Chapter 51 #2
I’d never felt so exposed as I did with Soren’s face so close to my bare sex. I’d also never felt so aroused.
“You’re already wet for me again,” he said low and certain, and I swore I felt the words as much as heard them. They dripped out of me, hot and wet and right where he could see the effect he was having. “I knew you would be. You were made for me.”
He kissed the inside of one of my thighs, then the other, climbing me with deliberation. Each kiss was a calculated test of whether or not my cardiac muscles could handle the elevation of my heartrate without combusting.
His breath was fire against my skin.
I wasn’t only wet for him, now. I was soaked.
“Soren…don’t stop,” I gasped out when his next exhale sent a fan of hot breath over my aching center.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he mumbled against the crease at the top of my thigh.
When his mouth finally found me, I gasped so sharply, my ribs ached in protest, and I swore wings like his would soon tear through my skin and erupt from my shoulders.
It was a simple chaste kiss, except that it was against my most sensitive flesh and there was absolutely nothing chaste about it.
Soren had just kissed my wet pussy and detonated every nerve ending in my body.
I moaned and let my head fall back, but it quickly shot up again when his tongue swept against the same spot he’d so tenderly kissed.
It traced my slit up to my clit in a slow, deliberate stroke, pressing firmly the second time, as if committing my shape to memory.
My hips twitched, and his hands locked me in place.
“So sweet,” he murmured—the vibration running through me like a live wire. “So mine.”
He dragged his tongue in long, steady sweeps along the length of my parted pussy lips, then back again, until I was trembling from the relentless tempo.
Back and forth. Over and over.
Every so often, he’d change pace—slow, deliberate licks that made my toes curl, followed by quick, precise flicks to my clit that sent my pulse careening. It was methodical, ruthless in its control.
“Fuuu—Soren,” I groaned, and more incomprehensible sounds rolled out of me as my chest heaved with the overwhelming sensation.
When his lips closed over my clit in a slow, deep pull, the sound that ripped from my throat was unrecognizable, even to me.
When I dared to glance down again, his gaze was already locked on me through his long, dark hair, silver eyes cutting into mine as if he was cataloguing every flinch, every gasp, every skipped heartbeat. He wanted to see me fall apart for him, to show him that I belonged to him.
And I was going to let him.
His tongue flattened against me, sliding in a slow, upward stroke that left heat pooling low in my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet, but a whimper escaped anyway. His grip on my hips tightened in response.
“Soren,” I breathed. “It’s too much. I can’t.”
“You will,” he murmured, and the vibration rocked through me. “And keep saying my name like that, baby girl. I love hearing you moan my name.”
His tongue changed rhythm, switching to smaller, firmer flicks against the swollen bundle of nerves that sent fireworks blossoming behind my vision.
One of my hands fumbled from the sheets into his hair. And his hand moved as well. Two thick fingers slid inside me.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Please,” I begged for everything and nothing all at once.
His eyes lifted to mine, dark and glinting silver in the low light. A smirk played across his mouth before his lips closed over me again, sucking with a deep, steady pull. Then his tongue pressed against my clit, and fingers curled inside of me. My thighs clamped instinctively around his head.
His low growl vibrated through me, and his free hand pushed my legs open wider, spreading me for him.
His tongue started stroking in tight, devastating patterns as his fingers thrust in and out, curling in no distinguishable pattern at all.
Faster. Harder.
Until every breath I took was shallow and shaking. My body went rigid. The heat inside me twisted and coiled.
“Give it to me,” he said softly. “I want your pleasure. It's mine.”
That was my undoing. The coil snapped, and ecstasy tore through me, wave after wave. My hips bucked helplessly, but his mouth stayed on me, drinking in every shudder, every tremor, and every drop of me, until I collapsed back on the bed, shaking.
When he pulled away, his mouth glistening and eyes still locked on mine, I knew he could feel exactly what I was feeling. Every damn thing.
There was no denying it in front of him.
