Chapter 30 #2
“Don’t move your hands until I tell you to.
” He continued to trace every curve of my body with his mouth as if needing to commit the feel of it to memory.
His hand explored me with feverish enthusiasm as if he hadn't done it every day prior.
His mouth settled over my peaked nipple, and he sucked me into his mouth once again, biting down hard.
A gasp escaped me as his teeth sank deeper–a wave of euphoric pain coursing through my body.
His bite was firm, hard, but not enough to break skin as his tongue roved over me.
He continued to work his way down my body before settling between my legs.
He pulled me forward with a force that took me by surprise, something between a high-pitched scream and a giggle escaping me.
But he swallowed it down with one slow, warm, languid kiss before settling between my legs again.
He let his thumb trace over me in slow circles, and I writhed under his touch, arching upward into him.
“Is this what you want, Quincey?” A groan escaped him as he looked up at me from between my legs.
“Yes, please, yes,” I moaned. “This is all I want.”
The gasp that bubbled up from deep inside me died instantly on my lips the moment Thallor brought his mouth down against my clit.
The sound that escaped him, however, was primal, guttural, and it filled the space in my room and my ears, sending coursing waves of ecstasy through my body.
My back arched off the bed, desperate for any and all friction that he would give me, but he gripped my hips with a possessiveness that told me he was in charge.
His fingers dug into my skin, my skin blooming in a bruised constellation as a memory of each and every night we’d spent together.
And I loved them each and every one. Because I wanted this.
I wanted him. I wanted a permanent reminder of the way he clung to me.
Clung to my body. I wanted to wear the imprint of him on my skin like a badge of honour.
I moaned his name or some semblance of it. “I love it when you come undone for me, baby,” Thallor spoke into me as liquid heat coursed through my veins. “Tell me who you belong to.”
I could barely hear him over the sound of my own desire.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he repeated.
It wasn't a question. It was a demand filled with a need so intense that I could hear it in his words.
But I couldn't respond. I couldn't think.
I couldn't even catch my breath as I chased the raging fire within me.
My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as he moved his tongue over me, pulling moan after moan from my lips.
I let my hands tug at his hair, desperate for more. For anything he would give me.
And then he stopped. No, please. My breath came out ragged, frustrated.
“Say. It. Quincey,” he commanded
“You. I belong to you,” I gasped as I continued to drown in the sensation of his mouth on me.
“You taste like sin,” he said, smiling as he pushed a finger inside me.
I cried out in shock, a pleasure-filled gasp echoing off the walls of my bedroom as my pussy clenched around him. For several dizzying seconds, I had to breathe through the pleasure that wracked through my body, racing across my skin like fireworks.
He moved his fingers in a long, drawn-out motion, working me slowly as I unravelled beneath him.
When my back left the bed, arching up into him, desperate and hungry for more, he picked up speed, curling them inside me and hitting the spot that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
Every thrust of his fingers sent me spiralling into a haze of pure, blissful relief.
Thallor curled his fingers again, something between a whimper and a moan pulled from my lips that had him smirking in amusement and humming–all too pleased with himself.
I rasped his name repeatedly–seemingly the only word I knew–as he fucked me harder with his fingers
“Fuck, Quincey,” He moaned, losing his control as I worked to catch my breath. He pulled his fingers out of me just as I reached the peak of my own pleasure, doing little to ease the cresting tension that currently clutched at my body.
I groaned in frustration, grabbing his arm and placing it back between my legs.
Shamelessly, I ground into him, feeling the peak of my own orgasm lingering just out of reach.
I knew he wanted to torture me. Make me beg for it.
But I didn’t want that. I was desperate for release.
Desperate for whatever he would give me.
He caught my wrists easily, pinning them above my head, a glare of something dark written across his face. “I thought I told you to keep your hands where they were.” His voice was gravelly in my ear as he pressed his body down against mine, caging me under a wall of muscle.
His cock rubbed at my entrance. It was bare.
Thick. Hard. He pushed inside me just a little, leaving me with an ache so laced in need I could barely remember my own name.
