Chapter 25 #3
“In which case,” he purrs, that deep bass rumbling through his voice, “do you really think I’m letting you out of my sight, or this bed, for a single moment?”
His mouth devours mine, the inarguable addiction of his lips battling against mine. His rough hands crack blistering rivers over my skin, turning my blood molten in my veins. His mouth moves to my neck, afflicting me with caustic, roasting kisses.
“Idris, you need rest,” I say, gasping, clinging onto the one coherent thought that breaks through the torrent of fire occupying every shred of my mind.
“No, I need you,” Idris argues with frayed breaths. “If the last few days have taught me anything, it’s that indisputable fact. You’re a physical need as much as breathing and sleeping.”
Idris lifts his hands to cup my face and closes his eyes as his lips trail over my cheeks like grating, gratifying embers planting deep into my skin.
“It’s maddening, isn’t it,” I say as I tangle my fingers tightly into his hair. “No peace together, no peace apart.”
“An excruciating, pitiless kind of torment.” Idris groans as his hands travel up my bare legs, pushing away my ruined skirts to flood my skin with a dark, devouring tide.
“But I will savour every second without complaint. The agony of your absence is worse than any bruise this bond can inflict. You are mine and I am yours. My dearest destruction, my chosen Fate. My beloved nemesis.”
I moan as his fingers stretch up to cup my arse, his fingers burying deep in my flesh as he savagely presses me closer against him.
Rammed against my hips, the long, hard stretch of his manhood stands tall and proud beneath his loose pyjama trousers.
His mouth descends to my body, tongue carving a wicked path down the slope to my breasts.
“I’m not sleeping tonight,” Idris pants raggedly, fingers coming to the hem of my skirts, “and you said you wanted out of this dress.”
“Yes…” I moan as Idris slips the whole thing up my body and exposes me entirely naked beneath him.
His bare chest against mine is exquisite torment, as I am engulfed with his sinister, sensual fire.
I hold the back of his head, attacking his mouth with my own.
My tongue administers a barbed assault on his mouth as he growls into me, grinding his hips and erection against my molten core.
Every nerve of my skin singes under the brutal, commanding sweep of his hands.
They swipe down the curve of my ribs, the dip of my waist, the swell of my hips.
His fingers march across my lower abdomen before searching higher to latch around my bare breast. His fingers devour my nipples, exacting a needy moan as I arch off the bed into him.
He takes advantage of the break between our lips to extend his attention to my breasts.
His mouth takes its torturous, tantalising time as my hard nipples scrape against his teeth.
I grip his shoulders so tightly, my nails scratch down his back, extorting a guttural moan as Idris buries his forehead by my collarbone. My fingers traverse the delicious, ruinous physique of his chest, as he grinds against my wet opening.
Idris reaches down and pushes his pyjamas to the floor, to reveal his thick, hard cock bare and waiting.
Idris takes hold of me again, his head moving up to mine as he presses brutalising kisses into my swollen, stinging lips.
My legs wrap around his hips, holding him captive in the cradle of my thighs.
He holds himself up on one elbow, grunting as he nudges to my entrance.
He drives in hard, all the way to the hilt. I barely bite back the vicious mewling pooling from my throat as my head arches back. The firestorm of his body layers wave after wave of inferno upon my body, devouring and destroying every fibre in its path.
He’s relentless and exacting, pounding a rhythm that could rip apart the stars themselves.
I dig my hands into his back, hard, desperate to hold on as my world splinters and shudders, and the waves of rapturous pleasure tear through me.
Every muscle spasms and undulates as my world explodes with fractured starlight, as Idris finds his climax.
Sweaty and panting furiously, Idris pulls free of me.
I lie on the bed, unable to move, unable to think of anything except him.
He smirks at me, that devious satisfaction making me chuckle as he moves towards his bathroom.
He comes back with a towel, cleaning me up before he scoops me into his arms and under the silky sheets with him.
He blows out the candle, submerging us in the darkness once more.
“If you can’t sleep…” I start but Idris delivers me a long, slow and entirely destructive kiss.
“My only rest is with you close. Even if sleep is evasive, I can mind-still,” Idris says. “That can be restorative too.”
He settles down amongst the plush pillows of his bed, reaching closer to hold me tight in the circle of his arms. I breathe slowly, taking his suggestion of mind-stilling seriously as I focus on everything I can remember, and sink into the blissful, serene blanket of sleep.