Chapter 26 #2
Taking his dick in my hand, I hold him steady as I drag myself up and down his shaft, jerking my hips so the tip pushes against my clit in a way that has my toes curling into the plush rug beneath us.
“There you go.” He caresses the back of my thighs, chasing away some of the burning that gathers in my muscles as I buck my hips.
Sweeping his hands upward, he cups my ass and drags me toward him, mercifully helping me get the friction I need to tumble over the edge of the tease and find my orgasm.
Trembling, I continue the grinding frenzy until it’s too much and then collapse back into the floor, not concerned in the least with the uncomfortable angle I’m contorted in.
Carefully, he unfolds my legs from under me, wrapping them around his waist as he leans forward to hover over me.
I let my ragged breaths fill the space between us as he brushes my hair away from my face and kisses his way across my shoulders.
My eyes drift closed under the featherlight touch he traces my tattoos with.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me, Nightingale. You’re not done. Not even close; we’re just getting started.”
“Of course I’m not done, I need you inside me,” I gasp, reaching for his dick. With steady strokes, I bring him closer until the crown of him notches at my entrance. But the tease comes and goes as he sits back on his calves.
I’m ready to protest before he yanks me closer and lines himself up once again. My hips buck forward of their own volition as he guides the head into me. My pussy pulses, greedily opening wider for him.
“That’s it, take me, baby. Show me who this dick belongs to. Swallow all of me with that pretty cunt.” His eyes widen as he watches me pull him inside me.
I enjoy one moment of fullness before he’s rocking back and gliding out of me. I whine as he presses himself against me once again, pushing through the threshold as pleasure erupts white hot at my core.
“Look at that. Like I’ve always said, baby, we fit so fucking perfectly together.”
I can’t peel my gaze away from where he slips in and out of me, and neither can he.
It’s not just the erotic sight of it, either.
It shouldn’t be possible, and yet here I am, fucking the man I love even though I died days ago.
We’ve been through so damn much; this is a small consolation for our suffering, that there is something more, that our hopes weren’t unfounded.
“You might be dead, but this pussy is mine.” He thrusts into me so fully that it could be too much, but it’s just enough, exactly what I need. “I know you feel me the way I feel you.”
“Yes,” I affirm. “You make me feel alive again.”
As that reminds me of just how fleeting this all could be, he pulls me into his lap once again, thrusting harder, with purpose. I return each thrust, vigorously riding him and taking everything he has to give.
While we don’t know anything for certain, there is no doubt in this, the way our bodies meet and come together, an unspoken language that we both know intimately. Lips meeting, hands searching, skin slapping, we chase that gauntlet of truth that’s nearly within reach.
I’m a quivering mess as I take his brutal thrusts that shake the last of the mortality from me. Thorne fucks me with intent, like he can bury himself inside of me permanently if he just goes deep enough. Like maybe he can lock us together until we’re inseparable for good.
Of course, he can’t, but I’m not going to be the one to stop him from trying. No. I match him, ignoring the shadows that gather and shift around us just outside the circle he’s created. All that matters is us.
Us touching again.
Us feeling again.
Us coming together.
Us breaking apart.
Losing myself in the moment. In the movement and allowing myself to follow through.
Like spinning in teacups when you lose control of the wheel, leaning back, letting your head swim with the dizzying giddiness.
Chasing that, I come gripping around him, him emptying inside me, filling me with what I’ve been craving.
It’s not easy to come down from that, fracturing from the pressure, giving myself so wholly to the physical, but then he’s there, his hands roaming over my skin, guiding me back down to reality, putting me back in touch with myself.
When our breathing evens, Thorne lowers me to the ground. But he doesn’t lie next to me. Instead, he rolls me over and shifts my hips so my ass is raised in the air. I shiver under his attention, my pussy spasming.
“Fuck, you look so pretty bent over for me like this,” he groans while rubbing comforting circles over my cheeks.
“I could watch my cum leak between your thighs all day.” His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at me with pure lust. His fingers slide up my sensitive inner thighs and push the dripping cum back into my cunt.
“But it belongs in here.” With slow, methodical thrusts, he finger fucks it back into me, and I can’t tell where my own juices end and his begin as another rush of arousal drenches me.
