Chapter 16 #2
He frees my breasts, tugging the lace over them and causing my nipples to peak.
His fingers find them in the next instant, rolling the firm buds between his thumb and forefinger, at the same time as he sinks his hips further into me.
My head falls back, and my eyes shutter closed as a low moan escapes me.
Hot breath against my skin and a low chuckle are his only responses.
Need is already growing steadily, as the darkness makes it so I can only focus on everywhere he touches me.
His lips meet my skin again, never kissing, just brushing along, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.
They graze my throat, settling in the divot at the base of my neck, and I turn my head back to the center.
I lower my chin and lean forward trying to capture his lips with mine, but he pulls back just out of reach as his palms cover my breasts, kneading and squeezing and pressing so I’m trapped against the wall.
I let out a frustrated groan.
“So impatient,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“I know what I want.”
“So do I.”
His hands slide out from under my shirt, releasing my breasts so the aching fullness is now even more apparent.
My shirt lifts over my head, followed by my undergarments, and the sound of the damp fabric hitting the cave floor along with the cool air on my now exposed skin makes me shiver.
There’s a rustle of more fabric, followed by the clink of his belt buckle before more items fall to the floor.
The hot, bare skin of his chest presses into mine a moment later, followed by the grip of firm hands under my ass as he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist. He lines his hips up with mine, fitting them against me and pressing me into the wall so his length rubs against my core.
“Oh, gods,” I whimper. My breaths become shallow as I grind my hips into his, begging for more friction, but his grip tightens, holding me firmly and eliciting another frustrated groan.
“Patience, Lennox,” he says, and I can tell he’s enjoying feeling me want him. But I need him. After that kiss on the beach, after the confessions of regret, after the promise of tearing me out of my ballgowns, I need him to touch me, more than the way he’s teasing me now.
I take his face in my hands and pull it toward me, needing him closer, his lips on mine, but it’s as if he anticipated my movements. His hips still hold me off the ground as his hands wrap around my forearms, his strength overpowering me until my arms are pinned on either side of my head.
“Weston, kiss me,” I pant, chest heaving as I try to fight against him, but I’m no match for his size and strength, not when he has me half naked and dripping with desire.
“You don’t get to make demands, princess. This is my prize, not yours.”
Anger sparks in my veins. “I swear to the gods, if you keep calling me that,” I grind out, squeezing my eyes shut.
“You’ll do what?” he growls, his body still and dominating as he towers over me.
“I don’t know,” I breathe, my mind completely blank of any threats I could impose on him in this moment when all I want is for him to be inside me, no matter what he calls me.
Pulling my wrists from the wall, he leans back slightly and lowers my hands to my breasts. My breath hitches when his fingers move with mine, pinching both my nipples before pressing my palms down firmly over the aching curves.
“I want you to play with yourself. Touch them like it is me.”
I moan and nod quickly, even though I know he can’t see me.
I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, biting firmly as I feel his hands move lower.
The throbbing in my core intensifies, all but distracting me from where he tugs at the waistband of my pants enough so he can slide his hand inside, leaving nothing between us.
His chest rumbles loudly as his fingers slide over me, and I suck in a quick breath. His forehead presses into mine as his fingers continue to stroke through my excitement. “You’re so wet for me, Lennox. Have you been wanting me to fuck you tonight as much as I’ve been wanting to?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and tilt my head again, trying to find him in the darkness as my hands still knead at my chest in the same way he likes to. He dodges me once again. “I always want you.”
“I promise, I want you more.”
“Weston,” I say, my voice coming out as a low whine. “Please kiss me.”
His parted lips hover over mine as I pant into them, our breaths mingling together as he still denies me what I’m begging him for. My core pulses, clenching around the emptiness as his fingers spread me apart, the tips playing with my entrance.
“There’s no need to beg, my queen.”
I cry out as his mouth crushes mine, his tongue diving deep at the same time as his fingers push inside me.
White hot fire licks along my spine, the sensation overwhelming as pressure builds from my toes.
I can’t focus on anything but the feel of him consuming me from the inside out.
His tongue strokes deep, the rhythm matching the thick push and pull of his fingers.
“Oh, gods,” I scream, breaking away from his kiss, my body and emotions unable to handle the soaring pressure and pleasure ripping through me.
His teeth snag on my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth just as his thumb finds the spot at the apex of my thighs, rolling languid circles over it, matching the pace of his fingers.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, “and you drive me fucking wild when you scream for me.”
“Weston,” I cry, begging him to bring me over the edge, for release.
