Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mira
Iwake up in the morning to a soft, pleasant sensation of something fluttering against the back of my neck.
It almost feels like the wings of butterflies beating against my skin, accompanied by the heat of a hot body against my back.
The pleasant sensation is quickly upended by a sharp sting as Dorian sinks his teeth into my nape, causing me to arch against him with a gasp.
I fist the sheets in front of me when he snakes an arm around my waist and slips his hand beneath my borrowed hoodie, wrapping it around my breast and squeezing it tight.
He releases my neck from his teeth and trails his lips over to my ear. “Good morning,” he rumbles.
A small moan is my response as he squeezes my nipple, causing warmth to spark in my core.
“Dorian…” My words trail off, lost to a groan as he twists my nipple and snakes his other arm around me, fingers gliding between my folds.
“You’re not wet,” he observes, sounding extremely displeased at the fact.
“I just woke up,” I gasp. “Keep doing that and it’ll change pretty damn soon.”
“Good,” Dorian says lowly, sinking his teeth into the juncture where my shoulder meets my neck. “I’d like to fuck you before we get out of bed this morning, Mira. If you’re not on board with that, say so now. Otherwise, settle in for the ride.”
I bite my lip as my breathing speeds. His fingers below find my clit, idly circling and plucking at it, igniting a low, molten warmth that quickly causes a trickle of arousal to seep out of me.
He dips his fingers lower, sliding just a centimeter inside of me to scoop up the wetness.
He smears my juices over my clit, allowing him to play with me more easily.
“I need to hear a yes or a no,” Dorian whispers, punctuating the words with a kiss on the shell of my ear, then a light nibble on the lobe.
“Y—yes,” I stutter. After the events of last night, I am very much in the mood to forget all about the harsh realities of the real world.
I want to lose myself to the sensation of Dorian’s touch, let him take the lead and make me forget my own name.
We’ve only gotten sexual when he’s decided I need to be punished; I don’t know if he’ll be quite so dominant now, but I’m sure he’ll still make me come so hard I see stars.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Sit up,” he breathes.
I follow his instructions without argument. He spreads my legs and settles between them, fingering the hem of my sweatshirt and tugging at it. I lift my arms up overhead, allowing him to pull it off. He tosses it over his shoulder, and it lands in the corner of the room with a light thump.
Dorian’s eyes travel a slow path over my body, his gaze so heated it feels like a physical sensation.
Icy-hot fingers caused by his stare travel a path over my lips, down my neck, and linger for a while on my breasts.
Then, they go lower, until they’re brushing over my pussy, further down to my thighs and legs.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says quietly, giving his head a shake.
Almost as if he can’t believe that I’m real, I’m here, and at least for now, I’m his.
“So gorgeous, Mira, it kills me.” His eyes darken with desire as he meets my gaze.
“I don’t like administering pain, but this is going to hurt a bit. ”
Well… “You do have a monster cock.”
His lips quirk, and amusement briefly brightens his eyes. “Pardon?”
“A monster cock,” I repeat, waving at his crotch. “That thing is set to send me to the hospital.” My brows furrow. “In case I do actually end up making a trip to the ER after this, I hope you know I’m not paying for my punctured lung. I’m sending you the bill.”
Dorian chuckles. “Jesus, Mira. You’re funny in the mornings.
But I think we’ve talked enough. I’m not going to actually injure you, you goof, but it might hurt at first.” He hooks his hands under my knees, rears back, and gives an abrupt yank on my legs.
I nearly choke on my inhale as I slide down on the bed.
My head hits the pillow with enough force to make me dizzy.
“First, I want to dine,” he says, spreading my folds with his thumbs and leaning down. “I’ve missed your taste. Have you missed having me between your legs?”
“Not when you make me come so much I can barely stand,” I murmur, half-teasing. He really does have a tendency to take things overboard, but then again, this isn’t a punishment. I hope. I was pretty terrible to him last night, but he didn’t seem truly upset about it.
“You’ll come as many times as I want you to come,” he murmurs, leaning down. “When we’re having sex, I’m in charge, and I think that’s how you prefer it. You don’t have to do any of the work; just lie back and take it like a good girl. Do you like that?”
