Chapter 5 #2
I sat up and reached for the button on his pants, momentarily distracted when he pulled his shirt over his head.
I couldn’t resist the urge to run my fingers over his smooth skin, tracing the ridges of his abdominal muscles.
He flinched as though he were sensitive to my touch, and perhaps he was.
He snatched my hands, placing them flat on his stomach and running them down his body until they caught on the hem of his pants.
Biting my lip, I finished what I’d started and unfastened his trousers, pulling them down his hips until they fell to the floor. Even through his dark gray briefs, I could see the outline of his cock, and it made my mouth water and my core throb.
I had barely touched him when he grabbed my wrist and pushed me back onto the bed. I couldn’t help but feel satisfied with his lack of restraint. Whatever hesitation he had before was long gone now.
The weight of his body covered me, and he pinned my wrists above my head, marking me with kisses anywhere he pleased.
I was at his mercy, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be.
I craned my neck to give him better access.
There was something about the way his lips nibbled at my skin that made me spiral out of control.
Ladon rolled his hips, and I whimpered, needing more of him. Needing to feel him inside me. Needing to feel the way his muscles tensed and trembled while he thrust into me.
“Ladon, please.”
“Patience, princess.”
He released his hold on my wrists and slid one hand between us, into my panties. When his fingers brushed my clit, I ground against his hand and squeezed my eyes closed until I felt him glide through my slick folds.
“Mm,” I moaned, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. I melted beneath him, molding to fit him perfectly.
His fingers eased inside my pussy, and I gasped, nails digging into his triceps. I was certain there would be red crescent marks when I removed my hands, but he didn’t show any signs of pain. Or at least, he didn’t stop the careful movements of his fingers and his thumb against my clit.
I was so wet and desperate for him that his fingers slid easily in and out of me. He gradually picked up his pace, and just when I was getting close to the edge, he removed his hand, pulling back to stare at me with a flushed face and hooded, lust-filled eyes.
He stopped only to admire me for a moment before his hands glided up my thighs and grabbed my panties, pulling them down my legs in one smooth motion. He dropped his own underwear and gripped his cock, working his hand up and down with slick fingers—slick with my arousal.
The sight made my thighs clench, but they couldn’t move far with him standing between my legs. If he didn’t do something soon, I would—
Oh. My. Gods.
Ladon thrust inside me with little effort; I was that eager for him. He fell on top of me, bracing his forearms on either side of my head and placing a quick kiss on my lips before he started to rock his hips.
His breath was hot on my ear as he said, “Fuck, Emilie. Do you know how amazing you feel?”
It could only be half as good as he felt, stretching me and creating the most delicious friction between us. He was as deep as he could go, and I still wanted more of him. I dug my nails into his back and closed my teeth around his shoulder. The sound of his sharp inhale made me smile.
Ladon was trying his best to remain in control, but I wanted him feral. So I moved my mouth to the sensitive spot near his jawline, alternating sucking on his neck and his earlobe. His throat vibrated with a groan of approval, and his movements became more frantic. Untamed and obsessed.
Thank the gods.
After a few moments, he pushed off of me, standing once again at the foot of the bed.
Then he grabbed my legs, throwing my ankles over his shoulders, and dragged me down until my ass was practically hanging off the mattress.
He leaned forward until the backs of my thighs stretched tight, driving inside me repeatedly.
I clutched at the sheets since he was no longer within reach. The new angle and tightness were almost too much—I didn’t know it could feel this way.
His eyes bore into me, so focused, as if he were memorizing every curve of my body and every sound I made.
It didn’t take long before the muscle in his jaw clenched and his eyes rolled back.
He groaned as his release ripped through him, his hands gripping my hips while he thrust inside me a few more times.
When he moved a hand between my legs and toyed with my clit, I easily came undone. Panting, I arched my back and clawed at the sheets. Ladon continued to circle my sensitive bud until I was trembling, lost somewhere between ecstasy and torment as he pushed me beyond my limit.
“Ladon,” I gasped. With one hand, I reached down and pulled his hand away from my clit.
He chuckled. The deep rumble let me know just how pleased he was with himself. If I weren’t half out of it, I would’ve smacked him for torturing me so.
He slowly eased out of me, and I rolled to my side, scooting up the bed until I could rest my head on a pillow.
I must’ve closed my eyes for a moment because the next thing I knew, Ladon was covering me with a blanket and sliding into bed beside me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and cradled me against his warm chest.
A small voice in my head told me I should get up and return to my room, but what was the point? The boundaries I’d drawn were no longer intact. We’d just had sex, so was it really that bad to sleep in his bed too?
As if Ladon could hear my thoughts, he whispered against my neck, “Don’t leave me.”
I sighed, and my muscles relaxed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”