After a long stretch of silence, Soren cleaned me up with unhurried care, then slipped my clothes back on and drew me toward the head of the bed. He finally settled down beside me, fingers combing lazily through my curls.
“You need to get some more sleep,” he said faintly. “You’re still human for now, Little Shadow.”
I crawled under the covers and muffled a yawn against my fist.
“What do you mean by ‘for now’?” I asked, the words half-dragged by sleep
“Hmmm,” was all he offered at first. “You’re mine. And I plan to keep you with me forever."
I frowned, though I should have known better than to expect a reasonable answer.
“Then I have another question,” I said around another yawn. “And you have to answer this one.”
He huffed through his nose. “Maybe.”
The bed shifted under his weight as he slid into the space right next to me.
“But you have to calm down,” he said, “Or I won’t last lying next to you all night.”
“What? I’m not doing anything.”
“Your pulse.” His voice fluttered against my hair. “And I can feel what you’re feeling, remember?”
“W-well, you’re making me nervous crawling through the dark like some kind of creep.” I shifted away, closer to the edge of the mattress.
“Mmm, sure,” he huffed out a laugh. “Ask your question. Maybe it will distract us both.”
“In The Last City…you saved me. How? And why did it make you so weak?”
He hummed once. A cool hand found my forearm. “First, come here so you don’t fall off the bed.”
I squeaked but scooted an inch closer, only for his arm to snake around my waist and pull my back flush against his chest, this position so much more intimate than it had been in the sewers.
“A ModGun hit you,” he said against my temple. “The blast tore through your abdomen. Your guts were spilling out, and the blood loss would’ve killed you in seconds.”
I flinched under the covers, my head pressing into his chest.
“What all do you know about nephilim, Little Shadow?”
I waited for a yawn to finish. “You’re giants,” I muttered, earning a quiet laugh.
“Nephilim are the offspring of the Fallen who…uh…had sex with humans. Everyone was scared of them back then.” My face heated at saying the word ‘sex’ out loud in front of Soren, which was a bit ridiculous considering what he’d just done to me.
Cool fingers slipped under the bottom hem of my shirt, blunt nails scratching lightly up and down my back to that space itching between my shoulders. “You’re tired.”
“Stop stalling,” I complained. “Just answer my question. How did you save me?” I wrinkled my nose and forced my eyes to open again.
“Nephilim blood is very valuable on the dark market. We are the descendants of angels and humans, so our blood has miraculous healing properties.”
“So you injected me with your blood or something?” I asked groggily.
“Or something. I sliced my throat open and bled into your mouth.”
My eyes flew open, and I scrambled to sit up.
He laughed out loud. Probably the most real laugh I had heard from him yet. It curled into the space behind my sternum.
“Gross! Why can’t you answer my question seriously?” I whined.
“I am, baby girl.” Soren shifted, and I could tell he was looking at me because his eyes were silver again, glowing in the dark space between us.
“I went full Edward Cullen for you. And self-injury doesn’t heal as easily for a nephilim.
If we give up our blood for someone, we suffer the consequences. ”
I squinted at him. “Who’s Edward Cullen?”
“Before your time. But don’t worry. You won’t be turning into a nephilim anytime soon. Need more than one fluid for that, Little Shadow.”
“Ugh, you’re impossible. Just explain it so I can understand.”
“I did. I answered your question. Now,” his thumb found the corner of my mouth, and then his mouth was against mine again. A fleeting kiss. “Be a good girl and go to sleep. Before I do something I’ll regret.”
I whined.
Oh, no.
I really liked kissing him. Even more than the way he’d made me fall apart moments ago. I liked it so much that I wanted to stay up in case he would kiss me again.
Instead, I burrowed back under the covers, curling into him.
In one fluid motion, he pulled me fully on top of him, and I melted against his warmth.
Like I belonged there.
I’m screwed.
My focus was soon consumed by his fingers in my hair. I’m not sure which voice it was that said what came next. Or maybe it was just in my dreams.
“Good girls get rewards, Little Shadow. But I think you might be my punishment.”