CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2
And then he kept going, lower, slower, until his breath was hovering over my nipples, sending tiny ripples of goosebumps across my flushed skin. He took one hardened peak into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking with deliberate pressure that sent lightning bolts straight to my core.
His tongue circled, flicking and teasing until I was arching into him, a desperate moan tearing from my throat.
When he moved to the other breast, the cool air against my wet nipple only heightened every sensation before he enveloped it in that same scorching heat, all while his fingers traced featherlight patterns up my inner thigh.
He kissed his way down the trembling plane of my stomach, leaving a glistening trail that cooled against my fevered skin.
His tongue dipped into my navel, a brief, wicked promise of what was to come.
Strong hands with long fingers spread my thighs wider, the slight pressure of his thumbs against the tender flesh making me quiver.
I could feel his breath against my pussy, the anticipation alone nearly pushing me over the edge.
He paused his eyes locking with mine as his fingers traced the outline of my slit, gathering the evidence of my need. The teasing pressure was maddening, deliberate torture that had me almost writhing beneath him, my hips lifting in silent supplication.
And then he finally lowered his mouth.
His tongue was magic, the flat of it pressing firmly against my pussy before he used the tip to circle my throbbing clit. He took his time, savoring me, his lips closing around my clit as he sucked me into his mouth. I was thrashing, my hands gripping the sheets, my hips grinding against his face.
I could feel my orgasm building, my body tightening, but he pulled back, leaving me panting and desperate.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice rough with need, the kind that coiled low in my belly and made my pussy clench all over again.
He tore off his drawers before he teased his way back up my body.
His lips crashed against mine, forcing me to taste the evidence of my own arousal, our bodies fusing in a tangle of limbs.
Desperate with need, I wrapped my fingers around him.
His cock was a masterpiece, thick and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum as it strained against my hand.
He seized my trembling legs and wrenched them apart, exposing my dripping pussy to the cool air. As he positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked onto me with such fierce possession I couldn't breathe.
“You ready for me, wife?” he questioned, his voice low and rough, the word wife rolling off his tongue like a promise.
“I need you inside me.”
He grinned, his dimple appearing, running the tip of his cock along my slit, teasing my entrance.
I moaned, the sound high and desperate, hips lifting off the bed as I tried to chase it. “Don’t tease me.”
He chuckled and then pushed inside. I gasped out in pain and pleasure as he entered me, a burning stretch in the most delicious way.
“Fuck!” I cried out, my nails digging into his back. I knew he was big, and I still underestimated how full I would feel. I glanced down, breathing through the new sensation, and saw he wasn’t all the way in it.
“You—.”
“Shh, I got you,” he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring as he thrust the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt, my body stretching to accommodate him.
“Alaric!” I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
He groaned, the sound low and primal as he settled inside me. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
His hands gripped my hips as he began to move, slow and steady, his cock sliding in and out. My body adjusted, the sting of pain melting into a mind-numbing pleasure. I moaned, head falling back against the pillows, my body rising to meet his thrusts.
“Harder,” I begged, voice trembling.
He stopped, lifting my legs over his toned arms before driving into me with a force that made me scream. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice rough with pleasure. “Take every fucking inch of it, Fos mu.”
His gaze never wavered; a silent reassurance that we were in this together. His hands were everywhere, he was everywhere, and I couldn’t think straight. His fingers dug into my hips, his grip hard enough to leave bruises, and I loved it.
I whimpered as he pulled out slowly, teasing me, making me feel every inch of him. Then he pushed back in just as slow.
“Alaric,” I moaned, my voice shaking, my body already on the edge. “Fuck me, please, just fuck me harder.”
He chuckled darkly, one hand wrapping around my throat as he obliged.
“Yes,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back as he fucked me like he was trying to carve his name into my insides, each brutal thrust stealing my breath until I couldn't form words—just desperate sounds that tore from my throat.
I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, the sound filthy. I was so wet could feel it dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath us.
“Fuck, you’re going to ruin me,” he groaned, his voice strained, his hips moving faster, harder, my thighs trembling violently as he pinned me down and his grip tightened, making my pussy clench.
The pleasure built like a tsunami that was about to destroy me and had me seeing stars. I was gasping, trembling, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping me from drowning.
