Chapter 55 #3
I writhe against him, wordlessly begging, and still, he plays. Teases.
“Varrik.”
“Hmm. You sound needy. Is there something you want?”
My frustration bursts out. “Yes!”
He moves his cock down, dragging so slowly, letting my wetness soak his stiff heat. One strong hand comes down to squeeze my ass before he takes my knee and hooks it at his hip. Then he lines himself up, and my entire body locks up in anticipation.
“Watch as my cock sinks into you,” he commands, and I bite my lip hard.
He sinks in. One inch. Two.
So. Infuriatingly. Slowly.
Then he pulls out.
Does it again.
“Just the tip, blight. Be good and just take the tip.”
I whimper.
He’s thick. Barely inside of me, and still, I can feel the stretch.
But I want more.
“I’m dipping right into your cunt with only the head of my cock.”
He’s still playing with me. Making me go crazy.
“Stop teasing,” I beg.
“Then part those pretty lips and tell me the filthy things you want.” His hands grip my hips tight enough to leave prints. He sinks in an inch. Pulls back. Dips in.
I feel like I’m going to shatter with need.
“I want you to . . .”
He slips out again. Slips back in. Not enough. Not nearly enough. Not giving me anything more than that tip.
“Yes?”
I’m panting and achy. “I want you to fuck me! Right now.”
Satisfaction tinges his tone. “Good.”
And then he punches his hips forward and buries his long length inside of me in one hard thrust.
I let out a strangled noise, body shocked, mouth dropped open.
But he gives me not even a blink of time to adjust before he’s pulling out and shoving back in. Cock filling me, smothering my walls, fighting past constriction.
It feels wicked. It feels transcendent.
It feels like I’ll never be the same.
“You are fucking perfect,” he growls, fingers digging into my skin.
He curses with vehemence. Pouring out vulgarity that makes me throb.
He fucks the way he thieves.
With utter abandon. With an unapologetic conscience and a raw depravity of demand.
He takes me, but this time, I let him. Want him.
I want him to keep taking me like this over and over, until I burst open.
“I will,” he promises in my ear just before he licks it, and I realize I’ve said that out loud. “I will take you over and over again, until we sink deeper than even our latch. Until we feel nothing else but each other.”
I moan as he fills me up in places I didn’t even know had space. He hits parts of me that make my body sing, as if I were the one to sigh through his pipe.
“You are bliss,” he rasps. “Beautiful, unimaginable bliss.”
Reaching down, he takes hold of my hand and places it against my center. “Look at those pretty nails as you stroke yourself,” he says with a devilish hum. “They’re as red as the blood that’s throbbing in your clit.”
A mindless whine tears up my throat. He’s right. I am throbbing.
My head lolls against the mattress. Hips rising up to meet him as my pleasure sparks and burns.
His hand comes down and he takes over rubbing my clit, making me cry out as he strokes in firm, certain circles. I feel myself tighten around him, and he lets out a guttural noise that curls my toes.
“Fuck . . .” he groans. “I want to possess you. To succumb to you. I want to be buried inside your slick heat forever.”
“That seems . . . incredibly . . . time-consuming,” I pant out.
He lets out a dark laugh and then moves us so easily that it reminds me how large he is and how much smaller I am.
I’m on his lap now, our chests crushed together, his hands gripping my hips as he holds me poised over his cock.
I cry out at the angle. At the downright immoral spot of ecstasy he reaches.
Then his voice is at my ear, his tongue scorching me into shivers. “I would steal every second, just to keep having you.”
Fates.
Like thread to a spool, I ravel.
Tighten everywhere.
His hands move, yanking me up and down his length, showing me the rhythm. “Put your hands on my shoulders,” he commands. “Fuck yourself on me.”
My stomach jumps, and I reach up, bracing my palms on his muscular shoulders, steadying myself as I lift and lower. His mouth clashes against mine, stroking over my tongue, sucking at my lip. I kiss him back just as hard, my nails sinking into his skin.
