Chapter 10 #3
“Make up your mind, little angel. Like this?” Circles now, so light, making her nerve endings dance and then scream. Feathering up and down before lingering. Never enough.
Her hips gyrated toward him, but every time she got close enough, he backed off. She used her heel on his back to try to drag him closer, her magic to coax him, but her pleas were met with a dark chuckle.
“Now you’ll please me.” He ripped her bindings away. She staggered toward him, dizzied with lust. He threw her over his shoulder and marched toward the house.
She fought to break free, more games, wanting to feel his strength as he held her put.
She thought he might slam her against the door and force her to pleasure him there.
Or bend her over the back of the couch, or a table, and take her.
Any number of things. Her mind raced with possibilities that were delirious. Feverish.
Instead, he carried her into his bedroom, pushed the door shut, and locked it. The action gave her a thrill; she was trapped in here with a big monster. At his whim. Dancing to his tune.
“Strip me,” he commanded. His shadows soaked the air, curling around her. Instead of terrifying her, though, they flirted, coaxing out her energy and mingling playfully.
Hands shaking, she did as he said, thankful he was wearing a plain T-shirt instead of a shirt with a row of buttons.
He curled his fist into her hair as she undid his pants.
His incredible torso flexed and his biceps popped as he forced her down by her hair.
She dragged his pants with her, closing her eyes in bliss, wondering what would happen next.
Wanting whatever it was. Whatever this was.
His breath tumbled out, heady and heavy.
“Suck,” he commanded.
She took his large erection at its base and leaned in, no finesse, not like the first time. She took him in deep, gagged, and tried for deeper still. He dragged her away, tugging her hair before pushing her back in. Away. In.
“Good,” he cooed, before yanking her to standing again. He crashed his lips to hers and picked her up like she weighed nothing. She went to wrap her legs around his waist, but he threw her. She landed on the bed in a tumble of limbs.
Hands on the inside of her knees, he pushed her legs open and then delivered the promise he’d been teasing her with outside.
His mouth consumed her, licking and sucking.
His fingers plunged and curved, hitting her just right.
He worked her hard, without mercy, and it felt so damn good, her whole body flexed.
Her mouth fell open, her eyes rolled back, and a climax dragged her under.
He didn’t stop, though, like a man possessed. He kept going, working her up again, and again, stringing her out on pure bliss. On him.
He had earned his reputation; that was clear. Holy hell, the man was a god, and she did not at all mind telling him so.
Screaming it at him, actually. It was all she was capable of.
After the last climax, while she breathed heavily, with jelly for limbs, he crawled over her. His weight pushed her into the soft mattress. His kisses took on a different feel. A softer feel.
“Now we do what I’ve been craving, Natasha,” he whispered, rubbing his tip along her wetness before easing in slowly.
Reverently. “I have longed for this.” He stroked within her, so deeply.
Sweetly. “I have dreamt of it. Wished for it. Manifested it.” She felt his lips curl against hers. “Craved it.”
His kiss turned deep to match his thrusts.
“None of those could hold a candle to actually feeling you. You feel so fucking good.”
He threaded his fingers into hers and lifted her hands above their heads. He moved faster, kissed harder, maintained contact. Her body wound up again; she savored the feeling of him inside her, his hands holding hers, his kiss rooting her to the moment.
“Come with me, Natasha,” he commanded, and she blasted apart for him, crying out his name and shaking against him. He shuddered, groaning long and low.
In the aftermath, he didn’t roll off her or even shift his weight. He continued to kiss her, his body staying in hers. He released her hands so she could slide them around his back, and he put his around her.
“And now we take on Jessie and Austin for the longest session.” His smile was devious and so incredibly handsome.
His soft eyes delved into hers, expressing the feeling behind his actions.
He’d given her what she’d needed and taken what he had, but it wasn’t just physical. She could read that sentiment plainly.
She didn’t get a chance to think more about it before he was moving again.
“One more like this.” He leaned back down to her. “Then maybe we’ll get gymnastics involved, hmm? How flexible are you, little angel?”
Turned out she was quite flexible, and had no idea how many positions there actually were until he tried to do every single one of them, each of them yielding a toe-curling climax.
She’d made a huge mistake coming here tonight. She’d always been very good at walking away. At not getting attached.
She worried that this time, she might not be very good at all.