Lose Control
Aviana
His lips are a scorching fire, burning through my skin as he lays claim to me in a fiery, relentless passion. Each kiss consumes me, leaving me craving more, desperate to feel the wild ecstasy he promises.
His touch sparks a raging inferno inside me, each caress setting my very soul alight as his hands glide over my skin, leaving a trail of shivers and longing. I can’t hold back—my fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants, pulling a guttural growl from him, and with it, my hunger only intensifies, spiraling out of control.
“Little Bird,” he growls against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. In one swift motion, he unclasps my bra and tosses it aside like an insignificant toy. His lips find one of my nipples, sucking and nipping until I am gasping for air and arching into him. I tangle my hand in his hair, desperate for more.
As he lifts off of me, the heat between us crackles, intensifying like a storm about to break. His hands are fast, desperate, as he rips off my shoes with a brutal pull, sending them crashing to the floor. The sound of his fingers unsnapping my hiking shorts is like a lightning strike, and before I can even catch my breath, they’re sliding down my legs, leaving me in just my panties and trembling in the rush of what’s to come. I’m left exposed—vulnerable and aching for him.
“You are stunning,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. I can’t see him, the blindfold shrouding me in darkness, but I can feel his presence—hear the weight of his gaze in every word. “I have dreamt of this moment for so long.”
I cannot form words as he kisses his way down my body, each touch setting fire to my skin. When he reaches my panties, his fingers play teasingly at the damp fabric before he growls low and dangerous in my ear.
“I want to taste you,” he declares, his voice dripping with primal need. “I want to make you scream my name.” And with that promise, all coherent thoughts flee from my mind as anticipation coils tight inside me.
I eagerly nod, desperate to feel him touch me. My vision was obscured by a blindfold, heightening my senses and making every touch more intense. He expertly hooked his fingers into my panties, pulling them off with a swift motion that made me gasp. Spreading my legs wide, he wasted no time in teasing me with his tongue, flicking over my clit and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
Moaning and bucking my hips, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. His fingers plunged deep inside me, hitting all the right spots and bringing me to the brink of climax. “Fuck, Nightshade,” I cried out, gripping his hair as he continued to work his magic on me. “I’m going to come!”
He growled in response, his tongue working even faster as my body trembled with need. “Nightshade!” I yelled his name as I finally reached my peak, waves of pleasure coursing through me as I come around his fingers.
But there was no time for rest or recovery. Before I knew it, he had shed the rest of his clothes while I was coming down from that climax and as he rested his naked body over mine, I could feel that his cock is already hard and ready for me where it pressed into my stomach. Anticipation coursed through my veins as I licked my lips.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered breathlessly. “I want to feel you fucking me.”
“No, Little Bird,” he said firmly. “Our connection is much more than that. It runs deeper than just physical pleasure.” Before continuing, he posed a question that caught me off guard.
“Are you still on birth control?” His voice was low, rough, like a warning.
“How did you—” I began to protest, but he silenced me with a single command.
“Just answer the question, Little Bird,” he growled, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
I swallowed hard, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “Yes,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I have an IUD.”But before I could beg him to continue, he growled and positioned himself at my entrance, thrusting into me slowly.
Pleasure mixed with pain as I cried out. “Nightshade, you’re too big,” I protested, trying to pull away from him.
But he wouldn’t let me. “Relax, Little Bird,” he murmured against my lips, capturing them in a searing kiss as he slowly pressed deeper, inch by inch, moving with agonizing patience. My nails dug into his back as he filled me completely, a shiver running through me as pleasure coiled tight, another release building within me.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he urged, a hint of dominance in his voice. “I can feel you clenching around my cock.”
And that was all it took for me to lose control. Screaming his name, I came harder than I ever had before, gripping him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
But Nightshade wasn’t done yet. With his hips moving in a steady rhythm, he brought me to another climax almost immediately. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. “I could stay inside you forever.”
Moaning and arching my body to meet his every movement, I felt yet another orgasm building within me. “Nightshade!” I moaned desperately. “I’m going to come again!”
With one final, searing thrust, we both exploded into a blinding crescendo, our bodies trembling in unison as the world seemed to disappear around us. Every nerve, every inch of us was consumed by the overwhelming intensity, pushing us to places we hadn’t thought possible. We collapsed onto the bed, a tangled mess of sweat and gasps, our bodies still pulsing with the aftermath of our shared climax. We had broken each other down, stretched our limits until we were nothing but raw, electric need. It was more than passion—it was a wild, uncontainable force, and we’d felt every single moment of it.
Before we could even form a single thought, a loud pounding echoed through the door. I rushed to pull off the blindfold, but Nightshade swiftly grabbed my hands. “Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be back shortly.” In one swift motion, I heard the rustle of fabric as Nightshade yanked the sheet away, the sudden coolness against my skin making me shiver. There was a brief pause, then the faint sound of fabric shifting, as if he were wrapping it around himself with practiced ease.
