Chapter 19
Karina
I grind against Vulcan’s lap, his large hands gripping my ass as our tongues battle for dominance.
He digs his fingers into my flesh as he moans, a low rumble climbing up his throat.
I move my hands down his chest, tugging on the waistband of his sweatpants, and he draws me closer until there’s no space left between us.
I can feel the hard lines of his muscles under my fingertips as I explore.
“Are you on birth control?”
“I—yes,” I manage to stammer out, my cheeks burning.
“Good. I want no barriers between us.”
My pulse skyrockets, and I can’t seem to form a coherent thought.
“That’s…” I swallow hard, trying to regain my composure. “That’s quite brazen of you, don’t you think?”
Vulcan’s pupils dilate as his gaze drops to my lips. “Is it? We’re about to be husband and wife, Karina. I’m just being honest about what I want.”
Heat creeps up my neck at his bluntness. Something about the way he speaks—so confident, so sure—makes my stomach flutter with anticipation. I should be offended but instead, I find myself more aroused.
“But if you want protection, I have it. And we have years to do this bare.”
“N-no protection.”
“Are you sure?” he murmurs.
I can only nod, unable to find my voice as his eyes bore into me. My heart races and my breath comes in shallow gasps. I want him. I need him.
He lifts me effortlessly and carries me to the bedroom, laying me down on his bed, never breaking eye contact.
I don’t even have it in me to scold him for being careless with his injury as he towers over me, his body a work of art.
Every muscle is defined, every inch of him hard and toned.
His eyes are dark and hungry; his lips curled in a wicked smirk.
I can see the outline of his cock through his pants, thick and ready for me.
He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m not in the mood to fuck you slowly.”
“It hasn’t even been a month since your surgery. Either we take it slow or you let me do the work tonight.”
“No. I’ll deal with the consequences later. I need this, it’s all I’ve been thinking about,” he says, his voice husky with desire. “I need to show you what every night could look like once I’m fully healed.”
My breath catches in my throat, the dominance emanating off him sending shivers down my spine and pooling heat between my legs.
“But you aren’t healed.”
“Let me have this, please. I want to please you without you worrying about my shoulder.” His mouth crashes back onto mine, silencing any further protest, filling every corner of my mind with nothing but the taste and feel of him.
I moan into his mouth, my body arching, greedy for more contact, more of everything.
His hands travel over me, stripping away my nightie with an urgency that makes me dizzy and sets my desire spinning out of control.
“I’ll be fine,” he promises, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck.
My breath catches in my throat, and I gasp as his fingers skillfully find their way between my thighs, discovering just how ready I am for him.
His expression changes, turns to one of awe, and then there’s that wicked smirk that drives me wild.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice filled with hunger and wonderment, igniting every nerve and setting me on fire. “You’re soaked.”
He grimaces a bit as he rises from the bed.
I decide to let him have his way tonight, but tomorrow, he’s not lifting a finger.
Quickly, he discards his clothes before climbing back onto the bed.
His beard scratches gently against my skin as he kisses his way down my throat, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.
He pauses at my chest, right above my racing heart.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he whispers.
I reach for him, my fingers threading through his short hair as I pull him back up to meet my lips. “Show me,” I whisper against his mouth.
Vulcan’s response is immediate, his kiss deepening, devouring as if he’s drawing every ounce of my confession through his lips.
He breaks the kiss, just for a moment, to look into my eyes with an emotion that nearly overwhelms me.
“Your body is perfection,” he says as he traces the line of my jaw with tender fingers. “You’re fucking perfect for me.”
Vulcan’s touch scorches my flesh like a branding iron, sending electric shocks straight to my core as his fingers trail a leisurely path down the valley between my heaving breasts. His hands journey lower, until they reach my quivering thighs.
He parts my legs, spreading me wide open for him.
With a slow, deliberate stroke, he slides one thick finger inside me, filling me up in a way that makes my eyes roll back in my head.
I gasp at the sensation, my back bowing off the bed as I eagerly thrust my hips, my body crying out for more of his touch.
My pussy clenches around his finger, already desperate for release.
His thumb begins to work in slow circles around my swollen clit, adding a maddening layer of pleasure to the delicious fullness of his finger thrusting in and out. I whimper and writhe beneath him, my hands reaching out to cling to his broad shoulders as I lose myself in the sensation of his touch.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He growls against the skin of my thigh, his warm breath sending a fresh wave of shivers down my spine.
“Please,” I gasp. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Vulcan increases his pace and I cry out in euphoria, but his darkened eyes don’t move from where his fingers work.
“Please,” I say, frustrated and on the verge of tears.
But he isn’t finished yet. He slides another finger inside me, stretching me wider than ever before.
Fuck, no man has made me feel like this and he’s only using his fingers.
The sensation is almost too much to bear, but I crave it all the same.
Each thrust is deeper and harder and more desperate than the last. He climbs up my body and begins to massage my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.
His lips leave a trail of desire down my neck, across my collarbone, until he reaches my aching nipple.
He takes it into his mouth, sucking hard as his fingers continue to work me over.
I’ve never felt so full, so wanted, so completely consumed by pleasure. The feeling of his mouth on my breast, combined with the relentless thrusting of his fingers, is almost too much to bear. I can feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I rock my hips against him.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Come for me, baby,” Vulcan whispers. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”
With one final thrust, I lose control. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, consuming me entirely as I cry out his name.
My pussy clenches around his fingers, milking them for all they’re worth as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.
I can feel myself pulsing and contracting around him.
Oh my fucking God.
As the waves of pleasure begin to subside, Vulcan slowly slides his fingers out of me, eliciting one final gasp of pleasure from deep in my chest as he does.
He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.
The sight of him tasting my arousal is almost enough to make me come again.
“Mm. Just as I thought. Amazing.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine again.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only fuels my desire further.
His hands roam my body, caressing every curve as if committing them to memory.
I reach between us—needing to feel him—and wrap my fingers around his thick, hard cock.
He moans into my mouth as I stroke him, feeling him throb in my hand.
“I need you now,” I whisper against his lips. “Please, Vulcan. I want to feel all of you.”
“Whatever you want, it’s yours, baby.”
He grabs my right thigh, lifting it up and over his hip, opening me up to him. I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its hardness. My breath catches in my throat as he slowly pushes forward, stretching me inch by glorious inch.
“Oh god,” I moan, my head falling back against the pillow as he fills me completely.
Vulcan moans like I’m his salvation, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily as if savoring the sensation, before he snaps them open again.
“You feel incredible,” he breathes out as he begins to move. Each thrust is slow initially, allowing me to adjust to his size. My hands roam over his back, feeling the powerful muscles work beneath his skin.
The room seems to spin slightly as our rhythm builds. The sound of our breaths mingling with the soft moans that escape my lips fills the air. Vulcan’s grip on my thigh tightens as he dives deeper, each thrust pushing me closer to the brink.
The fire in his eyes burns brighter with every motion, and I can’t look away. His hand slides up my body to cradle my face, his thumb caressing my cheek softly. “Tell me what you need,” he whispers against my lips.
“More.”
Vulcan responds with a growl, his movements quickening, driving into me with a purpose.
I cling to him desperately, digging my nails into his shoulders as if he’s the only thing keeping me anchored to this world.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
I’m close, so close, the world narrowing down to the point of bliss that Vulcan is guiding me toward.
For a moment, I see the flash of pain in his expression, and I loosen my hold, guilt threading through the haze of passion. I need to be careful, to remember he’s not invincible, that he’s still healing. But he doesn’t even slow down.
“I told you not to worry about it. Keep those nails digging into me if that’s what you need.”