I came so hard I thought I’d black out, my nails digging into his skin, my scream of pleasure muffled against his chest. He didn’t stop fucking me, driving me through it, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over until I was sobbing, begging him to stop, to never stop as I came again, not quite as hard.
Then he groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside me. I felt him pulse, and I moaned, my body still shaking, still clinging to him and trying to remember how to breathe properly.
“Selene,” he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, just lay there, panting, feeling his cum dripping out of me, knowing I’d never forget this.
“Give me fifteen,” he murmured. “Then you’re going to ride me.”
A shiver went down my spine so hard my toes curled.
“Fifteen? That’s all you need?”
He chuckled against my mouth, smug and wicked. “For you? I might only need ten.”
My face heated, part pride, part yes, please ruin me again.
He pushed up onto an elbow, still inside me for a second before slipping out, and the loss made me gasp. His gaze flicked down, taking in the messy evidence of what we’d just done. Something dark and satisfied passed through his eyes.
He reached for his glass on the nightstand and took a slow sip before offering it to me. Glass against my lips, his fingers steady at my chin. I tasted the warmth, the bite, and the burn. He watched every second, like the sight alone made him hard again.
A soft, throbbing ache pulsed between my thighs when I shifted, and I felt the warm trickle of something else slide down my inner thigh, leaving a crimson trail against my flushed skin.
I tensed involuntarily.
His hooded gaze caught the telltale sign instantly. There was no discomfort in those eyes. He set the drink aside and then pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of my swollen mouth, tilting my face up to look at him.
"Selene," he said softly, my name a caress on his lips, "you gave me something no one else ever has. There's nothing about that you should hide from me or feel ashamed of."
Then he slid off the bed, gloriously naked, unhurried, and completely unselfconscious, his silky dark hair sexily messed, muscles rippling beneath inked, bronzed skin, his ass just as toned.
My own hair was all over the place. I didn’t want to imagine what my make-up looked like. I was smoothing the strands down when he returned from the marble basin, wash towel in hand, eyes immediately finding mine.
Moonlight cast silver shadows across his sculpted form. He settled beside me like it was the most natural thing in the world, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.
“Leave it,” he said softly, pulling my hand away. His gaze dragged over my messy hair, my swollen lips, my naked body, and something in his expression softened in a way he’d never let anyone else see. “Selene… beautiful doesn’t cover it. You’re everything.”
Everything.
No one had ever called me anything close to that.
I felt… exposed. Laid bare in a way that had nothing to do with the sex.
I lowered my gaze, trying to gather the pieces of myself back together, but it was useless.
The truth settled in with a terrifying kind of clarity.
I wanted him to see me that way. I wanted to believe him.
His touch was gentle as a whisper as he wiped away proof of what we'd just crossed together. He held me open with a sure hand, cleaning me carefully, reverently, like it mattered.
Alaric..." I trailed off, heat flooding my cheeks. "I can do this myself, Jesus."
He shook his head. "Every part of you is mine to take care of." His voice was velvet-rough, possessive in a way that made my stomach flutter.
"How do you feel?" he asked after setting the damp towel aside, the pad of his thumb brushing that sensitive hollow where my thigh trembled beneath his touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
"I'm sore," I admitted, “But I feel... good."
The word seemed inadequate for the delicious ache between my thighs, the lingering fullness that reminded me of every thrust.
He eased a strong hand down the curve of my hip, then lower, testing—gentle, his fingertips grazing the swollen, sensitive folds of my pussy with a reverence that made me dizzy, lightly circling my clit.
I inhaled sharply, the cool air burning my lungs, not from pain, but Just molten, liquid want pooling between my legs. He felt my body respond, that tiny involuntary arch of my spine, that soft whimper that escaped my parted lips before I could trap it behind my teeth.
"You're still so wet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise as he leaned over me, warm lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Good thing I'm already halfway there."
My heart thudded against my ribs like a caged animal. Heat coiled low in my belly, tightening with each breath, intensifying the aching need to climb on top of him exactly the way he'd promised. Maybe I could get him to wrap his hand around my throat again.
Fifteen minutes suddenly felt like a lifetime.