Chapter 9
Chapter nine
Nadia’s heart is beating wildly in my hand, her pulse is directly beneath my fingers with my thumb feathering on the other side of her neck—preventing her from moving again. Not while I’m starving for her, not when she’s squirming on my lap and every brain cell I have has taken a sudden vacation.
I want her, I need her. I…fuck, I’m so gone.
Crushing my lips to hers again, our foreheads meet with the same level of desperation, all while I grind my hips against her ass.
Rough gasps of breath rush through my nose, fighting the eagerness pulling me apart, so I don’t make some rookie-ass mistake and pass out on the girl I’d conquer empires for.
For years I’ve told everyone brave enough to ask who she belonged to, who I needed more than the blood coursing through my veins; truthfully?
I belong to her. She sank her claws into me a long time ago, back when she told me to kick rocks, as if she isn’t the earth beneath them, knocking me off my feet.
Here she is again, coiling her constricting chains around me—capturing my love, my mind, my soul.
The second she opens her lush lips, I dive in.
Tongue slipping into the heat of her mouth, tasting her silent pleading, teasing her until she whines and the vibration tickles my palm.
I can’t stop myself from kissing her, slow and deep, the way I plan to for the rest of our lives as I hold her in place by her thin neck.
Controlling the moment because the second I let her go, a new kind of blaze will scorch the both of us.
“R…rey.” My name’s a desperate breath stolen from my mouth that she inhales.
“What… what is it, sweetheart?”
Please don’t talk. It will break me if this ends.
When words fail her, she answers me by rocking her curvy hips back and forth instead—I’m about to lose my fucking mind.
As needy as I am for her, seeking and silently begging for the very thing her mouth is too shy to ask for, I have to hear her say it.
Not only because I want to make sure she’s as hungry for me as I am for her, but because it strokes my ego a little bit and makes me hard as fuck when her mouth is filthy.
“Mmm, words, Nadia. Tell me what you’re hunting for; wiggling around like that.”
Stopping her motions, my free hand dips under her shirt and slides up to her waist, the ghost of her rib bone firm and unforgiving under my roughened fingertips.
She doesn’t answer, not yet, but we will work on that—she will learn to beg.
And plead. And scream before I let her out of this fucking car.
It might have been a few years since we lost our virginities to one another but I’ve done my research—studied a darker side of pleasure that she seems to like, given the way she’s rutting on my lap.
After everything, I still discover something new about her that convinces the heavens made her specifically for me.
We’ll learn all sorts of things together—deviant.
“Come on, sweetheart. If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop and we both know that’s not what you want, now is it?”
“N…nuh,” she protests with a pout.
“Wordssss, Nadia,” I warn, sliding my hand higher, around her ribcage to tease the swell of her under-bust. Her delicious nipples pebbling under her bra once I decide to tease one and brush my thumb over it. Right when she’s starting to slip, I stop and she whines.
“M…more, please. I…”
There we go, I almost prompt her for more but I’ll wait. Giving her space, I wait for her to put her head back on straight; expecting her to tell me she’s mine and she wants this as much as I do. That she will run away with me and never look back.
“Want you. It’s been so, so long.”
“That so? You mean to tell me, you’ve waited for me like I’ve waited for you?” Tilting, my nose brushes the edge of her jawline, roaming up to her ear to hear me clearly the next time I speak.
“Yessss. I’ve waited. Couldn’t…couldn’t let anyone else touch me. M…made my skin crawl.”
“Mmmhm, what else? Tell me everything, Nadia. What I’ve missed these years and I don’t mean our dates, the nights we would hang out and do nothing but watch dry-TV, or your public life. I want your deep thoughts, sweetheart. Each and every one of them.”
“Kaleb—I couldn’t. Never. I tried once, thinking of you and it, it felt wrong. You. I…”
“Couldn’t what?”
Easing my fingers under her bra, she goes rigid but I squeeze the sides of her neck to calm her. She’s doing so good, I need the rest of what she’s trying to say. The faster, the better, because I’m about to lose my load before ever getting inside of her.
“Touch myself.” Nadia answers and her skin flames—blushing.
