Chapter Twenty-Three #4
She laughed sadly beneath my palm, her entire body flushing with heat. She tossed her head enough that I gave her the smallest gap to whisper, “What you’re doing to me is nothing like eating.”
Pressing my hand against her lips again, I nuzzled her throat. “It’s exactly like eating. I’m providing you with something you need to survive. You have two minutes.”
My rock turned harder, crueller.
“Come, Ily. It’s a release. Nothing more. A glass of water when you’re thirsty. A piece of chocolate when your sugar levels crash. Take the fucking chocolate before I stop offering.”
She swallowed hard.
Her eyes locked on mine.
The world screeched to a stop as she studied me for an eternity before...
She nodded.
Ever so slowly, she sank a little deeper into the bed and pressed her feet against my lower legs. I didn’t look away from her as she used the fulcrum of her toes on my calves to raise her hips, sandwiching us so damn tightly.
Fuck
me.
My head tipped forward, crashing on the pillow by her ear.
A ripple of pleasure.
A throb.
Don’t you dare come.
Not like this.
She moaned beneath my hand, her eyelashes drifted closed, and the tension in her arms where I held her wrists went utterly pliant.
She surrendered.
Willingly.
And instead of her submission filling me with frustration and triggering the creature inside me to maul and torment, it snarled for entirely different reasons.
It wanted to see how far her surrender went. How deeply she’d given in. How much she’d let me take.
My hips surged into hers, hard and unforgiving.
Her head tossed back, her throat exposed, the lacy web of veins showing beneath flawless honeyed skin.
Jesus Christ.
“This means nothing,” I promised, not entirely sure if I spoke to her or myself. “Just chemical. Nothing more.” With my whispers still echoing between us, I dropped my entire weight on her and rode her hard into the mattress.
And that was it.
A cataclysmic apocalypse.
A soul-rupturing cataclysm.
In the second it took to relinquish herself to me, I lost myself to her.
I couldn’t fight it.
Couldn’t stop it.
I rode her like an animal, bucking into her, a slave to the lust inside me.
Whimpers bled from under my palm as she kept her eyes closed and did what I said: pictured someone else, somewhere else. It wasn’t me she wanted, and it couldn’t have been more obvious as her head tilted away from mine and tears glimmered beneath her eyelashes.
I rolled my hips, deep and cruel.
If she cries...
She sniffed and gasped, a quake working down her body as she trembled beneath me. Her feet dug against my calves, pushing herself harder against my aching dick.
I didn’t know her.
I didn’t know her tells or what turned her on, but she didn’t wince at my pace, and she didn’t grunt in pain as I ran my cock roughly over her clit. Her breathing turned shallow and choppy. The liquid trying to slip free from her lashes faded as grief gave way to lust.
If I was a better man, I’d ask what she needed. I’d enquire how I could make this good for her. I’d stop dry-humping her like a dog and touch her, kiss her, crawl down the bed and stick my tongue inside her.
But because I was sick and twisted, I did none of those things.
I just added a deeper rock, a harder roll, and did my best to ignore the spine-tingling need to come. The urge only grew tighter, hotter as she jerked beneath me, and the softest gasp puffed against my palm.
She moaned.
I clamped down on my lust and gave her what her body asked for.
Quick and punishing.
Hard and firm.
Her spine shot upward; her hands balled in my wristlock.
She hovered for a second in unbroken rapture.
And then, she fell.
Plummeted.
I had the fucking pleasure of watching a release shatter through her.
Her eyes flared wide and locked onto mine, full of fire shards and sun rays.
Her thighs quivered, her toes dug into my calves, her belly flexed, heart thundered, and I growled as a flush of heated dampness soaked my shaft where we were joined.
I kept riding her until the whiplashing tension faded from her bones.
Slowly, wave after wave, she flopped back down and shook her head beneath my gag, almost as if she couldn’t believe she’d come.
That was my cue to get the fuck off her.
To stop my rock and complete my breaking-and-entering plan, but that was before her gaze locked on mine again, and the entire world fell away.
We weren’t in a castle.
We weren’t in the heart of hell.
For one blissful second, we were nowhere and nothing, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my mouth against the back of my hand over her lips, holding her stare, and releasing the ironclad control I had over my desire.
My hips shot forward.
I pressed myself against her hot wet pussy.
I begged to slip inside.
And I grunted as the first ripple of cum splashed into my boxers.
I gasped as deeper, faster clenches stole my sanity as I emptied myself for the fourth time. I’d never come so much in one day before. Never met someone who had the power to break me just by existing.
Somehow, in an unknown country in a fortress surrounded by enemies, I found the one thing I’d been searching for.
Contact.
Connection.
Her.