26. “Kiss Me Like You Do （Movie Version）” - Ellie Goulding #2
A sob-heavy “oh” is the only thing I’m capable of getting out, because what else is there to say when the person you’ve spent your entire life loving decides they don’t want to love you back anymore?
“God, C. Of course that’s not what I meant.” Henry moves toward me, hands spread wide.
My face feels like it’s met the inside of a blender at high speed. I struggle to keep the tears at bay. They badly want to go to battle for me. “I get it.” I hold up a hand to keep him from coming any closer. “Someone better came along, and you want to explore your options.”
A muscle in his jaw jumps. “Someone better?” It’s practically a snarl. “You think there’s ‘someone better’ out there for me?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“How long are we going to keep having this conversation?” His tone cuts across my skin like shards of glass.
“Until I believe you!” I say. “I don’t understand why you won’t have sex with me.”
“I told you. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
I stare at him, at this Greek god in front of me, all muscle and delicious-smelling skin. I know how much he enjoys sex, how much he needs sex to be able to focus. He denied seeing Elizabeth, but maybe he’s been fulfilling his needs elsewhere.
“Are you sleeping with someone else?” I say through a haze of rage and tears.
His eyes narrow dangerously. “I cannot believe you just asked me that.”
“I cannot believe you’ve dragged me to the point where I need to.”
“Let’s get one thing straight.” He steps closer, then grasps my chin. “You are not only my wife, but the love of my life. I don’t take a single breath without being aware of my need for you. I’d say I’ll tell you the second that changes, but I suspect I’ll be dead.”
I can’t breathe. I literally can’t catch my breath, can’t form a single thought as he gazes at me with those dark eyes, his words hanging between us like gauze. Any thought or breath I was about to claim darts away as he yanks my mouth against his.
This isn’t like the kiss we shared a few minutes ago. This one is a fevered madness, a grappling mess of limbs and teeth and lips, proving that I was right in guessing his need is as great as my own. Done holding back, he attacks me like it’s his job to consume me.
He bites my lip hard, then kisses it better. “There will never be a day I don’t want you, baby.” He backs me up against the wall.
“But you said—” I start, but he cuts me off with his mouth. His tongue slips past my teeth, and I groan. How is it possible to desire someone so badly that you want to tear them limb from limb?
I press into him. He’s already rigid beneath me. My core tingles in anticipation. I greedily reach for the zipper on his jeans, but he pushes my hands away.
“Why not?” I slide my palm against that hard, flat stomach, then down to his waist.
He grabs both my wrists with his left hand and pins them above my head. “I’m in charge, that’s why.”
My pulse leaps. Henry continues his assault with his mouth, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of my neck and across my collarbones. I squirm, unable to dig my fingers into his thick hair the way I desperately want to.
He placates me with another scorching kiss, but he doesn’t let go of my hands. I arch against him, eager for more, but he pulls back, leaving only our faces connected.
“Henry, please,” I say.
He only deepens the kiss, diving into my mouth like he’ll die if he doesn’t explore every inch. Our tongues perform a slick, hot dance over each other. He uses his free hand to pinch my nipple through the fabric of my dress.
I gasp into his mouth, feeling his smile as he does it again.
“I would do anything for that noise,” he says, sucking on the tender skin behind my ear.
I gasp again and arch into him. “Please tell me you’re going to do more than torture me.” I’m completely breathless already, and we haven’t even started yet.
He hums against my neck, his breath hot and electric. “What more do you want?”
I let out a small cry as he bites my nipple. He hasn’t even bothered to pull my dress off yet, and already he has me at the edge. “I need you inside me,” I pant.
“Oh, I’ll be inside you all right.”
Sweet mother of god.
“But not with my cock.”
My heart plummets, and the fog momentarily clears. “Why not?”
He gives one more tug on my breast, then lifts his head to meet my eyes. “Because I need you to understand that you can’t control me. I will fuck you senseless with my hands and my mouth, but only because there’s nothing else I want in this entire bloody world than to watch you come apart.”