His breath ghosting over my pussy makes me squirm with anticipation. When his gaze flicks up to meet mine, I nod with a whimper.
“Good girl.” His tongue gives me a long, slow lick over my folds and swirls around my clit. My back arches, and I dig my nails into the sheets with a long moan as he goes to fucking town on my pussy.
He alternates between thrusting his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, and laving it over my clit. I squirm and moan and whimper as he drives me up and up into an orgasm that promises to shatter my world, but just when I’m on the precipice, he pulls away.
“Dorian,” I whine, panting. “Please.”
“You want to come, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice a teasing coo. “You will. I promise you will, but only when I’m ready for you to. Do you understand?”
“Please,” I repeat.
He smiles faintly. “I love the sound of your pleading, Mira. Keep begging me, but know that it won’t make much of a difference.”
The total loss of control pricks at my pride a little bit, but it’s overwhelmingly sexy.
Dorian isn’t shy or demure about sex; he’s really damn good at it, and he takes charge as if he was born to lead.
It’s impossible not to want to submit to his desires, so that’s precisely what I do.
I let him take over, I forget about doing any of the work, and I whine and whimper and damn near cry as he edges me nearly into oblivion.
Five times I beg him to let me come; five times he leaves me high and dry, until my entire body aches with the desire to come.
“Good girl, taking everything I have to give,” he praises gently. “How badly do you want to come?”
I toss my head from side to side, legs trembling. “So badly.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my mound.
I crane my neck to watch him. The sight that greets me is so erotic I nearly come from it alone.
Dorian’s hands gripping my thighs so tightly the skin creases under his hold.
His eyes, fixed on me with complete attention.
His lips shining with the evidence of my desire.
He licks my taste off his lips, and I nearly lose it right there and then.
“Then come,” he says simply. He wraps his lips around my clit and suckles gently.
My back bows painfully, and an agonized cry escapes me as I come with a jerk and full-body shake.
My channel clenches convulsively; two fingers slide inside me, and Dorian groans against my flesh as he feels me fall apart around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant. “Oh, god, Dorian—” I cut off as the pleasure becomes too much, as sensitivity causes goosebumps to break out over my skin. “Dorian. I—I can’t—”
“Come for me again,” he demands, pulling back. “I want to hear you call my name.”
It doesn’t take me long to oblige him on both fronts, especially when he curves the fingers buried inside me upward, tickling a spot on the top of my channel that makes my toes curl and breasts ache for attention.
My second orgasm is faster than the first, but no less potent.
He keeps stimulating me until I ride it out completely and am left a trembling, sweating puddle on the bedsheets.
“Look at all this arousal,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers out of me and scooping up the wetness glistening over my pussy.
He brings them to his lips, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I watch him suck them into his mouth, as if he can’t get enough of my taste.
He climbs his way up my body and slants his lips over mine, letting me taste myself.
I moan into the erotic kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, keeping him close.
“You’re going to need to be a very good girl for me and take deep breaths,” he murmurs, pulling away. “If it hurts too much, tell me. This is not meant to be painful. Okay?”
I nod, chasing his lips for another kiss. He’s warm, masculine, and so utterly in charge, it frees me of any burden or responsibility. I want everything he has to give; I want to take his cock, take all his desires, let him turn me into his personal toy.
“Fuck me, Dorian,” I whisper against his lips. “Please.”
He smiles into our kiss. “Anything my girl wants. Anything you could possibly desire, Mira, I’ll give to you.
If you want to watch the world burn, I’ll strike the match that sets it on fire.
If you want to see the people who hurt you die, I’ll bring you their heads on a silver platter.
If you want to be loved, cherished, and adored, I’ll spend hours reminding you just how much you mean to me. ”
“What do I mean to you?” My voice is quiet now, filled with shyness and uncertainty. I don’t think I’ve had anyone care for me the way Dorian does in a long time, if ever.
Dorian blinks slowly. “Everything.”
He shucks his boxers with a few quick tugs while my breath catches and my eyes flutter at his admission.
He hooks one of my legs high on his waist, gripping it under the knee, and uses his other hand to bring his hot, hard cock over my pussy.
Instead of thrusting right into me, he glides it up and down my slit, getting it wet with my arousal and teasing my clit until I think I might come again.