Chapter Forty-Five Ella #2
But he’s right. This is torture.
I position him where I desire him most, my legs wrapping around his waist, drawing him closer. Not in haste. Not in surrender to him.
But in surrender to us.
And then I pull him in.
We both moan as he ever so slowly sinks into me. I feel every inch of him as my body takes him in.
His eyes fall shut for a second, his head tipping back. We both let out a low groan when he’s fully seated inside me.
My fingers tangle in his hair, drawing his lips to mine. Even the smallest bit of separation is too much.
“Fuck, angel… I’m finally home.”
He stills as if savoring this moment.
We lie there, wrapped around each other, his warmth sinking into me, grounding me.
After a moment, I shift my hips, needing friction, but his hands clamp down on my waist, holding me in place.
“Tiero… please,” I beg.
“Don’t move,” he warns, his voice rough. “You feel too good. Keep still, or I’m going to lose control.”
I do as told, but after staring into his eyes for a few seconds, I test him anyway.
A small squeeze with my inner muscles shouldn’t unravel him too much.
His retaliation is swift. He pinches my nipple. Hard. The sharp sting shoots straight to my core, turning into heat.
“Behave. You know I’m in charge.”
And he is.
But right now… the most powerful man I know is at my mercy. The realization sends a thrill through me.
Then he starts moving.
Slow. Too slow.
Every inch of him drags against me, deliberate, controlled, and it drives me out of my mind.
“I want you so much,” he says, and there’s no teasing in it this time, only tenderness.
My chest aches at the sound of it. Tears well in my eyes.
He really does love me.
Why am I surprised? Hasn’t he shown it all along? From the very beginning… in the way he’s protected me, the way he’s made me feel special and adored?
“Tiero…” I breathe.
His hands come up to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks with a softness that undoes me.
He continues to move unhurried, like he wants to feel every second of this. Kissing him, I get lost in the way his touch feels different tonight. Somehow, more intimate… more essential.
“God… you’re so wet for me,” he groans as he drives into me. “I’ve waited so long for this. So long to make you mine again.”
I moan in response, feeling him everywhere.
His pace changes. Even now, it’s not fast, but each thrust lands harder, deeper.
I cling to him. Heat rushes over me. It’s sharp and consuming, and I want more.
“That’s it,” he growls into my ear as I move with him. “You take me so well.”
Without warning, he shifts and hits a different, more sensitive spot. I cry out in pleasure, every part of me trembling.
“Oh my god… Tiero.”
My back arches as he keeps finding it, again and again. I’m gasping for air, moaning with every thrust.
I’m clinging to him, the pressure building fast now. Too fast.
My breath catches, my body tightening around him.
“More,” I gasp. “Faster… please.”
“You take what I give you,” he says, his voice strained. “I’m not ready for you to come yet. I want to do this all night.”
His hands pin mine beside my head, holding me there as he moves in and out.
The tension coils tighter.
Higher.
Higher.
I’m ready to explode, but Tiero is holding me on the edge. I scrunch my eyes shut, the sensations becoming overwhelming.
I’m climbing and climbing. Biting my lip, I try to hold in my moans.
“No. I want to hear you, angel,” he growls. “Give me all your sounds.”
When I let out a long, anguished groan, he loses control.
His pace snaps into something faster, harder, the bed slamming against the wall as he drives into me.
My pussy clenches around him, every muscle contracting as my climax hits.
I cry out, loud and unrestrained. My whole body bows with the ecstasy coursing through my veins. Bright-colored stars shoot through my vision. My heart explodes into hundreds of fireworks.
He keeps moving, pushing me through it, through every wave, every aftershock.
I’m shaking, gasping, barely able to hold on to him, as another orgasm starts building at the base of my spine.
Tiero’s groans grow louder, his thrusts wilder, rougher.
And then he lets go.
He goes rigid as he pushes in deep, roaring his release. His cock pulses as he empties himself within me, triggering another explosive climax.
My vision goes dark for a moment, all my limbs like jelly.
We collapse together, both of us spent. My body still trembles under him, my breath as uneven as his.
When it finally steadies, I whisper, “Holy shit.”
He lets out a short laugh, his forehead resting against mine, before rolling us over and pulling me onto his chest.
I press a kiss to his skin, listening to his racing heartbeat under my cheek, while his fingertips caress up and down my back.
“Angel,” he murmurs.
I lift my head, drowning in his gaze before he closes the distance between our lips, kissing me.
“I love you. Forever.”
And I feel it.
I feel how much I mean to this man. That I’m the most precious thing to him.
And then the words slip out. The ones I’ve kept hidden in my heart.
“I love you too.”
The sparkle in Tiero’s eyes as the words leave my mouth feels like a reward in itself for taking this leap of faith.
I hope I won’t come to regret it.
Wrapped in his arms, my eyelids are too heavy to keep open, and I let sleep take me.