His fingers slide out of me, and the empty feeling so close to release makes me call out in frustration.
“Ugh! No!” I groan, releasing my breasts so I can reach out to touch him, to pull him back in and finish what he started.
A soft chuckle meets my ears before his hands once again wrap around my wrists and push my arms against the wall. The brush of his breath on my ear makes me want to combust.
“I said don’t move.”
“Why did you stop?” I say, my voice wavering with emotion as my body still begs to be filled. His hands are back at my waistband, wrapping around the edge before they slide my pants down over my ass, pulling them farther down my thighs until I’m bared to him.
“Because this is my prize, and as much as I love you fucking my fingers, I said I wanted my cock buried inside you, not my hand.”
I barely notice him tugging at the laces of his pants and pulling himself free before he’s notching the tip of his cock at my entrance. With a flex of his hips, he’s thrusting inside me, the wet heat of my core taking him to the hilt in one swift movement.
“Fuck!” I scream loudly as my head falls back farther, my back arching as I press my hips farther onto him, begging him silently to go deeper.
My body is already sensitive and wound up from his hands before, but the narrow angle of my thighs from the tension of my pants makes it so I can feel every inch of his rigid cock with each movement.
He rolls his hips, and all I can do is squeeze my eyes shut even tighter before he pulls out, thrusting firmly back into me again.
My legs quake as I tighten them around his waist, pulling him in and begging for more.
“I need to touch you,” I say, the words more of a plea than anything else.
He grabs my wrists, pulling them away from the wall and flattening my palms against his chest. His rhythmic thrusts still drive me higher, and I need to ground myself in him.
I grip his muscles; my nails scrape across his nipples, down every ripple of his abdomen.
His stomach clenches with every thrust, and I dig my fingers into his skin, holding onto him like my life depends on it.
Because it does. This man is my life now, and I never want to give him up.
I try to rock my hips into him, and he grips my hips harder, his bruising fingertips pressing into the muscle, and tilting me until I can feel the press of him right where I need it, as he pounds into me again and again.
A cry rips from my throat as my muscles begin to clench and quake around him, the pressure unable to be contained any longer.
“That’s my good girl. Let go, Lennox.” He grunts as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. He sucks the skin there and presses his chest into me again.
I don’t know if it’s his command, or the swell of his cock inside me, or the heat of his body pressing into mine, surrounding me and making me feel like I’ll never be alone again, but I can’t control it anymore.
My mouth falls open in a silent scream, my chest heaving and hands gripping as intoxicating pleasure thrums through my core, my body, my limbs.
He sinks his teeth into the muscle in my shoulder, his own roar loud in my ear as he thrusts one last time.
Heat blooms between my legs as he comes, and I can do nothing but pant, sucking in air and breathing him in.
He stills, both of us breathing deeply, the only sound over the roaring of the waterfall.
My head lolls lazily to the side as my lips search for his.
He kisses me gently, the barely there press of his lips so different from the rough and frenzied actions that consumed him moments ago.
His tongue strokes mine, the movement barely a whisper as I come down from the high, my core still clenching around him as my chest heaves against his.
His forehead presses into mine, and we stay just like that for a few long moments before he breaks the silence.
“I know I’m not a man of many words,” he murmurs.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, steadying myself so I can focus on what he’s telling me.
“I don’t like talking about how I feel. It’s probably a product of watching my mother die, and seeing my father live with the regret of missing her. ”
There’s a pang in my chest knowing now that it was Edmond who went through the pain, who missed the death of his wife, and who raised his young son alone.
“I regret leaving Blackwood without telling certain people how I felt about them, or telling them what I needed. I don’t want to make the same mistake with you.”
His chest rises and falls with a heavy breath, like he’s trying to find the courage to say what he feels, instead of bottling it up inside and being the strong one; the one who never needs.
“I told you before that I don’t know how I lived this long without you, and I don’t want to do it again.” His palm settles on my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin softly. “I was serious earlier. Please don’t take that away from me.”
I reach up and lace my fingers through his, feeling the warm metal of his ring press into my skin as I hold his hand against my face.
“There’s nothing to worry about. No one it taking anything from anyone. You don’t need to live without me.” He lets out a sigh filled with relief as his shoulders curl in, cocooning us in our cave, whispering promises that only the island and we know.
“I’m yours forever, Weston.”
His hand slides down my cheek and under my chin, lifting it and giving me a soft kiss, sealing his promise.
“And I will spend every second of forever making sure it stays that way.”