Chapter Thirty-Three
“N o, ” I begged. “P lease don’t stop.”
His fingers moved again, and I swayed like an ebb tide.
He pressed his thumb, and my breath hitched.
Then he stroked his thick fingers, and I was swaying again.
Stroke, sway, press, shudder.
Over and over, he played me like an instrument only he had the notes to. I didn’t know how he did it, but he managed to make me forget about the blood, or where we were, or what was happening outside the walls of this hideaway.
He touched me and everything drifted away like the dust motes swirling in the moonlight that fell through the window. Lazy and directionless, they moved, and I floated.
But I also breathed.
Deep and cathartic, in through my nose, I filled my lungs. Every inhale he stroked me, and every exhale he pressed against my most sensitive spot and made me wetter.
A need grew.
Embers low in my belly became a burning heat, and my mouth went dry. I needed to taste him, his skin and the hard length he kept stroking with his huge hand.
These were the thoughts, drifting aimless like the dust motes, that stole my mind in between every inhale and exhale, but when he shoved two fingers inside me, my breath caught and I froze.
I remembered the blood and my liquid limbs tensed to breaking.
Hot, wet, sticky—desire mixed with my lost virginity, and the very last remnants of my period, and it was all between my legs, and now it was going to be all over his hand.
“Your fingers,” I half gasped, half groaned. “They’ll get….” I couldn’t say dirty. I couldn’t finish the sentence at all.
He’d switched his angle, and the words he’d made me promise to always give him were stolen right out from under me. His touch was so deep inside me, making an indelible impression, that didn’t leave me a way to ever turn back or forget him, and I didn’t want one. I’d wanted to live, really live, and he was giving me everything I’d wanted. But my need was growing, and it wasn’t enough for him to just give. I needed to take. So on his next stroke, I did something I never would have done as the old me.
I rutted.
Like an animal.
Carnal and unrehearsed, no rhythm, no fear, I fucked his hand.
“Hell yes, sweetheart.” His low voice barely more than a growl, he pressed inside me harder. “You like that?”
I loved it.
Dirty and wrong, like the men we’d left lying on the dock, it was sinful… and it was everything.
I wanted to ride him like I was riding his hand, but the notion of asking stuck in my throat.
His thumb pressed harder, and his mouth found the swell of my stomach. Inching down with swirls of his tongue interlacing with nips of his teeth, I feared where he was going.
But my hips wouldn’t stop moving, and my mouth wouldn’t speak, and my neck was losing its battle to hold my head proud.
I wasn’t a lady. I wasn’t a Loic. I wasn’t even human.
I was an animal that wanted what his gravelly voice had asked with sheer dominance.
Do you want to come?
The question still fresh in my mind, I forced a single word from my throat. “ Yes .”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Show me how you come.” His mouth found the exact spot where his thumb had been, and I lost control.
My back bowed.
My knees gave out.
And I exploded.
His thick, solid arm wrapped around my waist as his tongue thrashed my most sensitive spot. His fingers deep, his breath hot, his tongue strong, he was everything and nothing I could have ever imagined.
Before I could breathe, before the aftershocks of the orgasm had even dissipated, before I could form the thought of more, he was pulling me onto his lap and positioning himself.
His fingers left my core, his mouth closed over mine, and he impaled me.
Shock and pain stole every molecule of air from my lungs as his tongue, thick and laced with my taste, swept through my mouth.
Stretched to my limit, my body froze.
But he didn’t.
His tongue coerced, his hands ran up my back, pressing me into him before his huge palms cradled my head and his fingers sifted through my hair.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” He kissed my cheek, my temple. His mouth found my ear. “ Breathe .”
Gooseflesh chased the shiver up my spine.
“This is as deep as I’m gonna go.” He pulsed inside me and kissed my neck as his hand dropped to my waist. “Stretch for me, love. Let me move.” Guiding me, moving my hip against his, he snuck his thumb between our bodies and circled my clit.
The hint of a tide shifting pushed at my senses, and the burning pain became something more.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He stroked my clit again and pressed me down as he angled up.
Something much, much more.
Wetness flooded deep inside me, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “ Ty .”
“Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it. That’s what I wanted from your sweet cunt.” He grasped my hips and ground into me hard and fast just once. Then letting out a half grunt, half growl, he brought back the control in his movements, and he drove in and out of me slow and measured. “Feel good?”
Unbelievably, indescribably good. “Yes,” I moaned, pushing my hands up his hard biceps and wrapping my arms around his neck. “So very good.”
His dark-eyed gaze devoured me with a fierce expression for a single heartbeat, then a devastating smile spread across his face as he winked.
My heart slipped out of my grasp.