33. Bianca
33
BIANCA
I lie sated in Rork’s arms, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. My entire body feels warm and tingly, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me. Although I’ve never had sex before, I can’t help but think that it’ll never get better than that.
He brought me to the highest of highs, such an exquisite feeling that it almost felt painful. But then, when he came after me, I felt nothing but satisfaction, knowing that even though I’m inexperienced, I was able to make him finish, too.
I run my hand down his arm, savoring the heat of his skin and the hard muscle beneath my fingertips. A deep, primal growl escapes him, sending a delicious shiver through my body. I smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride that I could elicit such a reaction from him.
“I never imagined it could feel like that,” I murmur, my voice still breathless.
He tightens his arms around me, pulling me even closer. “You were incredible, Bianca,” he says, his voice rough.
I look up at him, seeing the sincerity in those beautiful green eyes. My heart swells with emotion, a mixture of happiness and contentment that I’ve never felt before. I reach up and brush a strand of hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his skin. He turns his head to kiss my wrist.
“I’m glad it was with you,” I say softly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
He smiles, a rare and genuine smile that lights up his entire face and makes my heart hammer against my chest. “Well, that’s good because I’m never letting you go.” His voice is possessive but tender.
I snuggle closer to him, feeling a sense of security and belonging that’s new to me. Despite everything that’s happened, I can’t deny the connection I feel with him. It’s intense, undeniable, and something I never want to lose.
We lie there in silence for a while, our bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow. I trace patterns on his arm, enjoying the way his muscles twitch under my touch. Every now and then, a soft growl escapes him, a reminder of the primal need that still simmers beneath the surface.
That growl makes heat pool in my lower belly again, and I can’t believe I want him again so soon. Is this normal? The thought flits through my mind, but I throw caution to the wind. I kiss Rork’s neck, licking and nipping at his skin. He groans, a sound that sends shivers down my spine.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.
Even though part of me wants to shrink in on myself, thinking that he doesn’t want me, I boldly meet his gaze. “I’m kissing you. Can’t you figure that out?”
His eyes darken, a warning gleaming in their depths. “If you continue, I’m going to have my way with you again.”
A smirk tugs at my lips as I return to kissing his neck, nipping and soothing the sting with my tongue. I savor the way his hips roll in response. “Good,” I murmur against his skin, “that was the plan.”
Rork’s hand tightens around my waist, pulling me even closer. His breath hitches as I trail my lips down to his collarbone, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. The feel of his muscles tensing beneath my touch only spurs me on, and I let my hand wander over his chest, feeling the steady, powerful thump of his heart.
“Bianca,” he growls, his voice a mix of warning and need.
But I don’t stop. I don’t want to. I revel in the power I have over him, in the way I can make him lose control. My hands explore his body, feeling every ridge and dip of muscle. The more I touch, the more I want. I trail my fingers down to his abdomen, feeling his breath catch as I go lower.
“You’re playing with fire,” he warns again, his voice strained.
“I know,” I whisper, kissing his jawline, “and I love it.” My hand wraps around his hard dick.
His resolve snaps. With a swift, fluid motion, he rolls us over, pinning me beneath him. His eyes blaze with an intensity that takes my breath away. “You asked for it,” he murmurs before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
I arch against him, my body responding to his every touch. His hands roam over me, setting my skin on fire. The heat between us is almost unbearable, a blazing inferno that consumes everything in its path.
I lose myself in him all over again. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us in this moment. His touch, his kisses, his presence—everything about him overwhelms my senses, and I can’t get enough.
“ God, Bianca,” Rork groans before he carefully rolls off me. I look up at him, confused.
He kneels on the ground and yanks my legs so they’re dangling over his shoulders.
“Do you know how hard it is to do anything when all I think about is my face buried in your pussy?” he growls, and my insides turn to liquid at his words. The throbbing between my legs is unbearable.
“Please,” I whimper, squirming against the mattress, desperate for any type of friction.
Rork laughs huskily. “I love it when you beg.”
I’m nearly undone when he drags his tongue up my center. I moan at the same time he does, and he licks me again, lingering at the apex of my thighs, sucking and nipping at my clit before he begins again.
I don’t even know what I’m saying as I cry out, arching further onto his tongue, but Rork only laughs, denying me what I crave. He slowly licks me again before sliding two fingers inside me.
“You’re so fucking wet, Bianca,” he whispers.
God, fuck . It’s just too good. I moan as my hips arch against his hand, thrusting in time with his fingers. Rork’s breathing is uneven as he asks me, “How do you want it?”
