46. Chapter 46
Chapter 46
Viola
I can feel his hands on every part of me.
It's not just a kiss anymore. Mace is consuming me. The moment I said those words, he pulled me into his orbit, and now we are scrambling against one another, my back thrown against a tree, his knee between my legs as I roll my hips against him.
"You're not talking to Himureal tonight," he growls against my mouth.
My laugh is breathy and choked. "It literally was not even on my mind."
"Good."
Mace is a force to be reckoned with in the bedroom, a man unwilling to let go of the carefully cultivated level of control he exercises every day. And I've gone with it before, happy to relinquish that control to him and let my mind relish in being commanded by his.
But tonight, it's a push and pull between us, an all-out war of tongues, bodies writhing against one another. The kisses are bruising, and I can feel my lips swell under his attention.
"Fuck, numen, I…" his words are swallowed by me as I writhe on his knee, seeking friction against him .
Mace's hands wrap around my waist, lifting me off of him as his leg comes down, and I whine at the loss. A low rumble of a chuckle escapes his chest as he carries me to a soft patch of grass. "Greedy, Miss Mistflow," he murmurs.
"Wait! What happened to numen?"
"Numen is for worship. Miss Mistflow is for punishment." He tosses me onto the grass and looms over me.
I scramble to my feet, poised for a fight. Despite his scoffing at me, I pull a blade. "I do not deserve punishment here." There is no real threat in my words, and he knows it, rolling his eyes and pushing up against my blade.
"You're all talk, Miss Mistflow."
I swear, tossing my knife to the grass. "If you had more than two sets of clothing, I would cut that shit off of you right now." He crosses his arms as he looks at me, smug at calling my bluff.
But that wasn't the only trick I have up my sleeve.
Before he can blink, I'm on him, pinning him to the grass and wedging his hips between my thighs. I squeeze, and he thrashes for a brief moment. I feel his cock growing harder beneath me and chuckle, "It's nice having you between my thighs."
My taunting smile must be enough to have him admit defeat because he throws his head back with a groan. "This feels quite unfair."
"I fight dirty, I thought you'd realize that by now?"
A lecherous grin answers my words, and his hands drag up my waist, slipping around my front to grip my breasts tightly. "You don't just fight dirty."
I shrug his hands off of me and lean forward, arms caging his head in, kissing him deeply. His hips buck beneath me, and my core turns liquid with heat. Mace's hands move to the small of my back, pushing me hard against his arousal.
I grind against him, the pressure delicious even through our clothes. A moan escapes from me unbidden.
This time feels different. It may be the fact that we cleared the air between us, but it feels more balanced now that we are both fully aware of where the other stands. He knows every dark, twisted part of me, and I have seen the guilt and pain that damage his soul.
And we love each other anyway.
He roughly pulls my shirt up, breaking off the kiss to get it over my head. As quick as he can manage, the chest wrap is gone, my breasts falling free, and my nipples tightening in the night air. I sit up, head thrown back, as I circle my hips over his bulge, and he sucks in a sharp breath. "You're fucking stunning."
My eyes trail down to the sunfire on my sternum, and I lock eyes with him. "Even after all of this? The hair, the sunfire, the Godsdamned hands?" I hold up my blackened hands, scarred like I touched a bolt of lightning, and my skin is withering away.
He laces his fingers with mine, his eyes molten as he stares at me. "Viola, there is no world or time I could find you in which you would be anything short of perfection."
A lump catches in my throat. I don't have the pretty words he seems so adept at on the tip of my tongue.
So I express how I feel about him the only way I can, and I slide down his body, running my tongue across the strip of skin directly above the waist of his trousers. His inhale is sharp and immediate, his hands twisting into my hair. "Numen, you're playing a dangerous game down there."
I hum softly to myself, wiggling my body to prop between his legs. I sit back on my heels, meeting his gaze as he pushes up on his elbows. "This is no game, Mace. I take this part of my job very seriously."
His eyes roll back in mock annoyance, and before he can retort, my hand dives under his pants, and my fingers wrap around the warmth of his cock. "Fuck, Viola!" he hisses out at the contact.
I slide his pants down his hips, letting his full length free. I tip my head over and allow spit to drip over it before grabbing it in my hand and working it up and down his length.
"You're going to be the death of me," he grumbles, hips bucking into my hand. Watching a man like this begin to unravel is enough to drive me crazy, and I can't hold myself back from him.