I want to argue, to say that’s not fair, but his mouth is on mine again, even hungrier and greedier than before, if that’s even possible. He drops my hands and leads us to the bedroom without removing his lips from mine even once.
Once inside, he kicks the door shut. “Take off your dress.”
I want to tell him to take it off himself, but I don’t dare, not with that look in his eyes. Instead, I reach for the zipper at the back. I turn to show him that I can’t reach it, and he scowls as he tugs it down. He mutters a quiet “fuck” under his breath as he stares at my bare skin.
Once the dress is puddled on the floor and my bra and panties have been tossed aside, he points to the bed. “Go lay down.” I obediently crawl onto it and lie on my back, but he shakes his head. “On your stomach.”
My heart races as I roll over. I can’t see him after he climbs onto the bed. He straddles me and places both palms on my ass. Goosebumps cover me from head to toe.
He begins massaging both my butt cheeks, rubbing deep into the tissue. It feels incredible and deeply sexual. His thumbs skim the line of my ass, gently moving closer and closer together.
He lifts his pinkie finger to my mouth, and when I open it, he slips it inside, prompting me to suck on it.
I do, and several seconds later he pulls it back out.
It’s warm and wet as it slips between my ass cheeks and inside.
The sensation makes me clench tightly. He swirls it there for a bit, and when I think I can’t handle the wait any longer, he pulls it back out.
Using his thumbs, he gently pulls me apart, splaying my legs out further. His fingers run lightly over my entire seam, and the feeling is both too much and not enough. I inhale sharply, causing him to chuckle.
“Like that?” he murmurs. The bed shifts as he moves behind me. I have no idea what he’s doing until the all-too-familiar heat of his mouth is upon me. I cry out as his tongue strokes me, then pushes into me, slow and deep.
He alternates between tiny flicks along my entrance and deep thrusts into my core. I shudder beneath him, but he doesn’t relent. The gentle pressure of his fingers joins the softness of his tongue. Two of them slide into me, and I arch at the sudden invasion of pleasure.
“Easy,” he murmurs in amusement, and presses me down into the mattress with his free hand. With the other, he teases my anal opening, then slides a finger inside.
I am going to explode. He uses both hands to thrust into me, setting a steady rhythm I can follow. The bed provides an unmatched amount of friction as I slide back and forth over it.
When I think there’s no way I can handle another minute of this, his mouth joins his hands in some sort of circus trickery. His name leaves my lips in a scream. This is all the encouragement he needs, and he continues fucking me with his mouth and his hands as promised.
White-hot pleasure pops at the edge of my vision, and I clutch the pillow beneath my head in desperation as the world’s biggest climax rips through me. He doesn’t let up as I scream and thrash, ignited by feelings so intense I’m afraid I’ll be nothing but ash when it’s over.
He is still licking me and playing with my clit when I reach the other side. I can’t handle any more. If it were possible to die from feeling too much, I would already be dead.
“Please,” I say, nearly in tears. “Please stop.”
He presses one last kiss to me before extracting his fingers.
“How am I still alive?” I say into the pillow.
He growls against the small of my back. “You should feel more alive than ever.”
“I do.” It comes out dreamily. With some effort, I manage to roll onto my back. “Your turn.” I reach for the button of his jeans.
He darts up from the bed faster than I’ve ever seen him move before.
“Where are you going?” I say. Normally I’d prop myself up on an elbow, but I have the strength of a newborn right now.
“I told you,” he says through clenched teeth. “None of that this time.”
“But—”
“I said no.” He leans over me on the bed, and it takes everything in me not to reach up and grab his shirt. “You want the power back, but you’re not getting it.”
I frown. “This isn’t about power. I just want to make you feel good too.”
“That’s the thing,” he says, straightening. “It’s always about power for you.”
“How can you say that?”
“Did you forget I know you better than you know yourself?”
My scowl deepens. “This was not a power play. I just missed you.”
“Then tell me: how does it feel, climaxing and not being able to give anything in return?” He walks out of the room, leaving me alone in the bed after the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
He’s wrong. Sure, I want to return the favor, but more than that I just want to feel—
Bloody hell. He’s right.
I feel completely powerless.