Chapter 17 #2
Before I know what’s happening, he pushes off my body, and the next thing I know is his mouth sucking on me there, the tip of his tongue snaking around my sensitive flesh.
I feel for his head, grabbing on to his hair while he eats me to my core, his growling vibrating through my veins like crack. I need more of this. More of him.
“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop!” My cry morphs into a series of gasps, needing the wave of release so badly, I’d die just to feel it.
His fingers ram back inside me while his tongue does sinful things to my core.
This is better than oxygen. I’m addicted—to him, to what he does. I can’t give this up, and he hasn’t even been inside me. Hasn’t even looked into my eyes as he entered me.
Would I like it? Would I be scared?
I don’t know, but I want to find out.
But this? This right here is the best I’ve ever felt, so anything after that will be even better.
He flattens his tongue and moves it in circular motions. My hands are shaking, my knees buckling.
“I’m gonna…” The words die in my throat as the most powerful release I have ever felt pummels through me. “Yes! Oh God, A!”
His growling sensations only push me further over the edge while his teeth graze me there as I spill on his tongue.
He sucks me into his mouth, and when he’s done, he kisses the insides of both of my thighs, then up my stomach, until he’s on his feet again.
He flips me around until I face him, and he reaches behind me, undoing my hands and setting them free.
His body is back against mine, and his breaths are heavy while mine burn through my lungs.
“Beautiful and sweet,” he says. “Just like I knew you’d be.”
“A…” I cry, my hand reaching out, palm cupping his cheek.
When I feel his skin beneath my fingertips, an ache lodges in my throat.
I run my fingers across his full, soft lips, tracing them.
Down I go, drawing around his stubbled jaw and to his other cheek.
My God, I want to see him. But this, right now, is enough.
I place his cheek within my palm once more and pant from the weight of my emotions.
Instead of running, he delves his face into my touch, like it’s the most powerful thing in the world. Together, we stay this way for seconds or minutes, but neither of us is counting. And all I wish is for us to stay this way forever.
“Kayla…” My name is a throaty rasp.
“Yes?”
“I’ve never let anyone touch me this way before.”
Tears burn within my eyes because I feel his pain. Feel it etched into every word, into his every molecule. The love he’s lacked, the affection that has never been shown to him, it burns in him. He needs it so badly. He doesn’t have to say it. I can sense it as though the pain is my own.
“Do you like it?” I run the back of my hand across his mouth. “Do you like my hands on you?”
Instead of answering, he grabs my jaw, not hard enough to hurt, yet strong enough to feel it burning through my skin.
With his other hand, he catches my wrists and pins my arms to the wall above my head, and slowly, he moves his body closer until it’s trapping mine.
His lips… I can feel them hovering there against my mouth, like they’re fighting for a taste.
I’m afraid to say a word, afraid he won’t kiss me. A moan slips out from my lips when he brushes his with mine.
I bury my fingers in his hair, careful not to push him into me, wanting him to want it himself.
“My baby bird… You’re my curse and my sanctuary.”
Before I can question the meaning of those words, he slams his lips to mine and ends this grueling torture.
I groan with everything in me, my hands gripping his head, hair, anything I can grasp. His fingers are everywhere too—running up my thighs, my arms, tangled into my hair as his sensual growls beat with utter abandon.
His heavy cock rocks between us, and I want to get on my knees and taste him, make him mine in every way possible. There’s no shame. No mistaking my need for him even while it may not make sense.
But I don’t fight it. I don’t want to. Those monsters from my past don’t get to ruin a single thing about this moment. They don’t deserve that. They never will. Every day, I’ll fight. I’ll fight their hold on me until I’m the one who wields the power.
I lower one hand and grip his length in my palm. He nips my lower lip, grunting as I stroke him.
I want this. I need this.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth, matching my movements, dropping his hand to my center.
Without warning, he thrusts multiple fingers inside my soaked pussy and curls them, driving into me so roughly, stars erupt behind my eyes.
“Mmm,” I whimper around his mouth, fisting the crown of his cock in my palm, so hard he grunts.
With a quick jerk, he yanks my head back by my hair. “You need to stop touching me like that. You’re gonna make me come, and I’m not coming in my pants.”
“Yes!” I gasp when he flicks my clit. “I—I want you…in my mouth. Inside me. Everywhere. Please. Give me that. Force it… Oh, God… Force it into my mouth.”
Maybe I’m sick for wanting things this way, but it’s what I want, and I’m tired of feeling shame for it.
“God damn you, Kayla! You make me want to shackle you to my bed and never let you go.”
My hands move to find the button of his pants while his fingers wrap around my throat like a collar I’d willingly wear.
He squeezes, making me dizzy with desire while I unzip him, needing to feel his silky, hard flesh in my hand.
When I do, when I reach inside and feel him…
“Shit,” he groans, fingertips pushing into my throat.
He wants this badly.
“You sure about this?” he husks out by my ear.
“Yes.”
One word… That’s all it takes for the switch to flip, and the monster I’ve been waiting for comes out to play.