Then he takes my hips and sways me back and forth, making me grind. Making me groan.
I fall away, hands slamming down, arms braced behind me as my head tips back with abandon, my long hair hanging down.
This position has my breasts jutting up, my back arching, and he lifts one tanned hand to knead over my pale flesh, pinching and pressing my nipples, while his other hand presses hard over my clit and plucks.
He plays my body the way he plays his music.
With precision. With heady allure.
With utter domination.
I keep grinding, swaying, floating within the waves of this rhythmed bliss.
He thrusts up so hard that I nearly see stars. “Please . . . please . . .” I beg.
Pleasure is building. Piling high within me. And I want . . . I want.
Like he knows exactly what I need, I’m flat on my back again and he starts fucking me with ferocity.
His cock thrusts in deeper. Harder. His huge length stealing the breath from my lungs and making my eyes roll to the back of my head as he takes up every bit of space I can make.
And I crave every stroke. Bask in every noise he breathes out. Because he wants me just as much as I want him, and I revel in it.
His hips pitch forward, shoving me up before he drags me back down again. Until he’s buried so deeply inside of me, I know I’ll never forget the feel of him.
He’s embedded.
“Imagine if someone walked in and saw you like this—spread open, tits bouncing, taking my cock so flawlessly.”
The profane image he conjures makes me tighten. He groans, and the sound travels all the way up my spine.
“So pretty, flushed from face to cunt. You’re squeezing my cock. Dripping all over me with your fire. You’re mine now. You know that.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, my whole body locking up. The height he’s brought me to has reached a razor-sharp peak.
I’m going to slice open at the plunge.
His fingers move faster and his hips punch in, driving his length even harder, and my orgasm sprouts, ripe for the picking.
And like the thief he is, he takes it.
With one last stroke of his cock and press of his fingers, he plucks free my pleasure and wrings it all out.
And I burst.
I come apart beneath the heat of his thrust, melting right into the bed with a spilling scream. His name pours from my lips, liquescent and steaming.
A pleasure that floods in rapturous outpour.
He rasps out my name and then buries into me so hard I’m sure I’ll break through the bed. He comes with a carnal growl that makes my own orgasm tighten and spread, branching out in every direction as he empties inside of me.
We join within that bliss, mixing and merging, latched together by so much more than just magic.
I pant hard as I come down, my orgasm ebbing, body still spasming around him in echoes of unfathomable ecstasy.
His chest heaves as he presses against my own, and then he shifts, pulling me on top of him as he lies back on the bed.
I collapse over him while my pulse throbs to the tune of his ragged inhales.
We stare at each other. Black eyes to brown. Stars to flame.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” I confess.
He swallows as my fingers splay over his skin. “Neither have I.” He sounds awestruck. He looks sinful.
Dangerous desire swims in his expression, even as he’s still buried inside of me. Staring at him like this, still joined together and slick with our pleasure, is so incredibly intimate. So wholly life-changing.
“But I was wrong,” I say, my lips tilting up in a tease. “That wasn’t very time-consuming after all.”
He blinks, and then his head tips back as he laughs, full and free. I soak up every beat of it. The way his throat drags, how his cheeks pull up with the curve of his lips and show off his straight, perfect teeth. His smile seems to stretch from mouth to eyes.
“What a wicked fiend you are.”
I grin, and he grins back, and he’s so beautiful it makes me ache all over again.
When his amusement tapers off, his look goes tender. He reaches out and strokes my cheek. “I meant what I said. You’re mine now, Estinya. In every way.” His words soak in like dripping wax, finding all the holes in my heart and sealing them up, expanding and solidifying.
Fixing every break.
His lips come to my forehead, and his fingers lift up to stroke my horn, making me shiver. My cheek lands against his chest, body spent in exertion and paid in pleasure.
“Then you have to be mine too,” I murmur as my eyes flutter closed. As my heart struggles to keep up with the profound significance of what just happened between us.
Of all the things that are now permanently changed.
His low, soft words cradle me, carrying me into sleep. “There’s nothing I want more.”