Chapter 37 #2
The effect was immediate. My body stilled as he pumped his cock a final time, sheathing inside me. His cock spilled inside, filling me with cum, giving me everything I’d been begging for.
I could feel the overflow, his cum dripping from the tight space that connected us. The intimacy was otherworldly.
I was spent. Exhausted. Sweat beaded at the back of my neck, and I let my head fall to the pillow, breathing deeply.
“Sorry,” he whispered, and before I could ask why he was apologizing, he eased out of me. The sudden emptiness made me suck in a breath. He couldn’t give me so much and yank it away.
My whine was involuntary, I had no control over it.
He pressed his lips to my back, comforting me. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”
Fuck, he knows me too well.
The lower half of my body slumped to the bed and Denali spread his hand across my lower back. My muscles tensed up once more, pleasure pooling below my stomach.
“Do you want water?” he murmured.
That was both comforting and arousing. I nodded, thighs squeezing together. Cum dripped out of me while Denali disappeared to the kitchen, and all I could think about was having sex with him again, I just wasn’t sure if I had the energy to climb on top of him.
I wasn’t alone for long. Denali returned with two glasses of water.
My brain was muddled by his cum, smeared across my inner thighs, his sweat perfuming my body. It took so much physical effort to roll over.
Finally, I sat up against the headboard, breathing hard.
Denali was watching me.
We gazed at each other, his eyes lingering on my breasts. I’d always been a little self-conscious about my body. My breasts were on the smaller side, and where other girls grew into their curves, I never had enough to begin with.
Except Denali’s eyes darkened and my nipples hardened from the attention.
His movements were slow and deliberate, inching towards me as my heart hammered in my chest. “I want a taste.”
Denali raised his glass between my breasts, pressing the edge to my skin.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
The glass tipped a little. In the humid, post-sex bedroom, the cool water was a shock to my system but that was nothing compared to Denali lapping the water off my body. His huge tongue licked every drop.
Of course, we had sex again.
And again, and again—the hours melted into each other. The exhaustion was a permanent state I relaxed in, perfectly happy to let him make me cum once more.
Eventually, I found myself tucked into the crook of his neck. Denali’s fingers played down my spine, endlessly touching me.
With a smile, I nestled into him. “God, this is so good.”
He rumbled, content. “Mm-hmm.”
“Thank you, Evie,” I murmured.
I was just messing around. I really didn’t like that Evie tried to kiss Denali to provoke me and that she tried to kiss him when he didn’t want to, but I could appreciate her for homing in on my boyfriend's skills before I swooped him up.
Denali stiffened underneath me, his fingers coming to a stop.
“I don’t want to talk about other people,” he said, uncomfortable.
Surprised, I pushed up on my elbows. “Denali, I’m only kidding.”
“I’m not.” His face was shrouded, his eyes locked on the ceiling. “I’m with you, I don’t want to think about her.”
“Aw, baby.” I cupped his jaw. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
I could feel him swallow. “If I knew you called, I wouldn’t have slept with anybody else.”
Like…when I called five years ago?
Denali couldn’t look at me, but I couldn’t stop gazing at him. Pleasure kindled in my chest, the embers scorching deep inside.
This kind of behavior was what had made me nervous when I was fifteen, but that was then. His intensity had dragged me into things I wasn’t prepared for, things I was too young to understand.
Then. Not now.
Now? The sentiment affected me differently. I knew I was supposed to disapprove, to move us to safer waters, but the thrill of his intensity was all too real.
“Denali,” I finally said. “I didn’t want you to wait for me.”
“I would’ve waited anyway,” he confessed, his words hushed.
“I never wanted you to spend your life carrying a torch for me.”
“Carrying a torch?” he repeated. “Zariah…I didn’t think you and I had a chance to be together and that didn’t stop anything. I’ve been carrying torches—I’ve been burning every bonfire I could for you.”
I stumbled with my words, heart pumping faster. “That’s—that’s not healthy.”
“It’s how I feel—I can’t change it.”
Some rational part of me wanted to have a real conversation about this. The time we spent apart was ultimately positive, we were forced to grow. But those rational thoughts meant very little while he was naked, declaring himself for me.
I pressed my lips to his jaw, his cheek, and his eyes flickered to mine, surprised. He was holding his breath, waiting for me to put my foot down, but I couldn’t stop touching him.
My body betrayed me. I was so wet, and dangerously close to his cock. “It’s not the right way to see things.”
He dropped his gaze to the lack of space between us, and he blinked with the realization. This was my approval, bringing us to this forbidden place.
“I—I can’t think about you any other way. You’re too important to me.”
“Baby.” I kissed him, molding my lips to his. “That’s kind of fucked up.”
Tension electrified the air again, Denali’s cock nudging me between my legs, twitching with anticipation. His breathing was unsteady, his hands went to me. We were touching each other, moving closer.
“It’s not healthy when you’re obsessive like that, but it’s such a turn-on now…” I trailed off, humming with pleasure as Denali kissed me back.
“That doesn’t sound like a problem,” he breathed out.
“It definitely is. What does that say about me?”
“It says…you know we belong together.” He flipped me over, laying on top of me, kissing me again. Excitement piqued in his words. “Your soul’s tangled with mine.”
“We don’t tell anybody about our weird brand of foreplay,” I gasped out, kissing him harder. “Everybody’s going to—to think we’re perfectly sane and wholesome—”
“Whatever you want, baby,” he purred, happiness brimming over. “However you want it.”
Denali pushed inside me, fucking me into speechlessness. I was so exhausted, I couldn’t do anything but moan, slumped against the comforter as he fucked me harder, murmuring how much he missed me.