I dip my head down, sliding his soft head between my lips. My tongue twists around it before I take more of him into my mouth. His skin is salty with sweat and musk, and he's so warm with a thick vein on the underside I can't help but drag my tongue over. Every time I swirl my tongue around him, he rewards me with a hiss or a thrust of his hips, and each time, the moisture between my legs grows.
"Viola, fuck, I…" his words are a pant of need, his hands tightening in my hair, a sure sign that he's about to fall apart beneath me. But before that can happen, his hands roughly grab me under the arms, and he hauls me off of him, flipping us so he's on top of me, his hips socketing in between my legs. "That's enough of that. It's my turn."
His hands aren't gentle as they rip my pants off, but at least this time, he pauses to remove my boots to allow me a range of movement with my legs. He pushes my feet flat on the ground and spreads my legs wide, baring all of me to him. He takes one long finger and drags it up my slit, collecting the moisture that pools there. "Absolute perfection," he murmurs, almost to himself.
Mace takes the finger slick with my arousal and leans forward, pushing it between my lips and pressing it down on my tongue. "Taste yourself, numen. Taste how much you want me." My tongue swirls around his finger as I taste the salty sweetness of my arousal. He stretches his body out on the grass, lowering himself so his hot breath caresses my inner thighs.
"I can't let you have all the fun, can I?" he whispers, ghosting his tongue up my slit. The sensation pulls a needy whimper from my throat, the desire for more contact overwhelming my senses. I feed my fingers through his hair and try to pull his head down for me to grind against, but he pushes against the pressure of my hands. "Greedy little God, aren't you?"
I'm rewarded for my impatience with a bite to my inner thigh that has me groaning and writhing beneath him. Again he drags his tongue softly and slowly up my core, avoiding the bundle of nerves I long for him to pay attention to. At this point, I'm whining, close to begging for him to just impale me with his tongue. "Mace, please…" I whisper.
"As much as I love when you beg, I still have plans for you." He flattens his tongue and finally gives me the full contact I've been craving, but it's gone as soon as it starts, and I'm left panting and bucking up towards his face. His hand presses against my lower abdomen tightly, pinning me to the ground. "You'll get what you need, numen. I promise."
My body relaxes underneath him at his words, as if it's given up pushing him further and has resigned to just taking what it can get. My fingers grip the grass in anticipation of whatever Mace has in store for me.
I don't have to wait long to find out as one of his fingers slips inside me, brushing up against that sensitive spot that curls my toes. A low groan escapes me, and he chuckles in satisfaction. His mouth finally, blessedly, closes over my clit, and a loud, satisfied moan greets him in response. Something in that sound unleashes Mace, and another finger joins his first as he sucks me into his mouth.
The suction over my clit is overwhelming, every curl of his fingers sending shockwaves down my body. My hips buck reflexively, but his hand pushes between my hips harder still, the pressure bringing even more satisfaction from the way he fills me.
His teeth graze over me a few times, and I inhale sharply, the small taste of pain enhancing the pleasure of his tongue sliding up me. "Did you like that?" he growls, looking up from between my legs.
I can't even begin to look down at him, his fingers slowly fucking me as he waits for my answer. "I really did," I manage to huff out.
He leans back down to my core, humming softly to himself as he does. I'm losing myself in pleasure, my desire for him spiraling out of control. I'm drifting, cresting up towards my release, my body vibrating with ecstasy. His teeth close over my clit, and the sharp pain mixed with all of the other pleasure I've felt sends me careening over the edge, my orgasm lighting me on fire and leaving me squirming against his hands. My breath comes out in pants, and a few times, his name escapes my lips as I come down from the high.
"You look so beautiful when you come for me, my numen," he purrs, fingers still coaxing more shudders and moans out of me.
I lean up on my elbows, and in the orange light of the moon, I can see his face shimmering with my desire, his wolfish grin predatory in the best way. His fingers fuck me slowly still, my desire for another release growing as they do. I weave my hands through his hair again, pulling softly to bring him up my body. He moves willingly, hand staying rooted inside me. I kiss him fiercely, tasting the heady mixture of my arousal and something that is uniquely Mace.
My hands slide down his body, touching the smooth planes of his chest frantically. He pulls his fingers out of my heat, leaving me feeling strangely empty as he leans back, methodically removing his boots and sliding his pants down his legs. The sight of this man, naked in the moonlight, poised between my legs, cock dripping for me, sets me off, and suddenly I am desperate to feel him inside me.