How can he even expect me to answer him when he’s fingering me like this? “Hard,” I whimper, only focusing on the exquisite feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of me.
Rork chuckles, a low, sexy sound that makes my toes curl. “Good girl,” he purrs.
Then, his fingers are gone, and I whimper at the loss of sensation. The throbbing is unbearable, and I’m just about to do the damn job myself when his mouth is back on my pussy and I cry out, thrusting against his tongue.
But that wicked mouth of his is moving up, pressing kisses to my stomach, to my breasts, and then to my lips, where he crushes them in a searing kiss that has my heart thumping even harder than before.
“Rork,” I moan against his mouth as he straddles me, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. “Rork, please .”
He chuckles again, tweaking my nipples. “And what would you like me to do, Bianca?”
“Fuck me,” I whimper.
Rork’s tongue caresses the shell of my ear. “That was the answer I was hoping for.”
He slides his throbbing erection into me effortlessly. He fits perfectly.
Rork looks at me as he begins to thrust. He pushes hard and then slowly pulls back. Harder, and then gently pulls back, again. It’s exciting and frustrating at the same time. I moan into his ear.
His hands move up to my face, and he holds my head in his hands as he grinds in and out of me. My fingers begin to claw at his back as he increases his speed.
As we move together, I gaze up at Rork, my heart so full it aches. He’s gentle and attentive, but still so easily capable of overpowering me. He’s opening my eyes to a whole new world, a world I find I like a lot more than I could have imagined.
If this is why people get married, I can get behind it.
Rork releases my face and moves his hands to my breasts, gently massaging and squeezing them before clamping his mouth over a nipple and sucking eagerly.
The stimulation overpowers me, and I twitch beneath him, arching my back and gripping him against me.
“Yes, Rork, don’t stop!” I cry.
Rork increases his speed again, pounding enthusiastically as I moan and squirm. I never want him to stop.
“More, Rork. Harder!” I beg, and he happily obliges. The more I cry out, the more aggressive he becomes. Finally, his mouth moves up to my throat, and he bites me playfully, causing me to gasp.
“Yes, Rork!” I cry out breathlessly.
He pulls himself out of me abruptly.
“What are you doing? No, please don't stop,” I whimper, and he flashes a devilish grin, his glistening cock pressed against my aching center.
“You’re mine,” he whispers before entering me again.
Rork pushes harder and more profoundly than before, and I cannot control my screams of pleasure.
His skin slaps against mine as he grinds into me repeatedly. His fingers dig into my hips. I’ve never felt like this before. He brings me to new levels of ecstasy.
I feel my orgasm growing inside me, and Rork seems more excited the harder he pounds me.
“I'm going to come,” I whimper as I can no longer keep it inside. I cannot fight this one. It’s overtaking me. I am at its mercy.
With a shuddering gasp, we come apart in each other’s arms, tears mingling with sweat-slicked skin. Rork collapses onto my chest, and I tuck his head into the crook of my neck as my arms come up to hold him close.
We lie tangled together as our breathing slows, lost in the afterglow and the sheer miracle of being alive and together.
As the last waves of pleasure ebb away, I feel a bone-deep exhaustion settle over me. The adrenaline that has kept me going through the chaos and panic of the past twelve hours is finally deserting me, leaving me utterly drained.
Rork gently rolls us over until I’m nestled against his side, my head pillowed on his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear is the most soothing lullaby I’ve ever known.
“Sleep, Bianca,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing delicate patterns up and down my spine. “You've been through so much. Let me hold you.”
I burrow closer, savoring his warmth and solid strength. My limbs feel heavy, my eyelids drooping as if pulled down by invisible weights. I'm powerless to resist the siren song of slumber, not when I'm wrapped up in Rork’s arms, our bodies still intimately connected in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
It still feels surreal, like a half-remembered dream—rushing into the woods, the panic at being lost and seeing the cougar, the gut-wrenching terror of almost losing Rork.
Rork seems to sense the direction of my scattered thoughts. He tightens his embrace, cocooning me as he presses the softest of kisses to my temple.
“Shh, it's alright,” he soothes, his breath a warm caress against my skin. “Just rest. I’ve got you.”
I let his calming presence and tender words wash over me, feeling the last of the tension bleed out of my muscles. My breathing slows, synchronizing with the rise and fall of his chest.
Just as I’m teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, I feel more than hear Rork whisper into my hair. “What have you done to me, my darling?”
I want to respond to him, but sleep finally claims me and I tumble into blissful oblivion.