Chapter 33 #2
As her moans turn to pants, unable to catch her breath, and her thighs tighten around my neck, I know she is close.
The deviant part of me wants to edge her, make her work for her release, but right now, what I want more is to be inside her.
And my Leo gets to finish before I do, always, so I give her what she needs.
Slipping two fingers into her warm pussy, a single stroke, a single curl has her convulsing and releasing into my mouth.
“Everett!” She screams my name.
I pull my fingers out and circle her release over her sensitive flesh then bring them up to her mouth.
“Taste yourself, Leo. Taste what I taste. Taste how fucking decadent you are.”
She opens for me, and I slide my wet fingers over her tongue. She swirls it around them, lapping up her release.
“It’s addicting, isn’t it? You are my drug. My undoing.”
She whimpers at my words, and her eyes fall closed in ecstasy.
And I can’t help my hand as it wraps around her throat and squeezes slightly, but then I feel her scar under my hand.
The image of her bruises flash in my mind.
The one her mother gave her so long ago and it slams into me like a tidal wave.
The position I have her in. The memories.
I quickly remove my hand and fly off the bed. “Fuck, Leo. I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I didn’t think…”
I grip my hair in my hands, fuck. Over the years, my tastes have become darker. But I have to remember who is beneath me. Her trauma and healing is more important than any of my desires. I don’t want to scare her.
She comes up to me and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands back to her face, she guides them down to her throat. I gently caress her skin, running my thumb over her scar.
“It’s okay, Ev. I’m okay. It took a while, but my memories don’t scare me anymore. You can be a little rough. I know my safe word.”
She astounds me. Her bravery, her resilience, her strength. She is everything I’ve wanted to be and more.
“Say it.”
“Phoenix.” A whisper that breaks the chains on my control.
I don’t hesitate.
I hold her hostage with my hand around her throat, keeping the force enough for her to breathe and slowly back her into the bed, pushing her and letting her fall back.
I unzip my jeans and pull them down just enough to pull myself out. I crawl onto the bed and I line myself up with her. In one thrust, I’m home.
She gasps and her eyes roll backwards. A long moan leaves her throat and I feel the vibration of her pleasure against my palm.
My head falls back. “Ohh fuck.” It’s a growl that release involuntarily at the feel of her wrapped around me once again. I dream I have craved for years, finally coming into reality.
I grip the sheets next to her curls as I soak in her. Letting myself savor the feel of her around me again. Her hips circle, chasing friction, and I deny her. I stay still. If I move right now, I’ll fucking combust, and I need this to last. I will not rush finally coming home to her.
“Ev—” she whines, biting her lip, demanding movement, needing me…and I can’t deny her desperate plea.
I thrust in and out, slow then fast, and then I give her what I know she needs.
I bring my fingers to her clit and circle it slowly. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I know that she’s close. She was always so sensitive, and I fucking love it.
I continue to tease her with my fingers, keeping pace, not slowing or speeding up. “Sing for me, pretty bird. Let me see you burn.”
That’s all it takes.
The grip she has on me is spiritual, unlike anything that should be allowed to exist on this fucked-up planet. I pull out before I release inside her and coat her soft, scared belly.
My grip releases her throat, and she takes a full breath in, muscles still quaking under me and around me. I lean over her and kiss her swollen lips. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you burn, little phoenix.”
I get off the bed and pull my pants up, zipping them again. I make my way to her bathroom and dampen a washcloth that I find under her sink then come back and clean her. When I go into the small kitchen, I note that she will need to move in with me because I cannot cook in a kitchen like this.
Walking back into her room after getting her a glass of water, I find her sitting up, knees clenched to her chest. It seems my brave little phoenix comes out to play when she wants my cock, but my timid pretty bird is here now.
Probably lost in guilt and regret in that self-destructive little head of hers.
“Don’t run from me, Leo. Talk to me. We cannot repeat the same mistakes. Here.”
I hand her the glass of water, and she takes it from me. When she takes a small sip, she tries to hand it back, but I give her a look that says more, and she rolls her eyes.
“You didn’t used to be this bossy.”
“Shit happened. I changed.”
I didn’t mean it to hurt, but I can see the sting my comment left on her heart. But she complies, taking another drink, drinking down half this time.
“I don’t know what to say.” She’s running the pad of her finger against the rim of the glass. Her nervous tick.
“We can figure that all out tomorrow.”
Confusion envelopes her face as she looks me in the eyes now. “You’re not leaving?”
“Fuck no. You’d have to carry me out in a body bag to get me to leave you right now. No, I’m going to hold you, and you are going to sleep. And tomorrow, we are going to talk about our family and how we re-build.”
She is silent for a moment. Then, as always, she relents. “Okay.”