Chapter 10
ONYX
That was all I needed to hear. I kissed her thighs, hips, and the soft crease where her leg met her center, watching her twitch with anticipation as I settled between her legs and spread her open.
Her pussy was pink and swollen, glistening from the orgasm I’d already given her, but I wasn’t even close to done.
“I’m gonna get you ready, baby,” I murmured, my mouth inches from her core. “Gonna make this good for you. Gotta make sure when I finally slide my cock inside you, all you can think about is how much you fucking need it.”
She whimpered, her hips lifting. I smiled before dragging my tongue through her folds.
She gasped, her entire body arching. I groaned against her, licking her again, but slower this time.
Long, wet strokes from her entrance to her clit, where I circled and sucked until she was writhing beneath me, grabbing at the sheets and moaning with abandon.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rasped. “Could eat this pussy for days. Might keep you in this bed and live between your legs. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
She moaned louder, her breath catching.
“Tell me, baby,” I whispered between sucks. “You want my tongue buried in your pussy? Want me licking up every drop while I stretch you open and make you come again?”
“Yes, please. Reeve—”
“Fuck, that’s what I want to hear.”
I slid two fingers into her, slow and deliberate, curling them just right as I sucked her clit back into my mouth. She screamed, her thighs clamping around my head as her body bucked into my face.
“Good girl,” I growled. “That’s it. Come for me again. Let me taste every fucking drop.”
She came hard, squeezing my fingers like a vise, her cries unfiltered. I didn’t stop. I worked her through it, licking and sucking until she was sobbing and trying to pull away, the pleasure too much and her body overwhelmed.
I eased up slowly, licking her softly as she shuddered and shook. When I finally pulled back, her pussy was fluttering with aftershocks, and she looked wrecked. And stunning. Her hair was tangled, her lips swollen, and her tits rose and fell with every desperate breath she took.
I stripped the rest of my clothes off and moved up her body, covering her with mine, every inch of my skin against hers. My cock rubbed against her slick folds, the heat so intense it made my vision blur.
“You ready for me?” I brushed her hair off her face, my voice raw.
She nodded, her lips trembling. “Yes.”
I kissed her again, slow and deep. Then I gripped my cock, positioned it at her entrance, and began to push in. “Oh fuck, baby.”
She was so fucking tight, and I had to go inch by inch, letting her body open for me. Her breath came in sharp pants, her hands gripping my biceps like lifelines.
I paused at the barrier, searching her face. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
She exhaled and nodded, and I pushed forward, breaking through in one slow, steady thrust until I was fully inside her.
She gasped, tears glinting at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t flinch. Just held on.
“That’s it,” I whispered, kissing her cheek. “You did so well, baby. So fucking good.”
I stayed still, letting her adjust and whispering filthy promises in her ear about how good I was going to make her feel. When her body started to relax, I began to move. Slow at first, I let her feel every drag and push of my cock inside her virgin pussy.
Then her hips lifted. Her breath caught. Her body clenched.
And I lost my fucking mind.
I started to move harder and deeper, my hips driving into her with steady, relentless force.
Every inch of her clung to me, her body gripping my cock like she was made for it—tight, wet, and pulsing with need.
Her mouth was open, eyes half-lidded, and brows drawn together with pleasure she couldn’t process. It all pushed me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, biting down on her throat just enough to make her moan. “You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe. That’s it, baby. Fuck!”
“I don’t,” she gasped. “Reeve, please. Don’t stop.”
“Not a fucking chance.” I drove deeper. “I’ve been holding back for too long. You’re getting everything, Elena. Every inch and drop, every fucking thing I have.”
She cried out, clinging to me, her nails digging into my back. I could feel the tremors building in her again, the way her body started to break apart under mine—desperate, frantic, and utterly undone.
“That’s it,” I panted against her mouth. “Come on, baby. Come all over my cock. Want to feel that tight, wet pussy milk me dry.”
Her entire body went taut, and then she shattered.
She screamed my name. Her legs locked around my hips, and her pussy spasmed in wild pulses around me. “That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Let me fucking feel you come.”
Finally, I slammed deep, locking in tight, and grinding hard once more. Then I roared as I exploded inside her. My release tore through me, brutal and raw, a rough sound ripping from my throat as my vision went white.
I stayed buried to the hilt, my hips jerking one last time. Her body was still clenching, pulling me deeper like it couldn’t let me go.
We lay there tangled, breathless, sweat-slicked, and shaking. I kept most of my weight off her with a forearm braced beside her head, but I wasn’t leaving her body. Not yet. Not when I was still twitching inside her, and she was still so hot and tight around me I could barely think.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed and shining. She looked blissed out and radiant, her hair fanned across my pillow, and her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
I stared at her like a man committing something sacred to memory.
“You’re mine now.” My voice was hoarse with the remains of my need.
She blinked, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “I know.”
My thumb brushed her cheek. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Good.” I leaned in and kissed her. Slow, deep, and possessive, nothing like the brutal pace I’d just taken her with. “Remember it.”
I shifted slightly, finally sliding out of her, my body twitching with the aftershocks of what we’d just done.
She whimpered, and I kissed her again, one hand smoothing down the outside of her thigh.
My other hand grazed her ribs, gentle now, the heat still banked behind my touch but softened with reverence.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked quietly.
She shook her head. “No. It was…everything.”
My throat tightened. I kissed her again, slower this time, just a brush of our lips. Then I rolled us, keeping her in my arms and dragging her over my chest. Her body molded to mine, our legs tangling under the sheets as she settled with a soft sigh.