As soon as I hear the bedroom door click shut, I yank the blindfold off and frantically start searching for my clothes.
“Where is she?” a voice shouts.
“She’s safe.”
“I need to see her,” comes the familiar sound of Cade’s voice.
I scramble even faster, but my clothes are scattered everywhere. Glancing around, I spot another bed and grab the sheet to wrap around myself as I continue to search for my things. Just as I’m bending down to pick up my panties and shirt, the door is suddenly kicked in, causing me to jump in shock.
“Cade!” I yelp, clutching my clothes to my body, panic rising in my chest.
“Get dressed, and let’s get out of here! What did he do to you? Are you okay?” His hands move over me urgently, like he’s searching for any sign of injury, his frustration and worry clear in his voice.
“Cade, stop,” I say, stepping back, trying to push him away. That’s when Nightshade enters the room, his mask firmly back in place. My eyes instantly land on his chest, where a tattoo of blue and orange flames spirals toward his shoulder. As they rise, the flames twist into what looks like a couple dancing, and I can’t help but gasp at how stunning it is.
Cade’s hands jerk me out of my trance, his grip tightening, his frustration boiling over.
“Get your hands off her before I rip them from your body and feed them to you,” Nightshade growls, his voice a low threat.
“Nightshade, he’s not hurting me,” I plead, my voice soft but firm.
“You are mine, Little Bird,” Nightshade snarls, his eyes burning with possessiveness. “After everything that just happened here, you are mine. Now, Cade, what will it be? Take your hands off my girl, or be fed them for your next meal?”
“Cade,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “I’m okay, I promise. Please go. I’ll see you again tomorrow for our session.”
Cade’s jaw clenches, his eyes filled with turmoil. “I can’t just leave you like this. How do I know he didn’t coerce you into saying all that?”
I step closer to him, my hand gently touching his arm. “Cade, look at me. I’m fine. You’re my therapist, I know I say that a lot, but I swear, this time is different. I’m really okay. I’m happy.”
Cade stands frozen, his chest rising and falling as he battles with his emotions. His protective instinct is at war with the weight of his duty. His eyes meet mine one last time, his face a twisted mask of frustration, anger, and pain. He pulls his hand away from me, his fingers trembling slightly, before turning his gaze on Nightshade.
“You better not hurt her,” Cade growls, his voice thick with both fury and desperation. “If you do, I will be back. And when I return, it won’t be pretty.” His words hang in the air, dark and threatening, as he takes a step back, his fists clenched at his sides.
Nightshade doesn’t flinch, his expression unreadable behind the mask. He doesn’t respond, only watches as Cade storms toward the door, his footsteps heavy with intent. With one last look at me, his face crumpled in anguish, Cade strides out of the cabin. The door slams shut behind him with a deafening crash, and the silence that follows is suffocating, as if the weight of Cade’s warning presses down on me like a stone.
I drop the sheet and start getting dressed, the tension in the room palpable.
“Where are you going?” Nightshade asks, his voice laced with frustration, almost upset.
“I’m going back to my cabin. I want to shower and at least attend a class and a hike before the day ends.” My tone is sharper than I intended, but I can’t help it.
“Please, Little Bird. Don’t leave. Don’t do this. Forget about Cade.” His voice softens as he walks toward me, his steps slow and deliberate. I pull my shirt over my head, and I catch a glimpse of his tousled hair, his eyes dark and mysterious. There’s a flicker of something else in them—hurt, maybe—because I’m walking away from him.
“I can’t, Nightshade. I’m here to heal from the trauma in my life. One afternoon of sex isn’t going to fix it. I need to focus on myself.” I try to keep my voice steady, even as I feel a twist in my chest.
“I can help you with that, Little Bird.” His voice is low, earnest, but I shake my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.
“No, you’ll just distract me,” I tease, but it’s not entirely playful.
“Please, Nightshade, the more you force—”
“I won’t ever force you to do anything, Little Bird,” he interrupts, his voice darkening. “Go on, but can you do me a favor?”
“What’s that?” I step into his arms, needing the comfort, the warmth of his presence, just for a moment. I lean my head on his tattooed chest, listening to his heartbeat, grounding myself in the moment .
“Come back to me tonight. I want you in my arms.” His words are soft, almost a plea.
“I’ll see how I feel after the hike, but I have to get going to shower and head to group therapy.” I pull away and start putting my shorts back on, feeling the weight of the decision hanging in the air between us. As I lace up my boots, I can’t see his smile, but I hear it in his voice, laced with quiet sarcasm.
“Enjoy singing Kumbaya,” he teases, making me laugh despite myself.
“Only if you promise to be a part of the next session,” I shoot back with a playful grin, before walking toward the door, leaving him standing there, a silent plea still hanging in the air.