Chapter Twelve
Leah
I’ve dreamed of this moment for a long time. Literally. I’ve dreamed of Steel’s hot mouth on me, devouring me, turning me into an inferno of flames and aching, shattering passion, but nothing could prepare me for the reality of being here with him.
My nails dig deeper into his scalp when he splits me.
I watch him do it, keeping my eyes open the whole time.
I watch him spread my swollen lips, revealing my glistening core, drenched with my need for him.
I even manage to keep my eyes open when I drag his face there, but the second his mouth hits my heated flesh, so much warmer than me, I’m done.
I throw back my head against the pillow and let my legs fall open as wide as I can. I thought his fingers were heaven when he touched me there before, but I had no idea. I had no fucking clue that it could feel this good.
His mouth feels as if it’s a thousand degrees and I’m melting under him, melting away to nothing at all as he claims me.
His tongue caresses my folds, lapping away the moisture there.
He devours me, skimming over my straining clit, sending wicked shards of sensation shooting through my blood.
He takes his time, lazily sweeping over my clit, and it’s like someone opened up all my veins and stitched glass into them because the sensation is so sharp that it hurts.
It hurts, but the pain is delicious, and I want more. Always more.
I’ve made myself come with my fingers before, but this… this is nothing compared to that. I know from the tightening in my stomach and the clenching of my thighs that I’m close, but it’s sharper and harder than anything I’ve ever known.
“Fuck! You taste so damn sweet,” Steel mumbles against my thigh. “Like honey and fucking sunlight.”
He moves away from my aching core, and I want to scream at him to come back.
I dig my nails into his scalp, trying to pull him back, but he just chuckles and drops his mouth to my inner thigh.
He kisses me there, suckling my tender flesh hard enough to bruise me and a thrill shoots up my spine.
Goosebumps break out over my body until I’m freezing and burning up all at once, clashing like oil on water.
He licks me tenderly right before he bites me hard, sinking his teeth into my skin.
I let out a sharp cry that I am glad no one is around to hear.
He responds by hovering his mouth over my straining sex, but instead of kissing me there like I want him to, he blows on me. His warm breath rolls over me, and my fingers curl in the strands of his hair again. How can something so simple be so devastating?
He bends his head and gives me a lazy pass of his tongue, pressing hard, licking me from the top of my slit right down to the back, nearly to my asshole.
He runs those broad, calloused fingers over my tender folds, smearing my wetness all over myself, darting over my entrance, teasing at my clit, before he brings them up past my stomach, higher, between my breasts, where my nipples are so tight that I nearly shift, trying to rub them on his hand just to ease some of the terrible ache building there.
“Suck yourself off my fingers,” he commands as his fingers trail over my lips.
I open my mouth hungrily to do as he commands.
I take his fingers deep, nearly to the back of my throat, as my tongue works them eagerly.
I have never tasted my own juices before, and it tightens up that coil in my belly.
I am like a wire waiting to snap, and I know that when I do, I’m going to destroy myself completely.
“That’s a good girl, darlin’. Now I’m going to put my tongue inside your tight little cunt and fuck you with it until you come all over my face.”
“Oh God…” I wail. All I can do is drop my hands from his hair and grip the plain black comforter below me. I ball my hands into it just to hold on.
He does exactly what he said he would. He drops his head back to my pussy and licks me furiously with his amazing tongue, huge, broad strokes that lap past my clit and devour me.
I’m so wet that his mouth makes noises as he sucks and licks me, and hearing it, hearing him lick and nip and suckle me, his big shoulders splitting my thighs apart as he dines at me, worships me, claims me, is so hot that I’m nearly there.
I’ve been trying to hold it back, the wild pleasure because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the pleasure that he’s going to give me. I don’t want it to end.
His tongue travels down to my entrance, and I stop thinking about him maybe not liking the way I taste or how I am shaped or telling me after that it wasn’t everything he hoped for or that I’m not woman enough to please a man like him.
I stop thinking altogether when his tongue darts into my opening and pierces me.
The climax sweeps over me, hard and furious until I am nothing but a panting, writhing, wild animal, who is screaming his name into the darkness until I hit the peak of it and plateau, then ride out the waves.
Steel eats me noisily. He doesn’t care that it sounds sloppy and messy, and neither do I because it is honestly fucking hot. He eats me until my climax is done, and I become so sensitive that I have to reach down and push his face away with a gasp.
He looks up at me, those gray eyes glowing with lust. His lips and chin glisten with my juices. I shiver because it is the darkest, sexiest, most illicit thing I have ever seen.
This huge, fearsome looking man is looking up at me like I have given him a gift.
Something precious. Wonder sparks in his eyes and everything else ceases to exist. It’s just him and me, and I know that I told him I was made for him, but now I actually understand it.
Everything I’ve ever done, everything that’s happened, has brought me to this moment.
He says nothing as he unfolds himself, the swiftness of the movement astounding me like it always does. He is so graceful for a man his size.
One strong hand cups my jaw, his beautiful, blunt fingers sweeping over the tender skin there.
They’re rough, and I love the contrast between our skin.
He leans in, and when he kisses me, I melt into him.
My arms go around his neck, and I pull him down, eagerly tasting myself on his lips.
He groans, nipping at my lips as I lap at his mouth.
He’s all man, all the smoke and leather and danger and rawness that’s just him, there beneath the sharp tang of me.
He presses down hard on me, pushing my body into the mattress below him.
I feel the massive bulge of his erection pressing in against my thigh, and I want to weep.
I just had the orgasm to end all orgasms, but still, my hips buck up instinctively to grind against him.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and open my lips so his tongue can sweep in and stroke mine, baking those flames that are never going to be extinguished for him.
I love the rasp of his beard against my tender skin, how my chin feels raw and inflamed after only a minute of his kiss.
There is nothing in the world but us. Nothing. No past. I don’t feel like this town is compressing around me, cutting off my air. I don’t feel that bitter tang of regret and grief and sorrow in my soul.
Steel’s kiss wipes all that out.
I love his passion. His fire. His life-soaked soul. I love that he pours it all into me. I knew I wanted to be his, but I didn’t understand just what that surrender fully meant.
When he finally pulls back and looks at me, it sends a bone-deep shudder racing through me again. I love that his lips are red and swollen from kissing me. I love that out of all the women in the world, he has picked me.
His eyes burn with hunger, but also with the promise of not just these stolen moments, but of the years to come.
I reach up between us, to his black leather belt and fumble with the buckle.
He doesn’t ask me if I am sure or warn me off again because this is it.
I don’t care how much it is going to hurt.
I want it to hurt. I have walked through my life like I am already dead, but Steel…
he makes me feel alive. I want to feel it all.
I want to feel and feel and never stop. The pleasure, the pain, this new freedom, my new wings, and if he’s the death of me, then I want to burn, and burn hard, and feel all of that too.
I want to truly, finally, irrevocably be his.