8. Sage
He steps back to remove his clothes and drag oxygen into my lungs. There's a shocking intimacy to the way Ian peels his shirt from his body, revealing lines and muscle and ink. He moves so slowly with such maddening deliberation I could almost scream.
I keep my eyes locked on him, breathing in and out as raw energy pools in my belly. He tosses his clothes onto the floor, his mouth twisted into a half-smile, and I let the moment coil tighter around us until I can't stand it. "I've never done this before," I admit. He needs to know this before things go too far.
Ian halts. His eyes are electric, his response even more so. "Thank God," he says. "I can't even imagine dealing with the thought of you with another man." Our breaths become the room's only sounds .
I don’t want to look away. As I watch him, my breath comes too fast, while every inch of my skin comes alive with the need for his touch. It makes me burn to think that he wants me the way he says he does. I drag in a breath and force the words out. "Hurry up." A lump snags in my throat, tying up anything else I want to say.
He steps out of his jeans, and everything inside me surges, nervous and ready. He’s all smooth skin and raw power. An intricate and fierce dragon loops over his rib cage and around his side, a mark of the fire and heat that define him.
As he moves, I catch a glimpse of silver balls on each side of his cock, the piercing unexpected and adding an edge to his already formidable presence. “Did that hurt?”
“Like hell.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine, and my heart pounds furiously under the weight of their intensity. "I’ll tell you the whole story later. Right now, I’m a little busy." His words pierce through the jumbled mess inside my chest. Suddenly, I don’t care that I have no clue what I’m doing. I trust Ian.
“Just give me the quick version right now.” What can I say? I’m curious.
“Basically, I lost a bet in college. It hurt so much getting the fucker pierced, I’m too goddamn chicken to remove it.” Makes sense to me .
When he walks naked over to the bed, I hold my breath, eating up the sight of him. His body is honed and ready, and I'm trembling with anticipation, every one of my nerves a live wire. He runs a hand from my ankle up to my hip, and I shudder beneath his touch. He pulls me slowly to the edge of the bed, where he wants me. It’s a tease and a promise compressed into a single moment. "Sage.” The way he says my name turns my insides to mush.
Ian takes his time with my clothes, and my body is too freaking eager for his slow, precise pace. A shirt here, a button there, a single stroke along my side. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. His hand trails down to the waist of my pants. He flicks open the button with one quick motion, and his composure crumbles with a rough groan. It sends electric sparks shooting through my veins. "Your body, Sage," he murmurs as if in awe. "You’re so goddamn perfect." He takes in every inch of me like a starving man, like he can’t believe I’m his. The intensity of his gaze sets me on fire.
He finally finishes removing my clothes, and the impact of his blue-eyed stare makes me dizzy. It’s a good thing I’m lying down. He draws in a ragged breath and lowers himself to my side, our skin barely touching. His lips brush against mine, and it feels like the world is spinning off its axis. I moan into his kiss, my hands buried in the thick dark hair at the nape of his neck. He pulls back just enough to grin down at me. I want to beg him to hurry up, to give in and go faster, but he already knows how undone I am. He kisses me again, deeper this time as if claiming what’s his.
His mouth moves down the line of my neck. His teeth scrape lightly against my collarbone as his tongue dances along my sensitive skin, making me shiver and arch beneath him. Every inch of me is on freaking fire. "Ian," I pant, barely able to form the sound. "I—" The words disappear as he presses me back.
My eyes cross, feeling his lips travel the expanse of my skin, leaving fire in their wake. I grip the silky comforter as the entire universe shrinks down to just the heat and pulse of him. "Tell me." His growl is thick with desire and promise. I can’t catch my breath to answer him.
It’s slow and torturous as his mouth leaves a trail of sensation down to the tops of my breasts. My traitorous body demands. "It’s like Christmas came early this year," he remarks, a smirk lighting up his whole damn face. He leans back and stares down at my exposed skin that’s wet from his kisses and burning for more.