“Lift my hips more, I don’t want to waste a drop,” I say as I clench, fighting to keep everything inside of me. Watching him over the curve of my ass, I’ve never wanted anything more than for him to fuck me again.
“I need you inside me.” The sound of my own wetness short-circuits my mind, desire overriding everything else. “Right now,” I plead as he continues fingering me.
“You know you never have to beg, but it makes me so hard when you do.” Sure enough, I can feel his cock stiffening against me again as he rubs the tip up and down between my ass cheeks. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes. I need more of your hot cum deep inside me, please.” Arching my back, I spread my thighs wider, ready to take him again.
“So perfect,” he groans as he slowly shifts his hips forward, sinking into me at an achingly slow pace. As his dick fills me, our cum leaks out, sticky and warm on my thighs. “Does that feel good for you too, baby?”
“Yes. This is exactly what I needed.”
Thorne picks up his pace just slightly as he rubs a hand along my back, tracing the repelling spider down to where it rests at the dip just above my ass. Stopping for a moment, he holds my hips still, forcing my cheeks to meet his abs while he leans down to kiss that sensitive spot.
“I’m going to be gone for a day or two, Nightingale.” He sighs as he starts shifting his hips again.
“What?” I try to sit up, panic making me grip around him when I do. “No, don’t leave me.”
“Shh, shhh, shh,” he soothes, arm banding around my waist as he continues to thrust. “It’s going to be okay. I won’t let you disappear again. He won’t be able to touch you while I’m gone.”
“You can’t—” I lose my words to a feral moan, Thorne cutting me off with a deep thrust.
“I can promise that.” With one arm around my waist and the other wrapping around my inner thigh, he shifts me so I’m sitting up on my knees.
“This…” His fingers sweep up my leg, collecting all the wetness there and bringing it to my clit.
“All this cum, is going to keep you safe. Keep that fucker away from what’s mine. ”
“Do it. I want everything you have to give.”
“That’s what you want? For me to fill you up with all my cum? I can do that. I can make sure that you’re all mine. Nobody else is going to fucking touch you, My Omen. You’re my fate, not his.” I melt under his words, going limp against him, falling apart.
Taking my wrists behind my back, Thorne pulls me flush against him, supporting my full weight as he continues to thrust into me faster and faster.
“I’m going to fill you up, I promise.” He kisses the tattoos on my cheek. “I promise, I promise, I promise,” he reiterates with each pump.
“Come for me, Thorne.”
With his fist in my hair, he bares my neck to him and bites down.
No longer bothered with the care of my delicate existence and low pain threshold, he takes full advantage of this transcendent opportunity, pushing us to a new level of pleasure, unlocking that last hidden part of me to him with a moan that’s torn from the most ravenous depths within me.
It shatters me, tearing through the last of my fears and reservations, making me anew as he empties himself inside of me.
A comfortable, exhausted silence passes between us as we sit there catching our breath, him still inside me. When he finally pulls out and sits back, I immediately move into his lap, chasing every moment I have with him.
“Where are you going?” I try not to pout, but I just got him back. I’m nowhere near ready to let him go.
“I think I’ve figured out how to get rid of Ivan, but I need…
I need to find something first.” His tattooed hands cup my face.
“I won’t be gone long. I’m not abandoning you, okay?
I will never leave you, Sol. Not when we can still have this.
One day, my corpse will join yours in that mausoleum, laid to rest right where it belongs, and then we’ll live out our forever in this house.
You and me, two souls intertwined for eternity.
That’s the only option.” He seals the promise with a kiss.
“I mean it, Sol. I will never leave you.”
Seeking out that steady beat of his heart, I hold my hand there, reminding myself that this is what matters. That as long as he’s okay, I can handle whatever comes my way.
“I’ll be here,” I attempt a joke, but his smile is small, worry entering his eyes.
“Let yourself rest while I’m gone, okay? You’ve earned it. We’ll deal with him when I’m back.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He kisses the top of my head, then helps me to my feet.
While I dress, I watch him closely; I inventory every curl of his dark hair, memorize every detail from the piercing through his brow and the scar on his lip to the tattooed eyes that wrap around his arm.
As he buttons up the bottom half of his shirt, he pulls me into his arms once again. “Stay safe for me.” Our eyes lock, and I nod, because that much I owe him.
I can only hope it’s a promise he can also keep as I watch him gather his keys from the dish and walk out the door.