I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him down on top of me. "Are we sharing control this time, Miss Mistflow?" I roll my eyes at the honorific, and he grasps my face, pinching my cheeks together. The pressure of that grip and the light teasing his cock is doing at my entrance has me shuddering with desire for him.
"It's more fun this way, no?" I can barely speak around the hold on my mouth, so the words come out garbled, but he gets the meaning all the same.
Mace leans down and drags his tongue up my cheek, groaning in my ear as he does so. His hand drops from my mouth and lingers around my throat, but it doesn't clench. It rests there with the same gentleness he would hold a hand, but just the presence of it floods me with memories from his office.
My hips wiggle automatically, seeking to be filled by him, and he chuckles darkly as he tracks the movement. "Do you need me, numen? Do you need me to fill you, to fuck you how you deserve?"
"Gods, yes," I groan.
"The only God here is you, so how about you let me do the praising?"
His cock slides into me with little resistance, filling me deliciously and coaxing a series of moans from my mouth. His thrusts are slow and lazy as he leans down to capture my mouth, our tongues dancing together. We groan around each other, the slow drag of his hips so much and not enough all at the same time.
I hitch a leg and wrap it around him, allowing him to seat himself into me deeper, and he growls at the change of sensation. "Oh, does my greedy numen need more?"
"Please, Mace. More."
"Well, who am I to deny you what you need?" His pace picks up, and he drives into me, jolting my hips against the grass with their speed. "You're fucking perfect," he growls, eyes locked into mine. I meet his thrusts with rotations of my hips, and his pace picks up, our breath intermingling and loud as we meet each other.
Our bodies move in sync, lips mashing and hips knocking together in a rhythm that makes my toes curl. He breaks from my mouth and sits back on his heels, staring at the place where our bodies join.
"Look at how well you take me." His voice is gravely with desire, and it makes my eyes roll back. He grabs one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder, one hand going to my clit to rub slow, lazy circles as he pushes into me at this new angle. The moment his hand touches between my thighs, I feel all of my nerve endings light up, a coil tightening in my belly.
Mace's movements pick up the pace, pushing towards a punishing rhythm as the pressure on my clit grows and grows. My toes curl, and my back arches, my eyes threatening to roll in the back of my head. "Mace… I…"
"Tell me what you need, numen."
"I need to come." My voice is strained, and getting the words out is surprisingly difficult.
"All you have to do is ask." My eyes snap open, and I catch sight of the smirk that graces his beautiful features.
"Ask?"
He nods, the pressure on my clit getting less and less the more we talk. "Just ask for permission, and you can come again."
I groan, twisting underneath him, my hips bucking and seeking additional friction. He slows to an impossibly slow pace, the smooth roll of his hips intoxicating but not enough.
"Just say the words, my numen," he purrs, fingers dancing across that bundle of nerves he's neglecting now.
I thrust against him, stubbornness stopping me from asking for what I want. His laugh is taunting me, his movements lazy as if he has no care in the world. "I can do this all night, numen."
With a whine, the words come tumbling out of my mouth. "Please, can I come? Please, Mace. I need to come. Please."
Dropping my leg briefly, he leans down and kisses me sweetly, dragging his tongue across the seam of my lips. "Good girl, you asked so nicely." He pulls my leg back to his shoulder and pushes into me punishingly, his fingers pinching my clit and rolling it between his fingers.
That coil in my belly releases, and I tumble, my body shuddering and screaming with an orgasm that felt like it was never going to happen. My hips roll as I ride out the ecstasy, and he meets me move for move. Mace's breathing ratchets up now as if he gave himself permission now that I came again.
The pressure of his body on top of mine, the way he pushes my leg close to my shoulder, has me writhing, rocking my hips as he chases his own release. Sweat clumps his hair, and the hard angles of his face are shadowed in the moonlight, leaving him looking like a predator I am glad to fall prey to.
My nails dig into his back, and I watch the change in his face, the pure pleasure that overcomes him with that splash of pain. His eyes fall closed, and I feel him pulsing inside me, his thrusts erratic as he pumps into me and finds his release.
He comes down from his high with controlled movements and then pulls out slowly, where I feel the combination of our releases drip slowly out of me.
Mace lays beside me in the grass, his hand drawing small circles on my belly. We lay there, staring at the stars and baring ourselves to the moon, for longer than I could guess.
"I just want you to know I meant it," Mace says quietly.
"Meant what?"
"I'll take whatever you can give to me. But you're it for me, Viola."