Chapter 18 Xeni #2
Bash worries his lip as he stares at me, then he slowly slides down my body to kneel at my feet.
My lip quivers harder as his hands skirt over my thighs, and I stare at the wall because I can’t bear to watch whatever crosses his face at the inspection.
“Is that why you did this?” he asks. “Because the pain was too much?”
“No.” My fingers shake as they drift over my gnarled mark. “This was their punishment.”
My hand moves lower, my eye closing as I trace the scars on my thighs. “These were mine.”
“Punishment for what?”
“Hurting you,” I whisper on a shaky breath.
“I don’t… I don’t have to tell you what it was like to be separated from you.
It felt like dying, and most days, I thought death might be the better choice.
The guilt of knowing it was my mistake that caused this, of knowing that I was the source of your pain, was just too fucking much.
I had lost everything. I’d lost you. My sense of purpose. My control over any part of my life.”
The blankets bunch between my fingers as my thighs jump under his touch. “It was only when I was hurting that I could breathe.”
“Xeni,” he whispers, and gods, there’s so much pain in his voice.
“It was the only thing that gave me any relief,” I admit in a whisper.
He’s quiet as I take a few flimsy inhales and stuttered exhales, but then his hands drag across my thighs again.
“This is done, Xen. It’s finished. I will not sit back and watch you hurt yourself.”
“Then don’t make me go,” I plead. “Don’t make me leave. Don’t…” A quiet sob echoes through the room as another tear tracks my skin. “Don’t tell me this is over.”
Bash’s fingers roam my inner thighs before pushing them apart, and I draw in a breath as his lips land over the raised marks.
He travels a slow path across my skin, deliberate in every soft kiss as he inches up my legs. He pauses as he reaches my upper thigh, his breath heavy against my skin.
“I don’t think we were ever truly over, Xen. I don’t think I could ever be done with you. Can I…”
He trails off, and his mouth finds my thigh again, his lips more forceful as he travels higher. Hovering over my groin, his eyes are full of grief and fire, but also something much more intimate as they land on mine again.
“You’ve been hurting for so long, princess,” he murmurs. “Can I make you feel good?”
Just the thought of his mouth on me sends my breath stuttering, my chest rising and falling too fast. My body answers before my mind can catch up, and his eyes follow the flex and shift of my abdomen. He traces every involuntary twitch, before dragging his gaze back up to mine.
It might be temporary.
A stolen hour.
A fleeting kindness before the distance returns.
But I’ve always been so damn selfish when it comes to him, and I’ll take whatever scraps of affection he’s willing to give.
I nod, and it’s all the permission he needs.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he places a kiss between my legs. It’s soft and sweet, and full of promises as he presses a line of them along the satin of my panties.
Not wanting to miss a moment, I scramble to prop myself onto my elbows as his mouth grows bolder. He kisses and flicks his tongue, tracing the edges so the warm, wet drag barely teases my overly sensitive skin. His name leaves me in a pleading whisper, and my knees spread wider to beg for more.
His head twists to the side, and I gasp as his lips meet the crease between my hip and thigh. The contact on bare skin makes my control slip, and my cock starts to push out as a warm rush of slick spreads over my skin.
Bash groans low in the back of his throat as he stares at the bulge in my panties, then wraps his lips around the fabric and gently sucks.
“Oh, gods,” I moan as my hips snap forward.
His low chuckle is pleased as his tongue traces the edges of my underwear. He flicks his tongue underneath the satin to trace the edges of my slit, and my knees spread so wide they nearly meet the mattress.
The noises that leave me are unrestrained, my body on fire from the contact I’ve been missing for so fucking long.
Bash gets greedy as he nudges the fabric aside and takes my cock into his mouth. His tongue curls around it, sliding the ring of his lips further until they meet where it extends my body.
He sucks for a blissful moment before he pulls off me again. “Hold it inside, princess,” he murmurs as he shifts his attention to the crease of my thigh. “I know how much you love to come when it drips out of you.”
My stomach muscles tense, and I moan again at the fullness as my cock retracts slowly.
Bash gives another slow, deliberate lick up my center before he slides my panties back in place and returns to his teasing.
He licks over the fabric and sucks the tip of my cock as I try to keep it inside.
When I’m soaked and desperate, he moves lower until the flat of his tongue drags over my hole.
