Chapter 19 #3
He wastes no time taking the right one into his mouth, his large hand roughly palming the other. I arch into his touch, throwing my head back on a low moan before his hand slips between my thighs.
“So fucking wet for me,” he praises, sucking his fingers into his mouth. I push his black jacket from his shoulders and draw him toward me by the laces of his white shirt before I use more strength than necessary to tear it from his body.
“Such a greedy little sorceress.” He chuckles. I run my hands down his defined torso, seemingly hewn from marble during his time in Hell, before my fingers find the tattoo of Scylla on his left pectoral, the one he’d gotten for me.
“Why do you have this?” I ask, his body shivering beneath my touch.
“I…” He frowns. “I don’t remember.”
Agony pierces my chest as I lean forward to kiss the monster that claims his heart. Nick’s hand combs through my hair, pushing it from my shoulders.
“The monster’s name is—”
“Scylla,” I finish, running my tongue over the ink etched into his skin.
His fingers tangle within my hair, and a welcome pain lances through my scalp as he cranes my neck back so I’m forced to look at him. “How do you know that?”
Tears well in my eyes. There is no answer I can give him except for the brutally honest one. Instead, I say, “Fuck me. Please.”
The surprised, longing expression on his face is replaced with one of pure, undiluted desire. His mouth claims mine in a savage trainwreck of a kiss, teeth and tongue clashing as we tear at one another as though the monsters that live beneath our skins are trying to escape their fleshly confines.
My hands find the laces of his pants, and I yank the ties with such ferocity, they finally break apart.
Nick releases a low-resounding fuck when I slip my palm beneath his breeches, and his large, throbbing cock slides within my grasp.
My fingers can barely close around his length, and I gasp at the feel of it, my thumb running over the veins and smearing the warm liquid pooled at the tip.
Suddenly, I want nothing more than to feel him in my mouth, to bring him to the same peaks of pleasure he granted me last night.
I slide from my seated position and sink to my knees, my mouth spreading into a devious grin as black bleeds into the gold of his eyes and his breath becomes rough and ragged.
“You want me to fuck your face, sorceress?”
I nod, wetting my lips, clenching my thighs together at the dark desire in his voice. Nick’s hand again winds tightly within my hair, tugging it as he forces me to look at him.
“Take it out,” he breathes, low and demanding.
I do as I’m told, my eyes widening as his cock springs free.
While this isn’t my first blow job, it’s my first time giving Nick one, and I’d almost forgotten his excessive length and girth.
How the fuck I am going to fit that in my mouth is beyond me, but I’m certainly not one to shy away from a challenge.
Taking it with both hands, I tighten my grip, loving the way his teeth clench together and his hold on my hair turns painful. I pump up and down a few times before opening my mouth.
“Spit on it,” he demands, his voice laced with depravity.
I again follow his command, using my saliva as lubrication while I again pump up and down his length.
“Stop playing with it, sorceress. Put my cock in your mouth so I can fuck your face the way that pretty mouth deserves to be fucked.”
Maybe a sane person would be angry at his demeaning tone, but I love nothing more than being on my knees for him and at his mercy.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, moaning at the salty taste of him.
One hand continues to slide up and down his length while I use the other to massage his balls.
Then, I take as much of him inside my mouth as I can.
He fits about halfway before I pull back to breathe, when I feel Nick softly grip the sides of my face. “Relax your mouth and throat. You’re going to take all of me. I know you can.”
Again, I listen, willing my mouth and throat to relax as Nick uses the leverage on my hair to push his hips into my face.
Tears spring from my eyes and pour down my cheeks as his cock hits the back of my throat.
I move both my hands to his thighs in a desperate attempt to gain some control, but his thrusts are unyielding.
Finally, he pulls out slightly, allowing me to breathe, but my reprieve is short-lived before he thrusts back in again.
Nick’s powerful moans stoke the heat already pooling in my lower abdomen, and my own arousal slickens my thighs. My mouth and throat relax even more, loving the painful grip on my hair and the punishing push of his hips as he literally fucks my face.
“That’s it,” he croons. “That’s my good fucking girl. I knew you could take it.”
