24. I Want You
I Want You
“Then fuck me.”
The air in the room changed instantly, thickening with lust, smoke, and spice.
He captures my lips with his, biting, sucking, and licking. I fight to keep up, to challenge his dominance, but his hand moves across my stomach, causing me to gasp. He keeps going, moving higher and higher until he grazes my breast.
His teeth scrape against my lip and he pulls back with a satisfied yet hungry smile.
“I can’t decide if I want my mouth on you or if I want to look at your face while my hands are on you.”
Fuck.
I swear his voice has got deeper, and it’s doing things to me.
He cups my breast, his large hand covering me and drags down my bra, exposing my nipples to the cold air.
I gasp.
“Yeah. This was the right decision.”
I feel drunk. Delirious, and he’s barely even touched me.
He rolls my nipple, pinching and pulling until it becomes red, then moves on to the other. The entire time his eyes don’t leave my face. My cheeks flush, and I can’t control the breathy sounds that are coming from my mouth.
My whole body trembles and my eyes slip closed. He grabs my face, his fingers pressing into my cheeks.
“Open your eyes, Angel.” He growls.
He releases my jaw and drops his head in time for me to see him suck my nipple into his mouth.
He alternates between sucking and biting, scraping his teeth against the sensitive flesh.
The cold air feels colder against my wet nipples as he lets go, sucking the skin around them and working his way up my throat, leaving red bruises in his wake.
My nails rake down his back, and a possessiveness lingers in my mind at the thought of him walking around with my mark on him.
He moans into my skin, biting and kissing my neck and jaw.
“That’s it, Angel. I’m all yours.”
He pulls me close to his body. His heat sears through his clothes and licks at my skin and his heartbeat hammers against mine. He pulls off his shirt. I want to stare, to admire the swell and dips of his muscles. I want to trace every single one with my hands and my tongue.
But he doesn’t give me a second to appreciate his body and pulls my skirt from me, sliding it down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my wet panties.
A frustrated growl leaves me, and I yank at his jeans. He chuckles, grabbing my wrists with one hand and holding me away while he undoes them with the other. It’s oddly erotic.
They fall from his thick thighs, and I want to kneel before him and worship his body. The light scattering of hair, the way his boxers cling to his body, outlining him. Teasing me and intimidating me all in one swoop.
I lick my abused lips, and he darts back in. Capturing my mouth with his, moving us together. Skin against skin, tongue against tongue.
I writhe in his arms, unable to stop myself from moving against him. Needing something, anything, to keep this feeling growing.
His hand rests on my neck, holding me still, keeping me in place where he wants me. His fingers graze my swollen scent gland and I let out a squeak, moaning into the air.
Keeping me still, he moves down my body until his warm breath hits my core.
“So wet,” he tuts.
“What are we going to do about this?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. My mind is trying to catch up to the reality that he is here, touching me, kissing me, wanting me.
My panties tear from my body, leaving me completely exposed to him.
I can feel how wet I am, and more slick dribbles from me the closer he gets.
His hand wanders over my thighs, lightly grazing the sensitive skin and digging into the flesh of my arse cheeks.
He throws my legs over his head. Keeping one arm between my breasts, holding my throat, the other clenched around my thigh.
I should feel exposed, self-conscious, but all I feel is desire. I want him.
“Say that again.” He demands with a growl.
My brain feels slow, fighting to catch up and losing.
His fingers tighten, cutting off my air. I stare down at him. His hand on my neck, his arm between my breasts, his head between my thighs. Bruises litter my body, teeth marks and love bites red against my pale skin. I shudder.
It’s everything.
“Tell me how badly you want me.”
“I want you.”
“I want you.” I repeat, louder, more sure.
He rewards me, dipping his head lower and grazing his tongue over my clit. It’s light and not nearly enough. But the more I wiggle and move, trying to demand more, to take more, the less he gives.
“I WANT YOU.” I shout.
I sound desperate. My voice cracks and the air in my lungs feels thick. His smoke has become the very air that I breathe.
He dives in. Sucking me into his mouth, then releasing, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around before going back in. Repeating until I’m on the edge. I fight against him, unable to keep still, but his powerful body keeps me down, letting him tip me over the edge into unending pleasure.
His fingers slip inside me, pressing, twisting, and pulsing until I feel it again. I cum with a shout and he shudders against me, working me through the orgasm with growling vibrations.
He comes up for air, releasing my throat. His face glistens with my slick and the redness from my cheeks spread.
“Perfect.”
His muscles ripple, and his canines cannot be missed. He’s holding himself back. I follow him up, coming onto my knees before him. My hands press to his chest, the rapid beating of his heart meeting my palms. I slide down. Locking eyes with him as my fingertips touch the top of his boxers.
He bites his lip, blood tricking down his chin, and groans.
I pull them down, releasing his cock. It bounces between us, hot and heavy.
But like he did with me, I keep my eyes on his face.
I get it now. The pleasure he got from seeing me.
I wrap my hand around his cock, and his whole body convulses.
His hand snaps to mine. Together we move, sliding our hands up and down his silky skin.
We move in closer until our hands and his cock are pressed between our bodies. We don’t stop moving. Not when his free hand rests on my back. Not when he tips us to lie down. Not as his body covers mine. Not even when he uses our hands to guide his cock into me.
It’s hot, thick, and long.
The tip alone makes me clench around him, both my pussy fluttering and my hand tightening. His jaw ticks and he pulls our hands free. Pinning them above my head. Slowly, too slowly, he moves. Shallow thrusts as he works his length inside me.
I gasp, moan, and pant. He growls and groans.
We don’t speak. Not with words. But our bodies slide against each other. Hands grasp, twist, hold, and scratch. We lick, bite, and kiss every exposed inch of skin.
My body shakes, pleasure licking at my spine. My legs tighten around him and my pussy flutters. He keeps going, his thrusts deep and purposeful. Every movement aimed at hitting my most pleasurable spots.
“Cum for me. So I can cum for you.” He commands.
The low growl vibrates through me, and pleasure explodes behind my eyes. I shake in his hold. My hips grinding against his, dragging out the sensation.
He steals my breath.
With one last bruising kiss, he pulls out.
His body convulses and wet cum splatters over my skin, coating my stomach with him.
He rubs his cock through it, leaving a trail of my slick and mixing our pleasures.
His knot swells against me, pulsing and hot.
My core tightens at the thought of it inside me.
With a choppy breath, he lowers his head to mine, resting our foreheads together.
“I can’t bite you, but you can smell like me. Like us.”