Chapter 69 #2
A smile played around his lips, but he didn’t look up, focusing entirely on my hair, began to brush it carefully, then parted it, draping it over my shoulders, and every time his fingers accidentally brushed against my scalp, I lost myself in the pleasant swirls his touch sent through my body.
Every cut in this world was nothing compared to his touch. The only alternative I would ever give a chance to, the one I would give my hope to.
I shuddered slightly as I felt his finger brush my neck, and our eyes met again in the mirror.
He was so close to me, braiding my hair with such care that everything inside me began to beg to lean against him. Just for a moment…
Distract yourself, Quill.
“Any news? About the police?”
Davian shook his head and looked back at my hair.
“They didn’t find anything. Arnold is beside himself with rage, and Joseph seems to be putting up with it all.”
I just nodded, regretting bringing up the subject.
I wanted to forget it. Everything. Just for a moment…
It took every ounce of willpower to feel him behind me and do nothing. And I wouldn’t be me if I could muster enough discipline to resist.
After a few more seconds of him handling my hair with the utmost care, I shifted back slightly until I touched him.
i’m yours
Isabel LaRosa
Davian’s hands froze in my hair, and he looked back at me in the mirror, where I waited longingly for a reaction.
Every nerve in my body feared his rejection, yet wanted more from him than I was allowed to have.
It wasn’t his facial expression that reacted first. It was the hardness in his pants, which seemed to grow bigger and bigger.
Instinctively, I pressed myself further against him.
Davian sucked in sharply, immediately pressed his lips together, and pulled back, trying to refocus on my hair.
He was so good at reason. But what if I could be better at unreason?
Immediately, I pushed myself back further, braced myself against the bathroom cabinet, and slightly arched my back, nestling my butt against his hardness.
My knees went weak, and my lower abdomen tingled relentlessly, causing me to suppress a soft sigh of overwhelming desire.
When he paused this time and merely looked up with his eyes, I gave him a challenging glance.
Davian pressed his lips together again, pulled back once more, obvious frustration on his face, and if I hadn’t felt how hard he was, I would have given up by now.
I could feel him braiding more intensely, that he was no longer gentle but pulling my strands tighter, his gaze focused, almost tense.
I was in his head. He wanted me. Here. Now.
I stuck my butt out further, prepared for him to step back or completely pull away, but nothing of the sort happened.
This time he didn’t stop braiding, confusing me, and before I knew it, he pressed himself unexpectedly against me, literally forcing me against the bathroom cabinet, so that an overwhelmed sound escaped my lips as his hardness pressed demandingly against my butt.
His hand quickly wrapped around my braid, and he pulled my head back toward him, resting it against his shoulder, pressing his lips to my ear so that his warm breath trailed down my neck as he began to murmur.
“Where do you think this is going, hmm?”
My heart was racing. A storm of moths raged in my stomach.
“I think the answer obvious,” I gasped, overwhelmed, pressing myself against him with a jerk, and he reacted immediately by pressing himself against me as well.
I exhaled audibly.
“Fuck, Quill…,” he growled, and a rush of heat and cold ran down my spine.
He let go of my hair and pulled his head back.
Whatever that had just been, it had driven the wetness into my pussy. I never would have expected him to touch me so roughly.
And I… liked it.
I wanted more. Wanted him. Needed those touches.
In the mirror, I watched him look down my body, which sent another wave of longing exploding inside me, followed by unbridled lust.
I slid closer to him, straightening up completely, and Davian let his right hand wander around me.
Holding my breath, I watched as he placed it around my neck and lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him as he pulled me against his chest.
All I could see was the blue thread wrapping itself around us, while Davian’s gaze darkened and my throbbing desire swelled higher and higher.
“Do you know how hard you’re making it for me not to just pull down your pants and fuck you on my bathroom counter until you regret driving me this crazy?”
A breathless gasp escaped me.
I wanted nothing else. I needed nothing else.
Everything in me wanted to finally merge with him.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I began to circle my hips, feeling Davian’s heart racing against my back, feeling him press himself further against me, clearly on the verge of losing control.
