Chapter 30 #3
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. This is good.” I rolled my hips, trying to position him where I needed him.
“Is there something you need?” His hands gripped my hips, stilling them.
I growled in frustration. “If you can’t tell what I need, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”
His palm smacked my ass, the crack reverberating through me.
Two things happened at once. Fen froze, and I let out a guttural moan. The snap of pain quickly turned into a pleasurable burn, making my insides molten. It was so good. How was it so good?
“Hot,” I whispered.
Fen’s expression went from worried to heated in a blink. He massaged the place where he’d hit me. “Do you want to play the brat? To sass me until I put you over my knee and spank you?” Another strike, this time on the opposite cheek.
Something clenched deep inside me at his words. “For someone who is supposed to be able to tell what people feel, you ask a lot of questions.” I didn’t know where the words came from, they tumbled out of my mouth without thought.
He spanked me twice more, each strike harder than the last and I nearly tipped over the edge again. His eyes narrowed. “It’s not a punishment if you like it. Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you. Maybe I should leave you like this to think about what you’ve done.” The stern edge to his tone made me shiver.
“No, please. I’ll be good. Please, fuck me. Please.” I pawed at his chest.
Rolling us again until I was back underneath him, he hitched one of my legs up and thrust into me in one brutal stroke.
I gasped and squirmed, trying to accommodate him. He was bigger than Colt. I’d never been so full; I could almost feel him in my throat.
“Or maybe I should fuck you hard until you beg me for mercy.” One of his hands wove into my hair, grabbing a handful and forcing me to look at him. He otherwise stayed still, his cock lodged deep inside of me as I adjusted.
The initial sting faded, replaced with the urge to move. I squirmed, but the weight of him pinned me in place. “Yes, please.”
He groaned at my plea. Pulling out, he thrust back in, watching my face carefully.
When I answered him with a moan, he picked up the pace, fucking me just like he’d promised.
His hips snapped against mine at a punishing pace, and with every thrust he hit a spot deep inside me that had me clenching around him.
My next orgasm came on fast and hard, but he didn’t stop.
He fucked me through it, grounding me with a small tug on my hair.
My legs trembled and my heart raced as my pleasure climbed again. I’d come twice already. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“Please. Oh, Gods. Please. I can’t—” I begged, just like he told me I would.
“You can. And you will.” He reached between us until his fingers found my clit. “Come for me again. Come with me.”
I couldn’t have resisted even if I wanted to. My body was at his command. Another climax built, somehow higher than the last two.
The pace of his thrusts went wild, and our Death Chord roared to life as we both came with a shout.
I heard it ringing clearly over our pants, the two familiar notes now joined by a third.
Its vibrations worked their way through my limbs and brought tears to my eyes.
I’d never felt so close to him. It was as if our souls were wrapped around each other.
“Are you okay?” he asked, kissing my temple.
Nodding, I closed my eyes, a blissful smile tugging at my mouth. I winced when he pulled out but didn’t move.
“I’ll be right back.” His weight disappeared from the bed. A few minutes later the mattress dipped, and his hand was on my leg. He cleaned me with a warm wet cloth and then managed to maneuver us both under the covers until we lay together, my head on his chest, his arms around me.
I relaxed into his hold, warm and sleepy.
“Was I too rough?” He sounded anxious.
“No. It was perfect.” I smiled into his chest.
“Good. I never want to hurt you, Maeve.”
“What if I want you to?” The pleasure I’d felt when he spanked me had startled me, but it was undeniable. I didn’t want him to hold back next time or stop.
“I have no problem spanking you, but we’ll need to be careful to stay within your limits. We can talk about it later, when we’re more clearheaded.” He stroked a hand up and down my back.
I snuggled into him, more satisfied than I’d ever been. My encounters with Colt had never made me feel this good. I’d been so focused on pleasing him I’d neglected my own pleasure. We’d been young and inexperienced. Fen was not. He’d put my pleasure first, finding his own within it.
A familiar swooping sensation in my stomach made me open my eyes.
I’d felt it with Colt, too, though not nearly as strong.
I’d fallen for Fen. Not because of the sex.
I’d fallen for him before that, but I’d been too scared to admit it.
Here in the quiet, in the comfort of his arms, I realized I’d already passed the point of no return.
As I stared into the fire, all I could do was pray I could trust him with my heart.