Chapter 52
"Ride up the storm. You'll pull yourself together. You'll find the inspiration, waiting for you there. Right in your soul." Liniker
“I’ve missed your taste so much, Megan,” I whispered against the nape of her neck, my hand tightening there just enough to assert the control she’d been starving for. “I’m not going to disappear again. I just need a part of you. Just as I know you need a part of me.”
She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her the second my lips brushed her bare shoulder, a violent shiver racking her frame.
“You son of a bitch,” she gasped, her voice thick with a mixture of hatred and desperate want.
“You need to see how perfect you are, my beautiful angel.” I reached for the zipper of her dress, the sound of it sliding down the only noise in the darkened room.
I pressed my lips to her earlobe, my voice a low, commanding rasp.
“Take off that fucking dress and sit on the table. I’ve dreamed of the day I would fuck you in front of a mirror. ”
“I don't know if I can…”
I didn't let her finish. I tangled my fingers into her hair, winding the strands around my fist and pulling her head back until she let out a series of broken, jagged moans.
In the corner of the room stood a heavy dresser, its tall mirror reflecting the flickering shadows. I led her to it, forcing her to sit on the edge, facing her own reflection. As her dress pooled around her ankles and my pants hit the floor, the charade of the engagement was officially over.
I positioned myself behind her, our eyes locking in the silvered glass.
I looked into her gaze, intoxicated, raw, and dark with lust. I swept her hair to the side, my fingers trailing across her skin, leaving a path of goosebumps and frantic sighs in their wake.
I hooked my index finger under the strap of her marsala bra, tracing the lace.
"You’re going to watch, Megan. I need you to see this," I whispered, never breaking eye contact. She shifted against the wood, her body eager, craving the touch she’d been denied for so long.
"You’re going to watch me make you come, because I can’t be in the same room as you without thinking about how you feel around me. Do you understand?"
She nodded, a small, frantic movement of her head. Her gaze, once hazy with shock, became sharp and desperate as I slowly slid my hand between her legs, finding her already slick and ready.
"Yes... Reena," she breathed.
As always, she was perfectly responsive to my command, opening for me with a hunger that made me let out a dark, triumphant laugh against the curve of her neck.
"Calm down..." I murmured against the curve of her neck, burying my face there just to inhale that damn lavender scent, the scent responsible for every sleepless night I’d endured since we parted.
Every day for the last eighteen months, I had behaved like an addict, scouring the dark corners of the internet for a hit of her.
Information, photos, news, anything to bridge the gap. But tonight, the addict finally had the drug. My body surged with a violent rush of adrenaline while my lungs, for the first time in years, finally relaxed into her perfume.
Megan was perched on the edge of the dresser, her legs spread wide in the mirror’s reflection. The sight of her like that, while my fingers slid beneath the lace of her panties, was maddening.
My free hand tightened around her throat, my thumb dragging across her full lower lip. God, she was breathtaking. She let out a ragged sigh, leaning her head back against my chest as I found her, soaking wet and already desperate for me.
She couldn't stay still. She writhed and squirmed, her body seeking more contact as if she were a live wire unable to contain the current. My tongue wandered over her skin, her neck, her ear, the nape of her throat, I wanted to taste every inch of the woman I’d nearly lost.
My Kitty braced one hand on the mahogany surface, struggling to find her balance.
As I increased the rhythm, a long, broken moan escaped her, followed by a curse that sounded like a prayer.
I squeezed her neck a little harder and yanked at the elastic of her panties until they tore, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
With a full, unobstructed view of her in the mirror, I returned to her clitoris. I closed my eyes as her own hand found its way into my boxers, her fingers touching me with a slow, agonizing curiosity.
I hadn't given her a command, but I was past the point of caring about protocol. We were moaning in unison now, a symphony of hunger.
Her mouth clamped down on my thumb as it dragged across her lip, and the image in the reflection, the sheer, raw obscenity of it, would stay burned into my mind for a lifetime.
She was wide open for me, her whimpers growing louder as I intensified the friction. It was the epitome of perfection. Her hips bucked eagerly, begging for more, even as her own hand struggled to maintain its rhythm against me, her coordination failing as the pleasure began to fracture her mind.
I watched in the mirror as my fingers slid effortlessly in and out of her, the glistening reflection of our joining acting as a ghost of everything I had been denied.