"Are you trying to slowly drive me insane?" I beg breathless. "Because you’re doing a really good job." I gasp when his mouth closes around a nipple, and he flicks his tongue over it.
"I aim to please," he says .
"Do you ever," I groan as he sucks harder. The sharp edge of his teeth and the warmth of his mouth turn me into something incoherent and wild.
His hands slide over my curves, grip, and release, and my body follows the rhythm of his touch, pressing up into him. There’s so much happening, and so many sensations I’m dizzy.
When he wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me closer, I nearly come undone. He’s huge and hard, and his erection pressing into my belly is a little intimidating. Sweat slicks our skin as the friction builds. I lose myself in the sensations.
"Please," I gasp. It’s everything and it’s not enough.
"Mine," he says, drawing out the moment with expert cruelty, with absolute devotion. He kisses me until the world spins out of control. "I can’t wait to have you."
I’ve never felt so alive, so scared, so raw, so ready.
He drags me to the edge of the bed again, lays me out and opens me up, arms splayed wide, soul bared to him. There’s nowhere to hide, and I don’t want to. He holds me tight, and I unravel in his arms. His mouth slides dangerously low, and my world narrows to the hot, flickering press of his tongue as it travels slowly over my skin. The thought of his mouth down there sends a thrilling shudder through me.
He drives me out of my mind with his slow pace like time is bending, like he’s unmade the world and I’m the only thing that exists. The heat builds and crests and smashes into me with all the urgency I didn’t know I was capable of. He teases my clit, dragging me even closer to the edge. My body trembles as hunger for something more courses through me. His hands hold my thighs apart. His grip is so tight it leaves marks that I never want to fade.
When his tongue slides up my wet center, I almost lose it. It’s too much, and I need it. I don’t care about anything else, just that I can’t breathe or think, and I can’t stand another moment without his mouth on me. The friction against my clit is fierce and glorious and perfect. My whole body tightens and unwinds.
With deliberate precision, he slides a finger deep into my pussy, and I can feel my inner muscles instinctively resist before yielding, stretching around the intrusion, embracing it in a way that is both intimate and electrifying. He holds me in place, not letting me escape or miss a single sensation.
"Baby," he groans, his voice raw. His breath hitches as I writhe, trying to hold on but needing to let go. "I can’t believe how fucking wet you are."
It’s his hand and his tongue and his strength, and I’m completely, utterly gone .
I shatter as the climax hits with overwhelming force. He maintains the pressure, keeping everything flowing through me like blood, love, and lightning. He disassembles and reassembles me as I watch from outside myself, eager to see, feel, and know every detail.
His grip is tight as he lines his cock up with my wet opening and rips away the last barrier, pushing deep inside me. It's more forceful than I expect, and I gasp at the overwhelming fullness of him. A tiny bite of pain is mostly overshadowed by the intense pleasure coursing through me.
I feel the cool, metallic spheres from his piercing brushing against my sensitive inner wall. They glide smoothly, creating a delicate trail of tingling sensations that ripple through me like a gentle electric current. Sparks shoot up my spine, leaving a warm, lingering buzz in their wake.
I'm breaking and mending, lost and found. My heart opens, filling with more of him than I imagined possible, the edges wild but finally clear.
He thrusts deeper, his face twisted in pleasure, and I know it's real. He's losing control, on the edge of something wild and perfect. The rawness reshapes everything. "Baby," he grunts, primal and alive, the best sound I've ever heard. "Fuck."
He holds nothing back, and I love him for it. I love him more than I ever thought possible .
His rhythm is both relentless and mesmerizing, leaving me breathless. He overwhelms me and pushes me into a blissful, intense oblivion. His body surges, intense and flawless, as he reaches his peak. Together, we descend into something profound, beautiful, and entirely new.
As my body shakes with a second climax, I dissolve, giving myself over to it, to him, to everything he’s making me feel.