Chapter 39 #3
Her hands began to grip onto his hair tighter, her back arching wider, her moans escaping her lips too fast for her to stifle them.
Xander didn’t stop; he continued the motion, her folds dripping with need as he pushed a finger inside her.
The pleasure took Ellaryn by surprise as her eyes jolted open.
She saw him looking up at her with a smirk on his lips, his finger still pressing at a delicious rhythm.
She wanted to feel more of him; her entrance tightened around him, beckoning for more.
He answered her call and pushed another finger deep inside her.
Ellaryn moaned so loudly it echoed off the walls.
“Fuck.” She whispered to herself, not wanting to raise suspicion of what they were doing down there.
“Be as loud as you want; no one will hear you.” He growled, plunging his fingers deeper into her. Tension coiled inside her, building like a hurricane, and she was carried away by his motion, carried away by his endless toying with her G-spot and clit.
Ellaryn didn’t know what to do with all this pleasure; she had never felt something so absolute running through her body.
She had no control over herself; she could not stop the moans from leaving her lips, nor stop her back from arching, or her eyes from rolling back as his tongue continued to whirl on her clit and his fingers entered her so deeply she wanted to cry.
“It’s okay. Let go.” Xander spoke into her folds, and Ellaryn’s body obeyed.
She felt her muscles tightening around him as stars flickered behind her eyes, her body shaking with release.
Xander’s motion did not stop. He began thrusting harder, leaving sloppy wet kisses on her clit until Ellaryn was putty in his hands.
He had broken her completely, and she loved it.
The release she felt was so strong that another tear slipped down her cheek.
Her body was still reverberating with the aftershock of an immense orgasm when he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly dove into her. His member stretched inside her, his face all hard lines and need as he let out a low moan.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned as her body adjusted to his size. He was big, but after the work he had put into her beforehand, she did not feel any pain as he slid into her, only pleasure. Ellaryn moaned with him, her hands clasped around his back, pulling him deeper.
It was okay to feel good. She needed this. She needed him.
“Thank you.” She moaned, her eyes dancing over his. Her appreciation made him groan deeper and thrust with more want.
“You deserve to feel good.” He whispered, nibbling on her earlobe as he delved in deeper. Ellaryn didn’t realise that there was more length to him, and when he pushed himself to the hilt, she couldn’t look away from him as she moaned loudly.
He slid into her, each thrust sending tingles down her spine.
There was no rage in his eyes, no fury, only a quiet hunger, and Ellaryn’s mirrored his.
She felt as though a match had been lit inside her, though it wasn’t hot or sharp; it was warm and soft and blissful.
She let herself be held by him as he gripped her tighter for more leverage and pushed into her further and deeper.
His rhythm was relentless, and when he pulled away slightly to rub circles on her clit with his hand, she couldn’t stop the next wave of pleasure from ripping through her.
His thrusts continued as he stared deeply into the emerald of her stare. Ellaryn’s instinct was to close hers when the pleasure got too much, but he stopped her. “Open them… I want you to look at me when you come undone.”
Ellaryn’s body resisted her, but her eyes obeyed. She saw herself in the reflection of his, saw the pleasure rolling through her, saw how he had, in fact, undone her.
The moment felt so intimate. She could see him slowly coming unravelling, the thrusts getting sloppier, the grimace on his face as he kept his relentless rhythm.
Ellaryn matched his movements and pushed into him, deeper, deeper. Until his body reacted with a predatory hunger. He gripped her tightly, groaning into her, his fingers sinking into her skin. She leaned up and kissed him between moans.
It was so damned attractive seeing him like this.
In this moment, he was hers, and he was worshipping her so fucking good.
Xander kept his hand trained on her clit, the other gripping her waist as he used her for leverage, sinking deeper and deeper into her.
She could see the same wave that rolled through her building inside him and felt herself tighten around him.
Every inch of him inside her throbbed and stretched against her walls.
This was bliss.
She held onto him tighter as they both rode the wave and crashed into each other in release. Her body shook around him as he collapsed onto her with laboured breaths.
When they pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling.
Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.
Everything was already there, suspended in the quiet between them.