I stop immediately, looking at her in absolute awe at her confession. Admiring and feral at the same damn time. Technically, what I’m about to do is manipulative, she’s under the influence of endorphins and lust, but I know what’s in my Diabolica’s heart.
“Run away with me.” I whisper into her ear, my fingers catch a nipple and pinch—still as sensitive as ever, her hips bucking, seeking relief.
She’s always liked a little pain, and while it surprised me at first, I now know why.
My girl finds solace in feeling the hole in her chest disappear when pain erupts across her sweet skin, craving the release from life, and responsibility even if it’s only for a moment.
She has trauma, her mother leaving, a broken childhood, a piece of shit father—this helps her process in a healthy way before she’s allowed to forget.
Finally, words slip past her trembling lips and make me unfathomably happy.
“O-okay. I’ll run away with you.”
Not requiring anything else, my hand leaves her throat to grab her chin, where I can kiss her again.
All of my love pours into it, every brush of my tongue giving her a taste of just how much she completes me.
My opposite hand is on a mission, fisting the front of her bra and yanking it down until it catches under her breast. Her hardening nipples lift the black fabric enough where the moonlight catches on them through the windshield.
Ravenously, I pull away from her lips and yank her shirt up.
I need to see them—those dusky pink peaks I’ve not tasted in years.
Throwing her shirt into the passenger seat, my mouth is on her, drawing the left into the heat, and swirling my tongue around it.
Her whimpers are music to my ears. Soft huffs join them when she works to push her chest closer to me and dig her fingers into my cropped hair.
Yesssss, sweetheart.
Scraping my teeth over her sensitive flesh, her nipple pops free.
The other’s already waiting for the same treatment, which I won't deny her when she’s being so good for me.
This time she groans, a muted thud providing backdrop when her head tilts to the window behind her.
I swap back and forth a few times, kissing along the upper swell and delivering bites at random, forcing her skin to pucker with both anger and lust.
“Unbutton your shorts, and lift up.”
Unraveling my arms, I shoulder off my jacket, practically ripping my shirt off next. Inch after inch of caramel colored skin contrasts her paler flesh in the cosmic light. Right as she lifts, I’m unbuckling my belt and driving down my zipper—too excited, too desperate for her.
I hook my fingers behind the waistband of her shorts within seconds, impatient as ever to have her wrapped around my cock, but I’m not so bold to yank them and jerk her around the car’s small interior.
Guiding them down the long lines of her legs, I fling them to the side where they join our shirts on the other seat–burning me alive when she rests her bare ass on my lap again.
Fuckin’ hell.
The way she tastes resides in a memory, and will remain there, for now.
Without enough room for me to lay her out, I’ll have to wait before I can spread her wide enough to feast on her until her cries pierce my ears.
To top it off, she also doesn’t have the space to swallow me down the way I fucking love—we’ll have plenty of time later.
Right now is about stoking this inferno, making her come all over my cock, and weld her to me once and for all.
This time, she kisses me—taking matters into her own hands—thrusting her tongue into my mouth with greed. Containing my chuckle is a fool's errand when it rumbles and evolves into something more primal, my hand sliding down the front of her underwear to find her wet and throbbing.
Jesus Christ.
“Mmm, sweetheart, that’s exactly what I was hoping for. Fucking drenched.”
Nadia tries to pop off, probably a smart-ass retort, but I catch her before she’s able to.
Easing two fingers into her, I revel like a fucking king when she moans and tightens around them.
If she thinks clamping down is going to stop me, she has another thing coming.
Especially when my fingers curl up into the soft, spongy, spot behind her pubic bone that makes her tremble.
At some point, she wound an arm behind my neck for leverage.
Her sharp nails begin to dig into the shoulder cap with every stroke of her g-spot.
It’s delicious, the pain–a weak bite through the muscle spurring me on rather than slowing my touch.
Between the lines, however, it reminds me how beautifully she’s going to come apart for me.
How she will show me that pleasure-drunken side she’s reserved for me, and me alone.
Then, beneath it all, she’s still her. All fight, barely any play, and when she does bloom, she’s dangerous.
Even I’m not safe because living on the edge is exactly what we both thirst for.