind full of him. I lost my rhythm, focussing on the way my dick throbbed in his ass as I spilled deep inside him.
Then his eyes blew wide, his neck arched and his hips stuttered as a shocked gasp flew from his lips.
“Did you just…?”
He nodded lazily, his eyes glazing over in bliss. “Yep.”
Wilder looked pretty impressed with himself. He’d managed to come completely untouched.
Which was hot.
Really fucking hot.
I brushed his damp hair away from his forehead. “Come on. Shower then bed.”
His eyes drifted closed and a content little moan escaped his mouth. “I’ll shower tomorrow.”
I snorted as I watched him drift off into a deep sleep, loving that he looked all kinds of debauched again. I swept him up into my arms and carried him to the bed, tucking in behind him and covering us with the blanket.
The shower could wait.
Besides, I had every intention of fucking him in his sleep so a shower tomorrow would probably be a better idea.
I’d been staring at Wilder for the last hour.
He was deep in sleep and his chest rose slowly, blissfully unaware of the predator at his back.
I dragged the blanket down the curve of his hip, exposing his skin to my view.
He was covered in bruises, scratches and marks and the early morning light filtering through the window highlighted them all.
He was a work of art. A picture of every painful, carnal second that we shared, and I wanted to do it all over again.
My fingers trailed over his ribs, the curve of his hip and along the cut beneath his navel. I pushed down on it just a little to see his reaction. His brow dipped and his lips pinched, but he stayed fast asleep.
“Byron,” he murmured.
I wondered what he was dreaming about. The way his blood pounded when he ran from me? The brutal way I took him on the floor? Jeez, just thinking about how perfect he’d been and how savage he’d fought back, had my dick hard and dripping pre-cum.
I licked over the mark on his neck, a little disappointed that the bruise was fading but it was okay, because I could sink my teeth into him again. Hopefully, the more I did it, the more it would scar and become a permanent fixture on his skin.
Wilder moaned in his sleep as I pressed kisses over his shoulder and down his arm. His cock started to take notice, and I reached over to stroke it, loving how it hardened beneath my touch. Wilder gasped and whimpered as I fisted his cock, his hips rolling in little thrusts as he chased my touch.
I pulled my hand away, desperate to turn my attention to his hole. I trailed my fingers down his crease and circled him. It fluttered beneath my touch and Wilder pushed backwards. Fuck, he was so needy. Even when he was in a deep sleep, he was so desperate for me.
It made my chest ache and a warmth spread through me as I watched him rock against my fingers, his body demanding more.
I sank my middle finger inside him. He was still open and his hole was puffy around the edge from my earlier fucking.
I bet it was still sore, but I knew he wouldn’t care.
He’d revel in the way it stung, the pain heightening his pleasure.
I’d felt it through the tether. Felt the way his body had sung through the pain and I was still in awe of him.
Of what we’d experienced. I’d felt his orgasm, felt his joy and euphoria as if they were my own and my mind was still reeling from it. I wanted to do it all over again.
His hole sounded obscene as I sank a second finger inside him.
It was wet and sloppy, and I was aching to feel his hole clench around me again.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my fingers out and lined my cock up with his entrance.
His wet heat surrounded me as I pressed forward, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the sheer fucking bliss coursing through my system.
It was only when my hips nestled against the curve of his ass that he finally woke with a startled gasp.
“Byron?” He said, his voice thick with sleep and desperation.
“Hush now, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” My hips moved slowly, rocking deep inside him as he stirred from his sleep. I wanted to keep him on the edge of sleep, not quite awake but not quite asleep either.
I grabbed his leg and pulled it over my hip, opening him up so I could push deeper. It allowed my cock to drag across his prostate with every thrust, and his whimpers were like a goddamn symphony that soothed my fractured soul.
Wilder tried to move, but I pushed more of my weight onto him, holding him still.
“Don’t move.” I wanted him to let me take whatever I wanted from him.
His body relaxed beneath me, mirroring his deep sleep and a shot of adrenaline surged through me. I picked up my speed, chasing that sweet, blessed relief, whilst Wilder tried his hardest to remain still and silent but sharp little huffs of breath escaped his lips. As if he couldn’t hold back.
His body trembled beneath me and his hole clenched against my dick. He was close.
I slid my hand up his chest and wrapped my hand around the pretty column of his throat, squeezing tightly.
His head rolled backwards and his spine arched as his survival instincts started to kick in.
He fought for breath and his hand came to rest on top of mine.
I thought he’d claw at my hand to pull it away, but he just rested it there, as if he were joining me in his own demise.
His skin turned blotchy as the lack of oxygen started to sink in.
“Can you come for me, baby?” I said with my lips pressed to his ear. He nodded, and I smiled wide against the soft skin of his cheek. “Can you do it before you pass out?”
“Harder,” he managed to rasp out. “Fuck me harder.”
I groaned long and hard. This man was fucking perfect.
My hips pistoned faster, to the point where I physically couldn’t move any quicker.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder, rebranding him with that bite that excited me every time I saw it.
A roar rumbled from deep in my chest as my orgasm raced through me, as violent as a thunderstorm.
My hips stuttered, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop until Wilder found his own release.
His fingers slackened around my wrist just before his entire body went rigid and cum shot from his dick, completely untouched.
Fuck, that might be my new favourite thing to watch.
I released my grip on his throat, and he gulped a lungful of air, coughing and spluttering as he dragged oxygen into his body.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my thumb trailing the bite on his neck that was already starting to turn purple. Beautiful.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice a dry rasp.
He let out a contented little purr, and he relaxed into my hold, his fingers trailing along my forearms. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, but it was long enough for our cum to dry and turn uncomfortable.
“Come on.” I slapped his ass and jumped out of bed. “Shower time.”
He groaned and burrowed deeper into the covers. “Don’t wanna.”
I grabbed his ankle and pulled him to the end of the bed. He let out a little yelp, and it was completely adorable. I leant over him, caging him between my arms. “You’ll get in that shower now and, if you’re a good boy, I’ll suck you off while you get clean.”
I nipped and bit at the skin of his neck and he arched into my touch.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Keep doing that.”
“Uh-uh. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?” A little frown dipped between his brows and I flicked it with my finger. “What’s that for?”
“I never thought I’d let anyone call me a ‘good boy’, but when you say it, I want to roll over and preen for you. If anyone else did it, I think I’d punch them in the face.
I chuckled at his words. “Well, I won’t stop you if that’s what you want to do. And I’ve said it before, you’re more than welcome to punch me in the face, but I will retaliate by hunting you down and fucking you to within an inch of your life.”
He swiped his tongue up the length of my neck and nipped the edge of my jaw. “You do realise that’s not actually a deterrent, right?”
I hummed in amusement and a spark of amazement flickered somewhere deep inside me.
How was I lucky enough to have this man smiling up at me and wanting me?
It seemed like an impossible thing, and yet here he was.
All brown curls and violet eyes that were full of mischief and hope.
Wilder Rowan was all mine, and I’d never let him go.