The Darkness Within #3
His cock was so hard, so solid beneath me, and I suddenly wanted to feel it, feel him inside me. I writhed on his lap, desire churning me up inside.
“Easy, baby,” he said gruffly, reaching down between us and curling a finger under the strap of my underwear, slipping it between my aching folds. I was so aroused that the slightest brush of his finger against my clit would set me off.
Shamelessly, I bucked against him.
Straightening his finger, he plunged it inside me. God, it felt good. I let out a sob, clinging to him.
“I can feel you tightening already,” he muttered, looking up at me with something like wonder. Those silver eyes glittered with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
I nodded. I couldn’t hide it. Couldn’t hide the devastating attraction I had for him. It wasn’t my fault, I reasoned. It was something chemical. It had to be. Two different colors that when you mixed them together, created something magical.
One thing I did know was that if he carried on sliding his finger in and out of me like that, I was going to come undone on top of him in a matter of seconds.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he muttered, and removed his finger.
Disappointed, I uttered a low groan.
His grin was wicked. “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t leave you hanging this time. I just want to be inside you the first time you go off.”
The first time?
His words had my insides fluttering dangerously. I clawed at his buttons, trying to pull off his shirt. I had a useless piece of silk bunched around my waist, and he was still fully clothed.
He helped me to pull it off.
I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, his impressive biceps, the badge and the dagger, and down to the twirling rose that turned his arms into a story I was only beginning to understand, and down to his taut chest with its smattering of dark hair.
It didn’t help that the man was built like a god.
A bronzed Apollo, the pinnacle of male perfection.
My hands moved lower, fumbling with the button on his jeans. I managed to undo it and heard his sharp intake of breath as I cupped the thick, hard length of him.
Wordlessly, he lifted his hips with me still on his lap, so I could pull his jeans down over his firm butt. I managed to tug them and his boxer briefs down and gasped as his cock sprang free, hard and heavy. Instinctively, I wrapped my hand around his velvety girth.
He fell back onto the couch and groaned, closing his eyes. I reveled in the feel of him, loving that he was giving me some control this time.
I gripped him harder and moved my hand up and down his solid length. A bead of moisture dampened my fingertips.
“Feels so good,” he groaned through gritted teeth as I increased the pace. I felt him swell in my hand.
He growled and put his hand over mine. “Stop.”
I hesitated. “Why?”
“I said stop, dammit.”
I released him. “But—”
“Inside you.”
He reached for his wallet on the side table. I got it then; he didn’t think he could hold on if I continued. A heady warmth swept over me as I realized I could make him come apart too. That I also had that power over him. The same as he had over me.
He took out a condom and tore the wrapper with his teeth. Then he was pulling it on, stretching it over his swollen length.
Gripping my hips, he lifted me into position on top of him. I straddled him, knees on either side of his thighs.
“Need to feel you,” he rasped, pulling me down.
I pulled my underwear to the side, thankful for the elasticity in the material, and we both groaned as I sank down onto his waiting length.
It felt so good, so right, that for a moment, neither of us moved.
He filled me so completely that I couldn’t think about anything other than the hard, full length of him inside me.
“Fuck, baby.” His arms wrapped around me, and his mouth came down on mine.
Enveloped by his strong arms, with his tongue deep in my mouth, and his cock sheathed so completely inside me, it wouldn’t take long. We hadn’t even moved yet, and already I felt myself pulsating against him.
“I need you to move,” he rasped, tugging at my hips.
I lifted back a little and then sank down again, his groan all the incentive I needed. He was close too. I could feel him swelling and growing inside of me.
He guided my movements now, holding my hips down as though he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between us. My stomach muscles contracted and my whole body trembled, and after another few thrusts, I was shaking like a leaf in a storm.
I cried out with each downward thrust, getting louder as the pressure inside me built to breaking point.
Then I was falling… tumbling over the edge in rolling, glorious waves.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” he growled, as I spasmed around him, my own orgasm triggering his. “Ah, fuck!”
He tensed, then pummeled into me in a series of desperate, hard thrusts as he let go. I heard him give a rough, raw grunt as he surged upward, his fingers gripping me so hard they’d leave bruises.
The brutal action made me see stars behind my eyes, and I screamed his name and hung on as I spiraled into the abyss.
Afterward, Dante rested his head against my chest, breathing hard. His arms were still locked around me like he had no intention of letting go.
We’d given ourselves to each other, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time either. Something had shifted, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I didn’t feel afraid.