Chapter Eighty-Four
"I want you." I repeated, catching those emerald eyes as they widened, deciphering my meaning.
For once, my Lord Nathaniel was speechless. Staring down at me, all of that fervor in his eyes, the delicate reverence of his touch calmed into something soft, something tender and almost innocent as a smile split across that absurdly handsome face of his.
"You want me?" Nathaniel suddenly looked much younger than he was, all the stone and tension of his features slipping away and leaving the sort of expression a puppy might give to its new master; sweet but desperate for attention.
Desperate for praise. Desperate for love.
Desperate for me.
"I do," Cupping Nathaniel's cheek, I led him up towards me, his arms coming to brace themselves on either side of my head, "I want you terribly, in a way that I do not fully understand, nor do I think I will ever fully understand.
But I have learned that some feelings are too great to ignore, even if I cannot parse out why or how—some things simply are, like you.
You are impossible, and strange, and yet you are mine. "
Nathaniel's eyes darkened at my claiming, a growl ripping out of him as he claimed my lips, dominating my mouth with a bruising kiss. Nipping at my lips, Nathaniel kissed me until I was a breathless, panting mess beneath him.
"And you are mine, little mate." Nathaniel's hand roamed down my bared curves appreciatively, pausing to softly squeeze my breast, the rough pad of his thumb slipping over my nipple, "And mine alone."
"I am yours." I said, shyness all but forgotten in that moment, and I had no care for the embarrassment that would come when it returned in the morning.
How could I care, when Nathaniel looked at me like I was the rarest jewel.
When his muscles bulged and tightened just from the strength it took to contain himself from taking me then and there.
Well, I did not want him to contain himself any longer. Not even for his sake, I was simply sick of waiting and my walls were crumbling down around me with every passing second. "Then take what it yours, my Lord. Take me."
The words scarcely touched the air before Nathaniel's hands grabbed hold of my thighs, squeezing them roughly as he let loose a growl into my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine.
Licking up my neck and leaving a single burning kiss behind my ear, Nathaniel released me for only a moment, just long enough to yank off his belt, removing his trousers faster than I could blink.
Standing there before me, his quickening breath causing his abs to tighten and his biceps to clench with barely contained desire, he was the finest specimen of a male that I had ever seen. And yet I could not keep my eyes away from the monster between his legs.
I had felt him before, but seeing just how large Nathaniel truly was brought equal parts fear and hunger.
His cock was massive and thick, a long vein running up the side that I suddenly felt the urge to slide my tongue down, but the moment I tried to shift up onto my elbows, Nathaniel was on top of me again.
"I am going to fuck you until you cannot think, little female, until the only thought left in your pretty little head is the need for my cock inside of you.
Until it is only my name that you can remember.
" I gasped as Nathaniel pinched my nipple, his talented fingers soothing and grasping at my breasts until every nerve was on fire.
"That is quite the promise," I could not help but respond as Nathaniel slotted himself between my legs, "You have had so many words for me, My Lord, are they all true?"
"Oh, little mate," Nathaniel gave a dark smile that made a swell of desire tighten in my belly, "They say you should prod at a beast, not when it is so close to devouring you."
"Is that what you want to do?" Nathaniel was only a hairsbreadth away from my lips, the distance agonizingly close, "Devour me?"
"I want to consume you," Nathaniel's hot breath fanned against my lips, "I want you to fall apart in my arms, and then I want you to let me hold you while you come back together again."
Teasing my entrance with his length, the sheer size of him was already overwhelming.
There was a sting of pain with the initial stretch, my core unaccustomed to anything inside of me besides Nathaniel's fingers, but the sting faded into a slight burning sensation that eased bit by bit as he slowly pressed the head of his cock in and out of me.
Despite the desperate need in his eyes, Nathaniel's every move was careful, his eyes never leaving my face, following every twitch of my brow and curve of my lip, adjusting himself to ease any initial discomfort.
"There might be a tiny bit of pain, but there should not be much and it should not last," Nathaniel slowed his teasing, positioning himself closer against my entrance, the head of his cock firmly inside of me and making me squirm, "If it does, you will tell me, and we will stop," Nathaniel said, and I nodded, but it was not enough for him, "Answer me, Mira.
You need to learn to use your words. Your voice carries meaning, so use it. "
"I will tell you." I gave a breathy sigh, a familiar need building in my belly with him so close, and yet not close enough. I needed him, damn it. I needed him deep inside of me.