19. Avery
AVERY
He’s so big. I knew. I have eyes. But I didn’t know how it would feel, and now he’s there, in me, it’s heaven. Like we’re joined permanently, and my body goes tingly, ravenous for more. He withdraws a bit, then slides in again.
I breathe through the spike of discomfort as he kisses me and strokes my side with each time he slowly eases in and out, as though he’s soothing every spike of pain from his too-large self.
His tongue is in my mouth, his hand at my breast, and his cock deep inside me, I feel entirely taken over.
I try to touch him, explore in as many places as I can. Try to feel the lines of his tattoos. But that’s not what I can feel. Instead, it’s scars. A history of risk and danger and protection of his family and territory. Of what’s his.
I long to tell him the secrets of my heart. That I love him, that I could burst with how happy I am to be in his arms, and so close to him.
“You’re taking my cock so well,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Such a good girl for me.”
Tilting my hips experimentally, I get him deeper and that’s even better. Not least because Kill makes an agonised sound, and speeds up.
“Avery.” He slides his palm from my breast, up my shoulder, and spans my neck, pausing there. He’s so overwhelming. And it’s complete trust to let him hold me like this, pinned, his hand at my throat. But he’s earned it. I know he’d never hurt me.
Then his hand is in my hair, dragging my head back to allow his mouth access as he kisses over my jaw, around my ear, and down my sensitive neck. I gasp as sensation trembles from his soft lips and sandpaper stubble.
And all the while, he’s pistoning into me. My nipples rub against his chest, and the sound of his breathing—heavy—and mine—fast—fills the room.
But he’s controlled. Calculated. And I need him to be as swept away as I am.
“You’re so wet and tight for me, love.” He sucks on my throat and I whine, digging my fingers into his muscled back.
“For you,” I echo. Because it’s only ever been him.
“Mine.” Then his head pulls up, and his eyes are hard and demanding as he releases my hair and strokes down my body, before cramming his fingers between us, where he’s thrusting into me. A smile tugs at his lips as he finds my clit.
And I can see suddenly how he’s restraining himself. How he’s making this good for me by holding back.
“Kill.” The word is breathy. My brain is full of him, but even as he begins to run his fingers over my clit, I’m determined to have more of him. Not just orgasm from him, like that evening he barged into my room. No, I want mutual destruction. Bliss that crashes together.
His brows flick together in momentary concern. “Yes.”
“Fuck me like you own me.”
He groans in response. “You shouldn’t say things like that, love.”
“I mean it.” I want to be his, and I want to experience everything that would mean. To be possessed by this man who I love so entirely.
“You’ll end me, you know that?” he says with a tortured laugh, but then he’s shifted over me, and he rears up until he’s knelt on the bed. Still inside me, and I’m spread before him, my bottom on his lap and my shoulders on the bed.
His smile is downright wicked as he holds my hips and thrusts.
I scream, or yelp, or some sort of noise is ejected from my mouth as pure pleasure is shoved into me by his cock.
It’s a different angle, and yes, oh my. I haven’t got words.
The only part I can touch of him is his knees, so I grip them as best I can.
“You like that, huh?” And his tone is smug as he does it again. The effect is the same, and I’m helpless, clawing, my whole brain taken over by how he’s inside me. Filling me.
He throws his head back and thrusts again and again, and I lose my mind. I didn’t think it could be any better than when he licked me, but it is. It’s different, but special. Like the roll of an ocean tide rather than a fast-flowing river. More powerful.
“I need to be deeper in you,” he grits out, and before I can respond, he’s grabbed my thigh and brought it up, lifting so my ankle is on his shoulder.
He kisses the arch of my foot, soft and affectionate, before shoving back into me hard, and I spasm with it, the pleasure so good, and so on the brink, it’s almost unbearable.
“That’s it. Can you come on my cock like a good girl? I want to feel you break for me.” His hand goes to where he’s ramming into me. His thumb makes contact with my clit, and I ignite. “Go on, give it to me.”
I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
My eyes roll back as bliss strikes me.
“No.” His voice is an unyielding demand. “Look at me.”
I force my eyes open and onto his face as I’m rocked with the climax that’s a full, head-to-toe earthquake. He’s still circling my clit with his thumb, and it flares new pleasure into me, my whole body pulsing.
“That’s so good, love. You feel amazing.” And he doesn’t look away from my face, watching me ravenously, as though taking in the sight of me coming is as good as his own climax. As though he would keep doing this forever, just for the satisfaction of having me clench around him.
Because I do. Even with how big he is, my pussy holds onto his length, and that feels even better. Brighter. Like the pleasure is erupting from him, not just from my clit.
He eats me up with his eyes as I shake helplessly.
“Beautiful. That’s what happens when you’re mine, love. Coming so sweetly for me. My good girl.”
It’s intimacy, and vulnerability. I’m completely at his mercy.
And I’m destroyed. I’m liquid, as well as sparks. Water and fire, not solid at all.
“Kill,” I murmur.
At his name on my lips, something dark snaps across his face. Savage.
He grabs my hips in both hands, and the breath is punched out of me as he holds me tight enough to bruise and crashes us together again.
And he’s deep inside me, so it’s a thud right up against the interior organs he’s shoving aside.
My breasts jiggle, and I can’t even hold onto anything. Our skin slaps together.
I’m used, and adored, and worshipped by this man.
He unashamedly works me on his cock, using me, exactly as I asked him to. Like I’m his.
His to pleasure, and his to break, and fuck until we’re both destroyed.
“Avery,” he snarls. “Love.” He doesn’t take his green eyes from me for a second as his expression goes animalistic. Wild. His teeth bared, all his focus on me.
I didn’t think it was possible, but he swells further, and then I see him shatter. He buries himself deep into me, and I could swear I can feel his cock twitching and the pressure of him sending jet after jet into me. Filling me up even more. Making me his.
And I’m gleeful. I did this. I made him fall apart, his perfect face scrunched.
He’s gorgeous, even as his brow creases with the intensity.
He’s unbelievable, and in that moment, he belongs to me.
No distraction, no excuse, no one else watching.
It’s just him, and me, and the way we fit together perfectly.
He’s mine as he stares into my eyes and shudders with the ecstasy he found in my body. With me.
“Kill.” I reach for him, suddenly desperate to have his skin on mine, to have him as close as we can be. Him on top of me, heavy and comforting. A warm, weighted blanket of my favourite person in the world. Slightly murderous person, admittedly, but we don’t judge.
And he groans as he yields, letting me tug him to me.
For a second he takes my breath away with his heat and strength and bulk above me.
Then he pulls me with him, seamlessly moving my legs so one of my thighs is over his hip, and we’re face to face, on our sides.
He’s still mostly inside me, although he’s slipped out just enough that his come is leaking out, a warm gush that I should be embarrassed about, but am only stupidly proud.
I made him fall apart. Lose control. Claim me. Come inside me.
I’m lying partly on his arm, and he scoops me closer as he scans my face.
“At last,” he murmurs hoarsely. With his upper hand he smooths his hand down my face, sweeping my hair back, and those green eyes are mossy. Soft. Loving. “My love.”
Then he’s holding the back of my head firmly and kissing me like he’s starving for me. Still.