Chapter 55 #2
"I love the way you take what you want," he said, his voice soft and rumbling. "Rather than waiting for it to be handed to you. You go out and find it."
I groaned, his words and touch stroking me inside and out.
His fingers worked in circles, causing the pressure in my pelvic floor to increase as I tightened my muscles, grasping at the empty space he'd yet to fill.
Then he slipped a finger inside of me.
I rocked against his hand, grinding against the heel of his hand as he found that spot inside of me that sent explosions of energy through me. I could feel the connection from the outside of my body to the inside, a vibrancy radiating through every cell in my body.
"More," I groaned out.
He slipped another finger into me, stretching me in a subtle, supple way.
It was more, but it wasn't enough.
"I love looking at your beautiful, strong body." He pumped his fingers inside of me. "I love the way you react when I touch you. I love the sounds you make, the way you move, and the way you look at me when I give you everything you desire."
That pressure in me was swelling, tightening, but it wasn't enough. I didn't just want his fingers; I wanted all of him. I wanted him to split me open and connect with me in a way that could only be found by locking our bodies together as one.
"I need you inside me," I groaned. "I need more."
He let out a growl.
He flipped us over, and I was underneath him, but not in the way I wanted. In one swift motion, he dove beneath my legs, hooking my knees over his shoulders so that my heels were against his back, his fingers never losing their place inside of me.
He licked me in an unhurried motion, root to stem, causing me to rock my head back with the motion and cry out at the sudden assault of pleasure as he continued to stroke my channel.
"I love the way you taste," he continued, his lips brushing against mine as I rocked my hips up against his words. "I love the way you desire me. I could smell it on you; even when you weren't sure who I was, you still craved me."
Then he dove back in, consuming me.
He licked, sucked, devoured, stroked, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to bring me up the spiraling waves of energy to a cascading peak of explosive pleasure.
I gripped the bed, digging my fingers into the soft fabric. My hips lifted in the air. His hand gripped my ass. His fingers stroked inside of me. His tongue delved in between my folds, circling.
I tilted my head back and cried out his name as stars exploded behind my eyelids, universes contracting and expanding as my breath carried me forward.
He licked me gently as my hips twitched, slowly removing his fingers. Then he kissed my inner thighs, wiping his cheeks against them before unhooking my legs from his shoulders and shifting upwards and to the side.
He lay next to me, wrapped his arms around me, cradling me against his chest.
"I love the way you smile. You threaten everyone around you with your joy," he murmured.
I giggled at the description.
It had taken me a while to realize that smiling with my teeth was threatening, and even then, I still did it anyway. It was that part of me that got excited by inciting trouble.
He shifted so his hips pressed against the back of my thighs.
His tentacles wrapped around my legs as his hard length slid between my knees.
The tentacles began reaching, grasping at my thighs, searching for my opening.
They were too low, so instead, they just caressed my skin, rippling shivers of excitement as they brushed along my sensitive skin, massaging and tantalizing with touch.
"I love the way you delight in causing chaos, but still wish the best for others," he murmured, the beautiful tones of his voice amplified by the deep vibrations in his chest.
"I love the way you see me," I murmured back, wiggling my body against his to shift myself down along his body. I needed him inside me. "Don't make me wait anymore."
He chuckled and half rolled on top of me, supporting his weight with his forearms, but allowing just enough of his body to lean down on me to keep me pinned underneath him. His hard length pressed against the inside of my thigh, his heat burning against me. It was so close.
"I'll make you wait as long as I want to," he growled, lifting up and bending at the waist so that he could nuzzle his mouth against the side of my ear.
He pushed my face to the side, exposing my neck.
His lips traced a sensitive trail along my throat.
I lifted my chin higher, turning my face away as I gave in to the sensation of his touch.
He shifted his hips, dragging his length high along my thigh as his osae wrapped and unwrapped around my legs.
"I am going to mark you now," he said, his teeth brushing against the juncture of my neck to my shoulder. "Your osae will support you and heal you."
"Mark me?" I asked.
"Bite," he replied succinctly. "To show everyone that you are mine and mine alone."
"Yeeeess," I groaned, lifting my hips to try to reach for the thick rod probing my thighs, moving closer and closer. "Do it!"
I felt his hot breath against my neck.
He shifted his hips again so that his body was fully in between my legs, pushing them apart, and I felt the head of his manhood press against my opening.
I tried to open my legs wider to welcome him in, but his mating tentacles found me.
One of them slipped inside me past his tip, drawing out my wetness before withdrawing and smearing it around my opening, adding to my slickness with their own before wrapping around my clit and pulsing against it.
I gasped in pleasure and lifted my hips again.
He thrust.
He pierced me, opened me, and filled me as he slid into me.
His teeth clamped down, and I felt a sudden stab of pain overwhelmed by the ecstasy of the moment.
His thick intrusion made me feel utterly complete, filled with every inch as he pushed deep into me.
I reached my hands around to his back, sliding my hands down.
My osae moved with my hands, curling around the back of his legs, slipping down to caress his balls from the back.
He growled against my neck, then withdrew as far as his gripping mating tentacles allowed.
"More!" I demanded. "Harder!"
He utterly demolished me.
He pounded me into the ground, thrusting like a wild animal as he mounted and rode me into oblivion.
The only thing that existed was the powerful motions of our bodies together.
The hard slap of his balls against my skin, my own gasps, pressed out of me with the relentless plunging of his relentless hard dicking.
It felt like it went on for hours, the unending smooth ride of his body writhing on top of my own to bring together a delicious friction of movement.
Energy swirled up my body, clenching and squeezing as I reached an epic orgasm that shook my very belief in the nature of reality.
I screamed his name, clawing at his back.
I shattered into pieces, rebuilding myself with brilliant gold lace, pulling apart and coming back together like a breath of wind swirling my soul into a tornado of utter and complete ecstasy.
He thrust deep into me, his osae locking hard around my hips, gripping us tight together as his heat filled me, accompanied by a loud snarl.
I felt his hard length twitch inside of me, the pulsing of our bodies gripping and tugging at each other as we relaxed together in the connection of released tension.
He shifted his weight to the side again so he wasn't crushing me and pulled his teeth free from my neck before gently licking it.
I felt lightheaded, in the euphoric well fucked way rather than the blood lust way.
I reached up to touch my neck where he had bitten me and found unbroken skin with a new, rough scaring - had I really healed that quickly?
I glanced over to see him smiling at me, his teeth fully exposed.
They were monstrous fangs.
I grinned back.
He could have ripped my damn throat out with those things. What the fuck was I thinking when I told him he could bite me?
"I love how you trust me," he murmured.
"I love that you fucking earned it," I replied.