Chapter 46 #2
Antoine groaned, and when she looked up, his eyes had shifted to full red in his passion.
She loved it when he fought his control, loved it even more when he lost. It was all the encouragement she needed, and she drew slowly up, then pushed down once more.
The head of him pressed against the back of her throat, and he gasped again.
But this time she kept going, opening her throat, taking him within.
She couldn’t hold it for long, but she let her throat clench around him once, twice, before she had to withdraw.
She drew back up him as she took in air, eyes watering, but she wasn’t done.
She sank down onto him again, and it was easier the second time.
He slipped into her throat once more, and moaned his pleasure.
A torrent of breathy French that she couldn’t make out, let alone understand, but it sounded deliciously like a curse as his control frayed at the edges.
“You will undo me, ma chérie.”
Cally pulled off him long enough to murmur, “That’s the idea,” then took him into her mouth again.
It became a rhythm; slide down, push, withdraw, breathe, lick.
And each time his hips twitched, and his gasps grew more ragged.
Until at last, his back arched, muscles tensing, and she knew he was about to come.
She pulled back until just the head of him was inside her mouth, working his shaft with her hand as she swirled her tongue over him, and he erupted with a gasp.
Thick, salty, and heady, spurting forcefully across her tongue, and she swallowed quickly as his hips pushed up, another gush filling her mouth with his essence.
It claimed all of her senses: the taste and smell of him, the sounds of his soft gasps, the feel of his cock in her mouth, the way his body writhed in his pleasure.
Until at last, his head fell back against the pillow, and he slumped, relaxing.
She licked again, mindful that he would be sensitive, but seeking out the last drops of his seed.
Antoine sighed in contentment, his fists unclenching in the sheet. She’d missed the moment his hands had tightened, but there was always next time. His eyes had drifted back to their usual blue, which was rewarding in its own way.
“? doux ciel…” he breathed.
She slid off him with a faint pop. “What was that?”
He seemed momentarily abashed. “Er… ‘gentle heaven’.”
She grinned and gave the tip of him a kiss. “I’ll take it.”
“I am quite spent, ma chérie. A moment, please.”
“Oh, we’re so not done,” she said, rubbing her body against his as she crawled up him, letting her breasts graze his chest as she passed. “I’ll give you eight seconds for your supernatural healing to kick in, then it’s round two.”
“You are a hard taskmaster,” he said, complaining playfully, but already his gaze held that hunger she liked so much, flirting with hints of lilac.
She rose above him, rubbing her hips over his, his cock still hard. “It’s not my fault,” she demurred, one hand on his chest for balance as she reached between them, her hand encircling his shaft as she angled it just right. “You make me insatiable.”
She bit her lip as she positioned him at her entrance, then closed her eyes as she sank down.
He pushed in, stretching and filling her, and they both gasped.
A mild hint of pain, too much to take in one go, but she rose up, then eased back down again.
This time, she took him to the hilt, like he fit perfectly.
She paused, reveling in the feeling of completion, of being so full.
Then she began to move on him.
He reached up with both hands and palmed her breasts, and she covered his hands with hers, holding him to her both for support and for comfort.
She closed her eyes, head thrown back as she rolled her hips against him, pleasure coursing through her with the way he filled her.
Then his hand fell to her hips, and he used a little of his strength to help her.
It was like she weighed nothing to him, and it became less about her riding him, more about them working together.
She looked down at him, lying beneath her, and his eyes were full of love and wonder.
It tugged at her heart. She leaned forward, seeking his mouth with hers, and as they kissed, his hands eased around to her back, then trailed down to her ass.
He lifted his hips to meet her, his grip holding her, and she moaned into his mouth as he pushed deeper than before.
It was perfect, it was delicious, it was everything she needed.
He shifted beneath her, bracing his feet on the bed.
His arms enveloped her, holding her. Then he thrust up to meet her, and the tempo rose higher.
Her breathing broke in gasps, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, gripping his shoulders as his cock drove inside her, again and again, until all she could see were bright lights dancing behind her closed lids.
She climaxed around him, body shuddering, and in that moment, his teeth pierced her neck.
Cally hardly noticed the sting, but the exquisite wave of pleasure that came with it only drove her higher, prolonging her orgasm, until she thought her heart would burst with the intensity of it.
His body tightened and strained, then he erupted inside her with a moan where his lips pressed to her neck, filling her with warm spurts of his own release, and she trembled in ecstasy.
His arms held her immobile but safe, and his tongue licked softly at her neck, healing the bite.
She exhaled, body still quivering with aftershocks, and all she could do was lie on him and wait for her heart to stop pounding. She could feel his too, thumping against her chest, and then he sighed in contentment.
At some point, they’d have to move. At least to fetch the comforter back. But that was a later problem; for now, his arms held her to him, and that was enough for her.