Chapter 43 #2
When he steps forward again, the heat of him engulfs me. His hands slide up my ribs to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peak against his touch. Then his mouth replaces his fingers, hot and wet as he takes one sensitive bud between his teeth.
He bites down just hard enough to make me cry out, the exquisite blend of pleasure and pain shooting straight to my core like an electric current.
My head falls back against the wooden door with a dull thud, my spine arching to offer more of myself to his hungry mouth.
His tongue swirls around the tender peak, soothing the sting before he moves to lavish the same attention on my other breast.
"You taste like heaven," he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire.
I'm drowning in sensation, my fingers tangling in his thick black hair as he works his way down my body.
The scrape of his beard against my stomach sends shivers racing across my skin.
He drops to his knees before me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he presses open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of my lower belly.
Each touch of his lips moves lower, his beard rasping against the insides of my thighs as he spreads me wider.
I'm trembling now, my legs threatening to give out as the anticipation builds to an almost unbearable level. My skin feels too tight, too hot, every nerve ending alive and screaming for his touch. I need him with a desperation that borders on madness.
He surges forward, pinning me against the door.
His body radiates heat like a living flame, making the wood at my back feel like ice in comparison.
My skin pebbles at the contrast, a shiver running through me that has nothing to do with the cold.
His hand slides between my thighs, and I gasp as his skilled fingers delve into my dripping core, the intimate touch making my hips buck against his hand.
He groans in approval at finding me so ready, so desperate for his touch.
"Fuck, baby. You're dripping for me." His voice is strained as he circles my clit with the calloused pad of his thumb, the rough texture creating delicious friction against the sensitive bundle of nerves. "You can't deny it anymore—how much you need me—want me."
And I am soaked, my arousal coating his fingers as evidence of the effect he has on me. My hips rock shamelessly against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything he's giving me.
"No. I can't—I want you. Always." The words tumble from my lips between ragged breaths, my voice barely recognizable through the haze of lust. "I need you. Need you inside me. Now."
His eyes lock with mine, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by the black of his pupils. There's something dangerous in his gaze, something primal and hungry that makes my heart race and my core clench with anticipation.
"Hold on to me," he commands, his voice a dark rumble that I feel in my bones.
I barely have time to wrap my arms around his neck before he's lifting me, my legs instinctively circling his waist. The blunt head of his cock nudges at my entrance, hot and hard and insistent. We both groan at the contact, the promise of what's to come making my inner walls flutter with need.
"Look at me, baby." His forehead rests against mine, our breath mingling in the scant space between us. "I want to see those pretty eyes while I fill you completely."
My lashes flutter open, my gaze meeting his just as he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. My back arches off the door, my mouth opening in a silent scream as he stretches me to the point of delicious pain.
He's so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat, every thick inch of him claiming me from the inside out.
He begins to move, each deep stroke hitting that secret spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I cling to him, nails digging half-moons into the muscled expanse of his shoulders as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation.
"Fuck. You feel so good." Rhyland grunts, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control.
The door rattles on its hinges with each powerful surge of his hips, the sound echoing through the room like a naughty drumbeat announcing our activities to anyone within earshot.
His mouth claims mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging deep in a filthy mimicry of what his body is doing to mine.
"Off the door," I manage to gasp out between searing kisses, my nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. "Too loud."
No need to give the entire longhouse a show. Besides, knowing Rhyland, his powerful thrusts would probably shake this flimsy door off its hinges.
He responds with a growl, his hands gripping my thighs as he tears us away from the abused wood.
Three strides carry us across the room before he drops into a chair, keeping me wrapped around him.
I straddle his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, as his hands slide under my thighs to reposition me.
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he spreads my legs wider, hooking my heels over the arms of the chair.
The position is obscenely exposing, leaving me completely open to his gaze and his touch.
I can feel the cool air against my most intimate places, can see where we're joined, his thick length disappearing into my body.
The new angle allows him to sink impossibly deeper, stretching me around his thickness until I'm filled completely.
A broken moan falls from my lips, my head falling back as my body struggles to accommodate his size.
The sensation is overwhelming—each thick inch of him branding me as his, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
His eyes blaze into mine, twin pools of molten blue threatening to consume me whole.
His hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing but claiming—his thumb resting against my thundering pulse point.
"Look at me, baby," he demands, our breath mingling in the scant space between us.
"I want to watch you fall apart. Want to see those pretty eyes glaze over when you come on my cock. "
I couldn't look away if I tried. I'm captivated by the primal hunger in his gaze, the way his muscles flex and ripple with each powerful thrust. Sweat glistens on his chest, highlighting the intricate tattoos that wind across his skin.
His jaw is clenched tight, the cords in his neck standing out as he fights for control.
He's raw and untamed, a force of nature unleashed in our small room, and his dominance takes me to the edge and back again.
"Feel how perfectly you take me," he growls, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
"This sweet pussy was crafted for my cock alone.
" His hand slides from my throat to cup my jaw, his thumb tracing my parted lips.
"Such a good girl, trembling for me." He pushes his thumb into my mouth, and I instinctively suck, tasting the salt of his skin.
"Your body was made for me, designed to milk me dry. "
His words send liquid heat coursing through my veins. I meet him thrust for thrust, my hips rising to pull him deeper, harder. The wet sounds of our bodies coming together mix with our ragged breaths and mingled moans, creating a symphony of passion that fills the room.
His hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He rubs in tight, merciless circles, the calloused pad creating a delicious friction. The added stimulation has me seeing stars, my inner walls clenching around his thickness as I climb higher and higher.
"Rhyland," I keen, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please..."
His lips curl into a predatory smile, his eyes darkening to midnight. "Not even close to being done with you, Angel." His voice is pure sin, dark and dangerous as the night. He punctuates his words with a brutal thrust that has my body arching like a drawn bow. "We're just getting started."
Desperate for more, I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer for a searing kiss. He chuckles into my mouth, the sound low and wicked.
"Look at you, so hungry for me," he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip hard enough to sting. His tongue soothes the bite immediately, sweeping into my mouth to tangle with mine. "I love how desperate you get, how your body begs for my touch even when you're trying to be mad at me."
His eyes glitter with mischief even as he continues to roll his hips in a maddeningly slow rhythm that keeps me right on the edge without pushing me over.
"I should keep you like this for hours, Angel.
Right on the edge, dripping and aching, until you're sobbing for release.
" His voice drops to a sinful whisper. "Until you're promising me anything—everything—just to feel my cock drive you over that cliff. "
The thought sends a dark thrill through me, even as my body rebels against the idea of him edging me. "Rhyland," I whimper, my nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails in their wake. "Please..."
"That's right, baby. Fucking. Break. For. Me." Each word is punctuated by a deep, savage thrust that has me gasping. "Beg for it. Let everyone hear who owns this pretty pussy. Show me how desperate you are for my cock."
His dirty, filthy words wrap around me like a physical caress, stoking the flames already consuming me from the inside out. The pleasure builds to almost unbearable heights, my body trembling on the precipice of something earth-shattering.
"Please, Rhy...land," I manage, the words broken and desperate as they fall from my lips. "I need you. Need to come. Please."
My gaze locks with his stormy blue eyes, now blazing with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs. At this moment, he's pure predator, and I'm his willing prey.