Chapter 10 Darkness Rising #2
I’m questioning my own identity. Who the fuck am I and who the fuck is he? The only thing that’s clear is how much I ache for every part of him, desperately needing it all.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice dripping with satisfaction as his thick fingers slip inside me.
With each thrust of his fingers, he brushes his thumb against my clit and my pleasure intensifies.
I reach down to grip his hair, but he abruptly pushes my hand away.
As he pinches my sensitive nipple, a jolt of pain sends me spiraling, making it difficult to see clearly.
Each moan and cry of his name leaves my voice growing more ragged and fragmented, the ecstasy overwhelming me as I come undone on his mouth and fingers.
The aftershocks of the orgasm leave me breathless, moans pouring from me in a continuous stream.
His eyes melt into mine as my body trembles with waves of pleasure, my moans slowly fading away. Standing before me, he undresses slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. His tongue glides across his lips as he advances toward me, his demeanor resembling a predator who’s ready to pounce.
Fuck. I’m done for.
“Roll over,” he orders, so I do.
I’m too slow. My body is too weak. He grips my hips tightly and maneuvers me himself, positioning my ass in the air before him.
With one hand he firmly holds my face down, my cheek sinking into the plushness of the mattress.
For a moment I don’t think I can take anymore, until my clit is in his mouth again and I whimper as I grind against his tongue, another orgasm building up inside me.
“Fuck. Just look at you,” he whispers, and I shiver as his warm breath grazes my skin. “What do you want now? Tell me…” he demands.
Faint sounds bring my attention to him, but I can only see that he’s kneeling behind me, unable to move from my place.
He moans softly as his body gently rocks and he presses his hand against my back to steady himself.
He’s stroking himself and I can’t see. I’m dying to catch a glimpse, but as I move, he presses his hand against my back harder.
The desire to touch it, to taste it, to witness his rhythmic strokes up and down his length, consumes me.
“God, please…give me your dick,” my voice is weak and my body trembles with an aching need.
The bed shifts as he walks around to the side of it, positioning himself directly in front of me. So I can watch. So I can be tortured. So my body can burn alive with the desire to feel him inside of me.
“What would you do for it, Nora?” he asks, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips. “What would you give for it?” The sight of his golden eyes shimmering with intensity, and his teasing, crooked smile as he strokes himself makes my pussy convulse on sight.
“Anything… everything,” I confess, as I stare up at him like the sex God that he is. With my head still down on the mattress and him standing before me, I’m bowing to him in this very moment.
I would bow over and over again for this man.
His smile widens, and then he’s behind me, leaving my world in ruins.
With him inside of me, everything else fades away.
Pain and heartbreak and fear no longer exist and my hopes and dreams that died, their remnants crumbling like ashes in the wind…
they no longer matter. Ere exceeds the beauty of any sunset, any book, or any beach I’ve ever seen.
I’d sacrifice all the joys of life, the warmth of the sun, and my freedom, even… all in exchange for this. For him. It would be worth it. He’s all I’d ever need.
“Don’t hold back. Let yourself go.” I detect a smile in his voice, even as he thrusts so deep inside of me that I can’t form words.
He grips my hair in his hands, pulling my head back as I scream out his name.
Every time I think he can’t possibly thrust any harder, he proves me wrong.
Tears roll down my face, but not from the pain of how rough he pulls my hair, from the intense release pulsating and building in my core.
Over and over, I moan his name, his grip on my hair tightening with each plea.
Every powerful thrust and painful throb sends a part of me escaping into the universe to be lost forever.
Thrust. Goodbye pain.
Thrust. Goodbye sadness and anger.
Thrust. Goodbye grief.
Tears continue to fall, but feeling so goddamn free from it all feels so good. I’m numb, yet every fiber of my being feels more alive than ever. Here with Ere, I’ve never felt more in touch with my true self.
Wrapping my hair around his hand, he continues to push in and out of me as his fingers stroke my clit, setting all my senses ablaze. He traces a path up my back with his tongue, and as he brushes his lips against my neck, all I can think about is how I wish this could last forever.
“I want to make you come so hard that your mind erases every other man from existence,” he whispers breathlessly into my ear.
He relentlessly caresses my clit while his thrusts leave me gasping for air. I can’t hold on any longer.
“Please…please…let me come…” I beg, my voice filled with desperation and submission, exactly the way this new, untamed Ere likes it.
His grip on my hair tightens and he sinks his teeth into my neck.
With each stroke of his fingers on my clit my world is dismantled, leaving only pleasure in its wake.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he tries to keep me still, but I thrash as the orgasm shreds the last part of my reality away.
The sounds forcing their way out are wild and untamed, unlike anything I’ve ever heard from myself before.
Waves of convulsions ripple through me as his release pushes mine on for longer.
Gasping for air, his grip on my waist tightens, our bodies slowly relaxing as the electrifying jolts of pleasure subside.
The rush is relentless. I can’t catch my breath, let alone remember my own name.
Collapsing onto my bed in a naked heap, drenched in sweat and satisfaction, I laugh to myself at how right he was about everything he promised me.
I couldn’t even remember my own name. There is nothing I crave more than him, and though he does scare me, he always delivers on his promises. I can trust him.
As I drift off to sleep with the warmth of Ere’s body tangled up with mine, I smile knowing things have changed between us.
I don’t need to run or push him away or ever feel like he’s too good for me.
He’s not going anywhere because he truly does love me.
My mindset of our relationship is forever altered, and although I have lots to work through and figure out, I have hope that I won’t mess up what we have.
He’s right… sometimes running toward the thing that scares you the most is the best thing, because he scares the shit out of me, but only in all the best ways.
I’ll keep running toward him, always.