Chapter 5 #2
I work my fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that makes her gasp. "Tell me what you want, princess."
"Your mouth," she moans. "Please."
I release her wrists, moving down her body. I pause at her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting until she's writhing beneath me. Then I continue lower, trailing kisses down her stomach.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, I look up at her. Her eyes are half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She's never been more beautiful than she is right now—marked by my name, desperate for my touch.
"Spread your legs wider," I command.
She obeys instantly, opening herself to me. I take a moment just to look at her, pink, and swollen, and glistening wet. Mine. All fucking mine.
I lower my head and lick a long, slow stripe up her center. She tastes like heaven—like something I was never meant to have but took anyway.
"Oh, God," she gasps, her hands flying to my hair.
I devour her like a starving man, my tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her fingers tightening in my hair. I slip my fingers back inside her as I suck her clit, and she cries out.
"That's it," I murmur against her. "Let me hear you."
Her hips buck against my face as I increase the pressure, working my fingers in and out while my tongue flicks rapidly over her clit. She's close—I can feel it in the way she tightens around my fingers, in the pitch of her moans.
"Legion," she pants. "I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," I growl. "Now."
Her entire body goes rigid as she shatters, a broken cry tearing from her throat. I don't let up, working her through it, lapping up every drop of her release until she's pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive.
I rise up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Good girl."
She smiles at me. Coyly. Knowingly. Boldly. She reaches for my belt, fumbling with the buckle. "I need you inside me."
I help her, undoing my jeans and shoving them down just enough to free my cock. It springs up, hard and aching. I position myself at her entrance, then slide the head into her pooling wetness.
"Tell me you want this," I say, my voice strained. "Tell me you're mine."
"I want this," she says, her eyes locked on mine. "I'm yours, Legion. Only yours."
I push into her in one smooth thrust, burying myself inside her pussy. We both groan at the sensation. She's tight and hot around me, perfect in every fucking way.
"Fuck, Savannah," I hiss through gritted teeth. "You feel so good."
I start to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust drives me deeper into her, claiming her all over again. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Harder," she begs. "Please, Legion. Harder."
I grip her hips, lifting her slightly, and drive into her with renewed force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the small space, mixed with our heavy breathing and her little whimpers of pleasure.
"You like that?" I growl. "You like taking my cock like this?"
"Yes," she moans. "God, yes."
I increase the pace, fucking her hard and deep. Sweat beads on my forehead, drips down my chest. The brand burns with every movement, but I don't care. All that matters is Savannah beneath me, around me, taking everything I have to give.
"Touch yourself," I command. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
She slides her hand between us, her fingers finding her clit. The sight of her touching herself while I fuck her nearly sends me over the edge. I have to grit my teeth, focus on anything else to hold back.
"That's it," I encourage her. "Show me how you like it."
Her fingers move in tight circles, her breath coming in short gasps. I can feel her getting closer, her inner walls starting to flutter around my length.
"Legion," she moans. "I'm close."
"Look at me," I demand. "I want to see your eyes when you come."
Her gaze locks with mine, blue eyes wide and vulnerable. In that moment, I see everything—her fear, her trust, her love. It's almost too much to bear.
"Come for me, Savannah," I whisper. "Come all over my cock."
She breaks with a cry, her body arching beneath me, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves. The sight of her coming undone pushes me to the edge.
"Fuck," I groan. "I'm gonna come. Where do you want it?"
"Inside," she gasps. "I want to feel you."
That's all it takes. I thrust deep one last time and explode, emptying myself inside her with a guttural moan. For a moment, the world narrows to just this—just us, connected in the most primal way possible.
I collapse on top of her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms. We're both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. I press my forehead against hers, our breath mingling.
"I love you," she whispers, so quietly I almost miss it.
Instead of answering, I kiss her—deep, and slow, and thorough. I pour everything I can't say into that kiss. All the words that get stuck in my throat, all the promises I'm afraid to make.
When we finally break apart, I roll to the side, pulling her against my chest. She nestles into me, her head tucked under my chin, her hand resting over my heart.
I stroke her hair, feeling the silk of it between my fingers.
We lie like this.
Two people in love.
Forbidden love, but love all the same.
I don't deserve a woman like Savannah.
Everyone knows this.
Everyone but her…