The praise sends another rush of heat straight to my throbbing core. I lift my eyes, staring up at him beneath my lashes, letting my claws emerge to pierce the firm muscle of his thighs.
Nick sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth. “You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen,” he starts, his breathing uneven. “But nothing is more beautiful than seeing those eyes gaze up at me like that while you are on your knees.”
He wrenches himself from my mouth just as the pulsing in his cock heightens and hoists me into his arms in one swift movement.
Nick deposits me in front of the crackling fireplace atop a shaggy, dark rug.
The material is soft beneath my back, so at odds with the harshness of Nick’s hand suddenly at my throat as he climbs on top of me.
As he kicks the rest of his pants off, I barely have time to comprehend what is about to happen before he pushes inside me in one brutal thrust.
A scream tears from my throat as I straddle the border of pleasure and pain.
It’s been months since I’ve felt him inside me, and my body needs time to adjust. Nick freezes upon entering me, and at first, I think it’s because of my pained cry and the obvious tightness he must feel, but his shocked, grief-stricken face says otherwise.
Fingers caressing my throat, he says, on a rough swallow, “I am now certain I know this body. Your body. Perhaps in another life, sorceress, we were fated to be together.” He brushes the traitorous tears that pour down my face at his words.
In another life. But I want him in this life, the one we are living now. How can I be so close to having him yet feel like he is lost to me?
Nick pulls out to the tip then snaps his hips forward.
I arch my back, and my arms come around his shoulders, my claws anchoring into his skin.
I hadn’t bothered to sheathe them. If this is it, if this is my last attempt, then let me exhaust every effort to bring him back to me.
Let him feel the claws that have gripped him in desperation, drawn blood for him, killed for him.
Let him see the tears I’ve shed and will only continue to cry should I fail.
Let him feel the body that comes alive only for him, that has been beaten and broken trying to stave off the very prophecy that came to fruition, the same body that died for him.
Nick lifts my right leg to wrap around his waist, followed by my left.
The position is sublime, angling my hips so each thrust hits that delicious spot inside me.
His right hand still rests lightly at my throat, and he stares at me with both sadness and wonder as he pistons in and out, each deliberate slam of his hips inching me further and further toward oblivion.
“Heaven has no place for The Devil,” he says, his mouth dancing across my own. “But being inside you is the closest to Heaven I’ll ever be.”
I can’t help the next words that leave my mouth. “I’d face all the dangers of Hell to find you before I’d choose peace in Heaven without you.”
Nick’s eyes flare with recognition before he plunders my mouth. His tongue snakes inside, warring with my own, and the hand on my neck tightens.
The pace turns punishing, and my claws draw blood as Nick hisses at the small hurt.
“Oh gods,” My walls clench around him as he drives into me without mercy.
“Say my name,” he growls into my ear.
“I can’t,” I pant.
“Say.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Name.” He nearly cuts off my air supply, but I just bite my lower lip and shake my head. The asphyxiation does nothing but heighten my arousal, and pressure builds and wraps around my spine to the point my legs start shaking.
“Fine,” he growls. “Then say his.”
He slams into me with such savage abandon, I unravel completely.
“Nicholas!” The name echoes off the dark walls of the room as Nick releases his own groan of pleasure, collapsing over my body as he finishes inside me.
My body vibrates with uncertainty and tension as I come down from the earth-shattering orgasm, all too aware of what I’ve just done.
Nick’s face rests in the crook of my neck and shoulder, his breathing wholly unsteady.
The trembling of my body seems uncontrollable, until I realize it’s not just my body that quakes, but Nick’s as well.
He rises onto his forearms, his face ghostly white. The gold of his eyes is muted, his expression horrified.
What have I done?
I place one hand on his chest, right over the Scylla tattoo. His heart thunders beneath my palm, so I cup his cheek with my other hand, my thumb sweeping across his lips in a soothing rhythm.
His mouth parts, and the last word I’d ever thought I’d hear falls from them.
“Rhi?”
A choked sob climbs from my throat before it dawns on me that I hadn’t heard it. Not audibly, anyway.
No, Nick’s voice and my name had come from somewhere else, a place I’d never thought possible.
Inside my fucking mind.