Usually, we fought on the same side. But not today.
My pants were in the way…
I let my hands wander to my button, unbuttoned it, and slid my pants and panties with both hands down over my hips, to the middle of my heated thighs.
Davian stared, as if petrified, through the mirror at the glistening slit of my pussy, but I didn’t give him a moment’s pause and arched my back, so that his gaze automatically drifted down to my bare ass.
“Touch me, Davian…” I managed to say amidst all the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. “Do what you’ve wanted to do for so long.”
His jaw began to work, his gaze darker than ever.
I needed him as close as possible, needed him inside me.
“Come on. This is your chance.”
I straightened up and let my hands wander behind me to his pants.
He grabbed my hand.
“Quill,” he growled quietly.
“Yes?”
He swallowed, and his hand brushed my bare hip.
With my free hand, I managed to grasp it, pressed it against my hip, and let it wander down to my ass.
Overwhelmed, he breathed down my neck.
Carefully, I slipped my other hand out of his grip – while he closed his eyes in resignation, as if on the verge of giving up – and found the button on his pants. With great effort, I undid it with one hand, and Davian cursed something unintelligible before I pulled his zipper down.
I let go of his hand, and he left it on my butt, continuing to trace my curves on his own, so that I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
“Fuck, Quill…,” he muttered clearly this time.
His second hand landed on my butt.
With both hands, I slipped into his boxers on the right and left, pushing them down along with his pants.
“This is wrong.”
“So wrong…” I whispered his words, closing my eyes as I pushed myself toward him and, in the next moment, felt his warm hardness against my butt.
Oh God… I needed him even closer, wanted him to stretch me from the inside, to fill me…
“Quill…,” he growled, but it sounded more like a longing plea.
I was pushing him to the edge.
It wasn’t up to me to decide how things would go from here. I wanted him to cross that line and plunge us both into the abyss.
Davian seemed to want to hold back, seemed to be struggling with himself.
I braced myself against the bathroom cabinet again, arched my back, and offered him what he could have if he’d just take it.
Davian grabbed my ass, clawed into it, making me sigh again as he stared at my pussy from behind.
Why was he so good at hesitating? What the hell was he waiting for?
I arched my back further in invitation, bracing myself with my elbows on the bathroom cabinet, ready to push this man to his limits until he had no choice but to destroy me with unrestrained thrusts of lust.
“Fuck it…”
Euphoria pulsed through my wet pussy in response to his words.
He stepped toward me, was about to touch me with his hardness – I could feel it – when a door slammed shut downstairs.
We both flinched.
They’ve All Gone
Mr. Kamera
Davian froze, and our shocked gazes met in the mirror.
“Dad?”
Lara’s voice sent panic racing across our faces.
The next second, he stumbled backward and pulled his pants back up, just as I did.
“I brought Asian noodles!”
The color had completely drained from Davian’s face, and I, too, realized the risk we had just taken.
“What the hell, Quill?!” Davian growled, swallowing hard as he shot a shocked glance my way before rushing out of the bathroom, his hands clenched into fists.
I pressed my lips together.
He regretted it.
And I couldn’t help but feel utterly ashamed of my desperate behavior.
For a moment, he had made me forget everything.
A longing tingle coursed between my thighs.
I had almost tasted the pleasure of being his. Of being even closer to him than ever before. Almost.
With heat in my cheeks, I retreated to my room, hearing only muffled snippets of conversation from downstairs before I closed the door and, in my desperation, ruined Davian's braid. However, less than two minutes later, Lara showed up in my room.
“Do you want to eat with us? I brought noodles. The ones you like so much.”
I couldn’t say no, so I followed her down to the kitchen, where Davian avoided my gaze, didn’t look at me even once, and ate faster than I’d ever seen him eat before retreating to his study with the excuse that he still had papers to grade.
My cheeks were burning.
Shit. What had I done now?
What if I’d scared him off once and for all, and he’d now draw his boundaries even tighter around me? What if I’d just lost him up there?
Black ink corrupts my veins,
hungry for your blue.
Please don't give it a reason
to yearn for your essence.
– Leaking Batteries Diary