She whimpered the moment I slowed down, her gaze in the glass pleading with me. This was my Kitty, perfect, helpless, and capable of imprisoning me in this room for eternity.
I sank my teeth into her pale skin, watching the red marks bloom in a trail across her freckles. I gently pinched her clitoris between my fingers, and she closed her eyes with a sigh that felt like a surrender. She moistened her lips in slow motion, drawing my entire soul into her orbit.
"Please, Kels..." she breathed.
"How could I ever live without you, damn it? I’d move heaven and earth to have you, Kitty," I rasped, the truth clawing its way out of me. She was taking my sanity and throwing it into the trash, and I was happy to let it go.
"Don't stop, Reena..." The name was a shattered whisper, the final seal on our reunion.
"I don’t think you deserve to come just yet..." I whispered against her heated skin.
"Why not?" she managed to gasp, her lips dragging along my index finger, her tongue tracing its length in a desperate plea. "You destroyed me, Kelsey. You left me. You abandoned me to this silence."
I let out a dark, low laugh as I penetrated her with two fingers, finding that precise, sensitive spot I knew by heart. Her body bucked in a violent spasm, but I held her pinned to the dresser, intensifying the friction until the air in the room felt electric.
"Do you have any idea what it’ll be like when I’m so deep inside you that you have no choice but to scream my name?" I asked, watching her unravel. "Because you’re going to scream, my love."
I drove my fingers in with deliberate pressure. Like a map I had memorized in the dark, her entire body responded; she trembled, a guttural moan echoing off the walls.
Megan leaned forward, her fingers clawing at my arms, practically convulsing as the orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave.
I revelled in the sight, memorizing every line of her surrender. But the hunger in my own gut was too sharp to delay.
As she tried to find her footing, I positioned myself before her, spreading her legs already trembling and slick, with a possessive jerk.
I kissed her deeply before kneeling on the floor, finally observing the masterpiece dripping before me.
Megan was gasping, fighting for oxygen, as I pulled her hips to the very edge of the wood.
She collapsed back onto her elbows, her body arched in a perfect, vulnerable curve as I sank my face between her thighs. I slid my tongue lazily along her length, tasting the salt and the heat, becoming intoxicated by the way her swollen clitoris pulsed against me.
"Holy shit, Kelsey!"
She ran her hands through my hair, pulling with an angry, desperate strength.
I could feel the involuntary contractions of her muscles against my mouth.
Possessiveness flared in my chest, there was no greater power than knowing I was the sole architect of every tremor in her body.
I couldn't help myself; I slapped her softly, rewarded by a long, arching moan.
I continued, exploring every inch of her.
Moving from slow, agonizing licks to a feverish pace, I absorbed her entirely.
The room was filled with the sound of her, uncoordinated, rising moans that shattered the silence.
I stopped for a second, just to watch her: skin flushed, head thrown back, a work of art draped over the furniture.
"Please, Kels... please," she begged, tears blurring her eyes as she pushed her hips against my face. "I need to come."
I stood up, and she let out a whimper of protest. I caught her neck in my hand, pulling her back into a sitting position until our eyes locked. "Have you forgotten the rules, Kitty?" I asked, my voice dropping to a serious, lethal edge.
"I’m sorry," she whispered, her dilated pupils flashing with a spark of lingering defiance. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her fingers fumbling to unbutton my shirt.
"When are you going to come, beautiful?"
"When you let me."
"See? It’s easy," I teased, sliding my fingers back over her wetness. She slapped my face the moment I slowed down, a sharp, stinging reminder of her own fire. She grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at her as she tightened her grip on my neck.
"I need to come, Kels," she hissed through clenched teeth, pulling my mouth to hers for a voracious, biting kiss. "Suck me until I come in your mouth. Now."
I was drunk on her. Before I knew it, I was back on my knees, desperate to feel her peak against my tongue. She pressed my head against her, her body vibrating with the coming storm. She cursed, she called my name, she fell apart.
I climbed back up her body, staring into those wide, haunted eyes. It was official: I loved Megan Woods more than I loved my own safety. I would move heaven and hell to keep this woman whole.
Without a word, I pulled her into a crushing hug. I kissed the top of her head as she nestled into me, the adrenaline fading into something far more painful.
It wasn't until I felt the dampness on my shoulder that I realized we were both crying, sobbing for the eighteen months we had wasted trying to be strong.