He moans like a starving man as slick pours from me there, too.
“Gods, I’ve missed the taste of you,” he mutters as he pushes my panties aside once more, and starts eating me out in earnest.
My heels press into the mattress as my hips roll in a maddening rhythm against his mouth. His tongue dips inside me, and my whimpers and whines get louder as my body demands more.
Steady, firm hands cup my hips and pull me closer. Teeth scrape and the rasp of Bash’s stubble burns as he thrusts his tongue deeper. His hands drag along my hips before they move under my thighs, and I call out as he pushes my legs into my chest and spreads me wide.
“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He stares at me from between my legs, his lips swollen and chin shiny with spit and slick.
“Bash,” I moan as I try to move, to take more, but he pins me there as he turns my body into a feast.
I clench as my cock pulses deep inside me, and I gasp as I fight to stave off my release. Heavy streams of slick leak from my slit as my core tightens, and Bash’s eyes snap to the drip of liquid.
It’s like no time at all has passed as he reads my body’s signals, but he doesn't let me fall over the edge. My panties are soaked as he slides them back in place, sticking to my body like a second skin as he releases my legs to fall against the bed.
“Come here,” he says as he moves to my mouth, tasting of slick and sex. The kiss feels significant—like coming home after so very long away, and I cling to him, hands and fingers grasping at anything I can get ahold of.
His shirt, his hair, arms and back and lower, wrapping my legs around him and gasping at the sensation of his cock rubbing against my thigh. He shifts until it presses against my hole, and I pull back to stare at his gorgeous face.
“Please?” I beg, rolling my body and wanting nothing more than for him to slip his shorts down and take me right now. It wouldn’t take much, and he knows it.
A few thrusts, maybe only one, and I’d be done.
“Patience,” he whispers back, driving his hips forward as he claims my mouth again. Our lips part in tandem as his tongue dips into my mouth, and we’re moving as one as he kisses me like he needs my taste to survive.
Like he’s missed me as much as I’ve missed him, and I can only pray that’s true.
His fingers tiptoe down my body, and he tears his mouth away as he rubs me through my soaked panties. I call out, spreading my knees and grinding against him as he shoves them aside and slips two fingers into my hole.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, thrusting into me as I fight to hold everything inside. “You’re trying not to come right now, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I admit in a shaky whisper.
“You always were so fucking sensitive,” he mutters as he kisses me and adds a third finger.
“You’re doing so good holding it back, princess,” he whispers as my body pulses. “Give me a few more minutes to enjoy this before you go, okay?”
It’s a fight to obey, but I give him a rough nod.
His fingers slide from my body and I ache with the emptiness, but he drags them through my slit and pushes them inside, tracing the shape of my cock.
“You’re so perfect.” He fingers me with practiced precision, feeling the way my muscles flex with the need to come. “So needy.”
His name leaves me again as I rock my hips and fuck myself on his fingers. My mouth falls open, slack from the pure bullets of pleasure that rip through my body, but before I can fall over the edge, he pulls out.
He doesn’t even blink as he grips my arms and lifts me from the bed. We swap places, and his back hits the mattress as he maneuvers my knees to either side of his head.
Steady hands circle my waist, leaving wet trails along the dips in my abdomen as he encourages me closer. Our eyes meet, and something heavy and terrifyingly intimate passes between us as he guides me to his mouth. The pleasure makes my head snap back, my voice strained as I call out.
My hips roll and my thighs tense, and his name becomes a chant as my body moves faster. His fingers pit my waist as he encourages me to ride him, and my cries get louder as everything winds tight.
Muscles tremble, my breath comes in pants, and my entire body tenses. My cock tries to push from my body, and my muscles quake as I fight to hold it inside.
He knows how much I love it.
The pressure.
The deep, throbbing pulses.
The drip of cum when I can’t take it any longer.
I lose all sense of rhythm as my spine arches. Nonsense spills from my lips—pleads for more and mindless calls of his name as my fingers weave into his hair. My inhibitions disappear as I soar, and in that moment, everything is replaced by pure, blinding pleasure.
There’s no pain or sadness, only the sensation of us together and the undeniable rightness of our bodies connected in this way.
Pressure and tension, coiling and swirling.
They burn me alive from the inside until I can’t handle it anymore, and when it finally breaks, his name is damn near a scream on my lips.