Chapter Twenty One #3
Lowering me to the ground, Moth moved over me, wincing when he put weight on his broken hand. I went to protest, to save his injury. He silenced me with a finger over my mouth before reaching for my top and lifting it over my head, so it sat around the back of my neck, exposing my bra.
“I need to admire the beauty of your body slowly,” he muttered, unclipping my bra from the back and lifting that too.
My breasts were highlighted by the lights above and he devoured me with his eyes, the hooded slits more erotic than any words. He dipped his head to me, sucking my nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I shuddered and held his head to me, apologizing when the chains hit his ears.
He chuckled and attended to my other nipple before reaching down to lift my skirt, using the fingers on his broken hand to carefully peel off the clothes blocking his view. When they were gone, he stood and stripped himself, not even wincing from the pain.
“I’m so fucking hungry for you,” he muttered, looking down at me.
His cock stood thick and swollen, bouncing as lowered himself down and he ran a hand from my collarbone, over my tit, and across my stomach. The flicker of sensitivity tickled my skin, and I leaned my head back, lifting my hips to meet his hand as it found me.
The tip of his tongue was caught between his lips as he circled my clit and stared at me, his eyes running up and down my body. I followed his gaze, gasping when I saw the bright red liquid of Brandon’s blood smeared on my collarbone.
“Shush,” Moth said, dropping to bury his head in my neck and kiss my earlobe. “Don’t think about it. Concentrate on me, on my hand and my cock as I slide it inside you.”
His finger pushed into my pussy while his thumb pressed harder, flicking faster.
I relaxed against the floor, holding his head where it was buried in my neck.
Tingles started to build as I pushed my hips up, forcing his touch and seeking my release.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, his expression so intense, it sent me over the edge.
An explosion shot through me as my orgasm fired from my clit and seeped into my pussy.
I went rigid as he watched me, his soft gaze full of emotion that I’d never seen in his face before.
“Cum for me, Sunshine,” he muttered, licking my lips as his fingers kept going, starting another build-up of tingles that quickly rose and crested.
A long low moan escaped me as I pushed against him, shaking so uncontrollably, I almost knocked him off me. No, he’d shifted, removing his hand, grasping my hip and nudging his cock into my entrance, where he rested.
“I’m scared,” he admitted, his gaze slightly harder now.
My breath returned to normal as I wrapped my legs around his hips and grabbed his ass. “Me too. Loving you feels like I’m inviting pain into my life, but I can’t help it.” Leaning up, I kissed him hard. “You’re my fucking air now. I need you to breathe.”
“But what if I can’t be who you need me to be?” He rested his good hand on the ground and lifted his hips, moving so his cock teased in and out of my entrance.
My mouth opened as the pleasure increased, the feel of him almost too much to bear without him being inside me.
“You’re everything I need.” I bit his lip gently, pulling it. “And the rest of the shit will sort itself out.”
He dropped his head and rested it on my chest. “I don’t want to love you.”
My body stilled. “Why?”
Heart hammering in my chest, I held my breath, waiting to hear whether he was about to break my heart.
“Because if I love you, there's no going back. You'll own every part of me and I cannot allow that because...”
“What?” I breathed.
“I'm already broken and if you ever leave, you'll break me forever. I don’t want to be brought back to life, only to die inside again.” Moth lifted his head and looked me right in the eye.
Cupping his jaw, I shook my head. “I will never leave you. You rescued me from my worst nightmare, helped me become a woman powerful enough to be okay with what we’ve just done. I cannot live without you, Moth. So you need to think seriously about your oath to your brothers.”
He stayed silent, watching me with narrowed eyes, as if he were searching for the truth of my words. He must have found it because he nodded once and reached up with his good hand, wrapping it around my throat erotically.
“And no man will ever touch you again,” he said, his nostrils flaring, “not even to shake your hand. You’re mine, Sunshine, and as fucked up as I am, I love you. I own you.”
A shudder shook me and I pulled on his ass, lifting my hips and forcing his cock further inside me. “Harder,” I whispered, gripping his wrist with my free hand.
He released my throat and reached for the chain that was bunched up next to us. Lifting it, he placed it across my neck. The pressure of cold metal heightened my pleasure and my pussy tightened around him, urging him on.
Grinning, he thrust hard, sending his cock deep into my pussy.
I clenched around him and moaned, wriggling under him as he leaned on his elbow and slid out, his body pressed against mine erotically.
Our hips ground together as we made love, fucking hard and slow, savoring one another for the first time.
My breath was short, my head light, as he squeezed the chain. I kept my legs wrapped around him, rocking my hips up to meet his as he rode me, holding me tight. The pressure intensified and my pussy gripped him, holding on as the pleasure built.
He kissed my jaw, my mouth, my collarbone, pressing harder and faster as I urged him on. My head started to spin, and I clutched his forearm, squeezing as I attempted to suck air into my lungs.
“Yes, that’s it,” Moth murmured, “I’m branding you, Sunshine. Cum hard and I’ll mark you as mine.”
His words sent me over the edge and I exploded, my whole body shuddering and shaking as he thrust hard, once, twice and went still the third time…
Throwing his head back, Moth closed his eyes in ecstasy and moaned long and low, his cock pushed into me as far as he could go. His face was serene as his orgasm rocked through him, and I closed my eyes to join him, reveling in the intensity of the moment.
I had no idea what the future had planned for us, but I did know that our obsession with one another had moved to the next level, and I had to have him in every single way possible.
But most of all, I needed him alive.