Within seconds, her breathing evened out, her head tucked beneath my chin, and one hand resting over my heart.
She was drifting.
But I wasn’t.
I was too wired, too aware of every place her skin met mine. Of each breath she took and every tiny twitch of her fingers as sleep pulled her deeper. My body was fucking thoroughly sated, but my mind was burning.
She was mine now.
And I was going to protect her with every breath in my lungs.
No matter what it took.
The nightmare hit hard and fast.
One second, I was sleeping with her curled against my chest—warm, soft, and mine. Next, I was bolting upright in the dark, my heart pounding and breath caught in my throat, drenched in sweat.
In the dream, she’d been gone.
Not walked away—taken. Torn from me by hands I couldn’t see, dragged into the dark while I fought like hell to get to her. My body moved, but it wasn’t fast enough. My fists landed, but they didn’t do damage. Every scream she made faded into silence, like she was already too far.
It had felt too fucking real.
I sat there in the pre-dawn light, my chest heaving and cock hard like steel. Panic clawed under my skin, but it didn’t last long. Not once did I turn to look at her.
She was still here. Naked and tangled in the sheets I’d fucked her into last night.
And she looked like fucking heaven.
Elena’s cheek was pressed to the pillow, her lips parted just slightly. Her hair spilled across the sheets in dark waves, her back bare and smooth, the blanket barely covering her hips.
My gut twisted—need and relief fusing, impossible to separate.
She was here.
But I needed more than that.
I needed her under me again. Her breath caught in her throat, her legs wrapped around me, and her pussy clenched around my cock so tight I’d forget everything else. I needed to be buried inside her to remind myself she was real. That she was mine.
Because if I didn’t fuck this need out of my system, I was going to lose my damn mind.
I slipped the blanket lower, just enough to bare her ass, and my cock twitched.
She didn’t stir. She was out cold, exhausted from last night.
But she had to be sore from how hard I’d fucked her last night.
No matter how much I needed it, I wouldn’t hurt her.
So I leaned in close, my mouth brushing her ear.
“Elena,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Baby, wake up.”
She stirred, her brow furrowing before her eyes blinked open. She saw me, and instead of fear, there was that soft trust again.
“Reeve?” she whispered, still sleepy.
“I need you. Now.”
She nodded.
“Are you sore?”
“No,” she whispered, skating the fingertips of one hand along my jaw. “If you need me, take me.”
That was it.
I pulled her onto her back and dragged her thighs open, settling between them as if I belonged there. Because I fucking did. Her breath caught as I pushed her knees wide, baring her fully in the soft light bleeding through the curtains.
“You’re gonna take all of me again, baby,” I growled. “No warm-up. No teasing. Just my cock. Hard. Deep. Until you’re screaming my name.”
She moaned, her hips lifting for me even though her eyes were still heavy with sleep.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “Drenched and ready. I fucked you into the mattress a few hours ago, and your pussy’s still begging for it.”
“Reeve,” she breathed, squirming under me.
“You need it again, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then take it.”
I gripped her hips, lined up, and thrust inside her in one hard, claiming stroke.
She gasped—more surprise than pain—and her back arched, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.
I buried myself to the hilt and held still for a second, my teeth clenched, trying not to come the second I felt her grip me. “That’s my good girl. Taking me so damn deep.”
She was soaked already—still wet from last time, or maybe just fucking perfect for me. Her pussy sucked me in like she didn’t want to let go, and that snapped the last thread of my restraint.
I started to move. Brutal, deep, and fast.
Our bodies slapping together filled the room, filthy and loud. She clawed at my back, her nails scoring the skin, but I didn’t slow down. Didn’t hold back.
“This pussy is mine,” I growled. “You understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“All of you. Every inch. Every moan. Every time you come, it’s on my cock. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she cried out. “I’m yours.”
“That’s fucking right.”
I slammed into her harder, sweat slick between us, her tits bouncing with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, biting her gently, tongue lashing over the swollen peak.
“You like that, baby? Like getting fucked as you belong to me?”
“Yes, Reeve, please. I’m so close.”
“Good. Come for me. Let me feel that tight little pussy strangle my cock.”
She broke with a cry, her body locking up, pussy squeezing me so hard I saw stars. But I didn’t stop. I kept driving into her, grinding deep until her orgasm tipped me right over the fucking edge.
“Fuck, Elena,” I roared, slamming one last time and locking in. My hips jerked as I came, spilling inside her.
My forehead dropped to hers, both of us panting.
She blinked up at me, dazed and utterly spent, her eyes fluttering half-closed. “That was…”
“You’re not even gonna finish that sentence, baby.” My voice was ragged. “Because I already know.”
Her eyes slipped shut. And just like that, she passed out. Fucking gone.
I stayed inside her. I couldn’t leave her body. Not yet.
I shifted us gently, rolling onto my back and dragging her with me. Her legs tangled with mine, and her body curled on top of me, still wrapped around my cock, still mine.
I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in, my heart finally starting to slow, and my body settling. The terror from the dream was gone. The fury, the panic—it all burned off in the fire of her body, in the proof that she was here. With me. Wrapped around me. Branded by what we’d just done.
I didn’t sleep.
Didn’t even want to.
I just lay there, one hand sliding slowly down her back, the other wrapped tight around her waist, and let myself feel it all. All the emotions I’d been ignoring until now. I hadn’t been ready to let myself feel them, didn’t want to open myself up to the pain if this all went sideways.
But that wasn’t possible anymore.
There was no denying it.
I was so fucking in love with Elena.