Chapter 5
Chapter Five
VIVIENNE HAWTHORNE
H is scent overwhelms me—dark, rich, something purely him. My body betrays me the moment he presses against me, caging me in with nothing but his sheer presence. I should be fighting harder. I should be resisting.
But I can’t.
I don’t want to.
His lips crash into mine, claiming, devouring. I moan into his mouth, my hands finding the hard ridges of his chest, his shoulders, feeling the raw strength beneath my fingertips. He growls, a deep, possessive sound that makes heat pool low in my belly.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough, hungry.
I am. But not from fear.
He knows.
His hands roam over my body, slow, teasing, torturous, like he wants to savor every second of this. Like he wants to remind me exactly who I belong to.
“Orion,” I breathe, my fingers digging into his skin.
He lifts me in one swift motion, and my legs wrap around his waist as he presses me against the cave wall. The cool stone at my back does nothing to soothe the fire raging beneath my skin. The need. The ache.
His mouth moves down my neck, his tongue flicking over my pulse before his teeth scrape the sensitive skin there. I arch against him, gasping, my body demanding more.
“Still so sensitive,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my throat.
My nails rake down his back as he grinds against me, the hard length of him pressing exactly where I need it most. I whimper, desperate, shameless.
“I need—” I can’t finish. I don’t have the words.
He chuckles darkly, dragging his lips down to my collarbone, his hands slipping beneath my dress, pushing it up.
"You were impatient back then, too."
My head falls back as he kisses, bites, claims every inch of my skin, his hands parting my thighs, fingers skimming higher, teasing me through the thin scrap of fabric keeping me from him.
“You’re drenched.” He groans, rubbing slow, torturous circles over my core. “All for me.”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaking. Only for you. Always for you.
His mouth crashes back onto mine, and I melt into him, my body trembling as his fingers slip inside me, curling, stretching, filling. I moan into his kiss, rolling my hips against his hand, needing more, more, more.
He growls, pulling away just enough to look at me, his silver-blue eyes burning with something dangerous.
“Kneel.”
The command sends a shiver through me.
I obey.
I drop to my knees, my fingers trailing down his abdomen as I unlace his pants, my breath quickening as he springs free, thick, heavy, already leaking for me.
I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. But I do. Gods, I do.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking slow, savoring the way his muscles tighten, the way his breath hitches when I swipe my tongue over the tip.
“Vivienne,” he rasps, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching around him, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him deep.
He curses, his grip tightening, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. I moan around him, my tongue swirling, my pace quickening.
He groans, low, guttural, wrecked. His hands guide my movements, but I set the rhythm, dragging him to the edge with every flick of my tongue, every stroke of my lips.
“You’re going to make me—” His voice is tight, strangled.
I don’t stop. I want to ruin him the way he’s ruined me.
His hips snap forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I take him, swallow him, own him.
His growl echoes through the cave, and then?—
He yanks me off him, panting, shaking.
Before I can catch my breath, he flips me around, presses me against the wall, and parts my legs with his knee.
“Now,” he growls against my ear, his breath hot, his hands gripping my hips. “I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”
And then—nothing.
The unbearable pause before the fall.
I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing, aching.
Waiting for him to claim me again.