And then, in perfect contrast to everything that just happened, Thallor brought a hand up to my jaw, letting his fingers brush against my skin before settling his palm across my throat.
He looked down at me, the silent question written across his face, as if he was still unsure if he could take everything I was offering. “Is this okay? I need to know if you still want this?”
I pushed up so my lips met his. Just the softest of kisses. “This. You. Everything,” I said. “I want it all. I want it forever.”
“You’re sure?” he said, voice gravelly as his lips brushed against my temple.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Then tell me how badly you want my cock, Quincey.”
“Please, Thallor,” I whimpered as he kissed my jaw, my arms still pinned above me. “I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”
“You’re going to come with me inside you,” he said, dragging the head of his cock along my clit. “But not until I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Louder.”
“Yes. Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.”
He had used those words before, and every time they made me feel the same way. Between his whispered commands and sweet praises, I felt like I was coming undone at the seams. A lifetime of overachieving, and all I have is a praise kink to show for it.
And then he pushed inside me. One strong, firm, unrelenting stroke down to the hilt. A cry of pleasure escaped me as he thrust into me. “Fuck,” he whispered into my ear, the sensation of his breath against my skin leaving me dizzy. “Jesus, Quincey, fuck…”
His grip remained firm on my throat in a fashion that was all parts terrifying and euphoric.
It sent a flood of electricity up my spine that left me gasping for breath.
And then for a moment he didn't move, he just let me feel him.
It took me a moment to adjust to his size, as it always did.
There was a sharp, sweet sting as he pulled out slightly and thrust into me again.
It was a delightful mix of pleasure and pain that shot through me like lightning
Thallor fucked me slowly at first, watching as I fell apart.
He held me steady when I tried to move faster and whispered filth in my ears and sang my praises as I opened up for him.
And with every passing moment, he began to speed up, moving with a hunger and intensity that kept me on the verge of losing control.
But it was there that I wanted to stay. Teetering on the edge of desire as fear and pleasure flooded my veins.
I reached down between my legs, desperate for release as my orgasm continued to build up inside me.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Thallor growled.
“Please.”
“I thought we had an understanding, Quincey.”
But I wanted more. I needed more. My breaths came out ragged and shallow, the pulsing want setting my body aflame. “Then you touch me,” I moaned, pulling his lips toward mine. I wasn’t sure if I heard it correctly, but a smile tore across my face anyway at the almost-whimper he made in response.
I clenched around him, and instinctively, his grip got tighter around my throat, sending waves of dizzying energy through me. I was close. So close.
“Thallor, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, baby. I know you can.” He thrust his cock into me again, grinding down to his hips until he was buried deep inside me.
“You’ll take everything I give you. And you’ll only come when I allow it.
Not a second before.” His words were so commanding, but his tone was full of admiration and praise.
“Look at you,” he continued. “Fuck, Quincey, you are fucking heaven.”
I met his gaze, and in it, I saw chaos. My want, his hunger, and the unrelenting pleasure that existed between us. “I want to feel you clamp down around me when you come. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
But as he spoke, the world around me blurred.
I descended into an abyss of pure euphoria, riding the wave of ecstasy as my orgasm shuddered through me.
I could not tell where I ended, and Thallor began as we were consumed by the insatiable hunger that bound us.
A moment later, I felt the pulses of Thallor’s own orgasm, filling me with that sweet, intoxicating stretch.
After cleaning us up, he settled next to me, pressing the gentleness of kisses to my temple before pulling me close and covering us in a duvet. I grazed his chest with my finger, taking in the marks I'd left. “I scratched you a little, I’m sorry,” I said as a blush crept up the side of my face.
Thallor simply kissed my forehead in response. “Good, I want the memories of me inside you etched into my skin. I want you to mark me, the way I’ll mark your soul. I want you to know that I am yours just as much as you are mine.”
I turned to face him, heart thudding so loud it echoed in my ears. The boyish grin was cute, sweet, and a little crooked, but his eyes still held something fierce. Something dark. Something I wanted for the rest of my life.