Chapter 12 #3
I had no intention of stopping. I slid one hand up her body, finding her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers while my mouth worked her clit.
She was writhing now, her hips moving against my face, chasing her pleasure.
I loved it. Loved that she was taking what she needed from me, loved that she trusted me enough to let go like this.
Lightning flashed, illuminating her face. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, her expression one of pure ecstasy. The sight of her like that, completely undone, completely mine, made my cock throb almost painfully.
I slid two fingers inside her, and she cried out. She was so wet, so hot, her body clenching around my fingers. I curled them, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars, and her whole body went rigid.
"Right there," she gasped. "Oh God, right there—"
I worked my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her clit. She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled, in the way her breathing had gone ragged, in the way her inner walls were starting to flutter around my fingers.
"That's it," I murmured against her. "Let me feel you come. Let me taste it."
"Ripplan, I'm going to—"
"Come for me," I growled, sucking her clit hard while my fingers thrust deep.
She shattered with a cry that echoed through the room, louder than the thunder outside.
Her body arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers.
I didn't stop, didn't let up, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking and gasping and pushing weakly at my head.
Only then did I ease off, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs, her hip bones, the soft skin of her belly. She was still trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. When I looked up at her, her eyes were glazed, unfocused.
"Holy shit," she whispered.
I kissed my way back up her body, taking my time because I wanted to memorize every inch of her.
The curve of her hip. The dip of her waist. The soft swell of her breast. She was still trembling beneath me, aftershocks rippling through her muscles, and the knowledge that I'd done that to her, that I'd made her come so hard she could barely breathe, sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through my chest.
Mine. She was mine. Even if she didn't know it yet.
When I reached her mouth, she kissed me fiercely, her lips parting immediately, her tongue seeking mine.
She tasted herself on my lips and groaned, the sound vibrating against my mouth.
Her hands roamed over my shoulders, my back, fingers digging into my muscles like she needed to hold onto something solid or she'd float away.
"I need you," she whispered against my mouth, her voice still shaky and breathless. "Please, Ripplan. I need you inside me."
The raw need in her voice nearly undid me. My cock throbbed, so hard it was almost painful, and every instinct I had roared at me to take her. To claim her. To make her understand that she belonged to me in every possible way.
But I forced myself to slow down. To savor this.
I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat of her against the head of my cock. She was so wet, so ready, and it took every ounce of control I had not to just thrust inside and lose myself in her.
"Look at me," I said roughly, my voice barely recognizable.
Her eyes opened, meeting mine. They were dark blue and dazed and full of want, her pupils blown so wide I could barely see the blue. A flash outside illuminated her face in stark white light, and I'd never seen anything more captivating in my entire life.
"I've got you," I said, holding her gaze. "I've always got you."
Then I pushed inside.
The sensation stole the breath from my lungs. She was tight and hot and absolutely perfect, her body welcoming me, pulling me deeper. We both groaned at the feeling. The perfect fit, the overwhelming rightness of it. Like we'd been made for this. Made for each other.
"Oh God," she gasped, her head falling back against the pillow. "You feel so good—"
I had to pause, had to give her a moment to adjust because I was bigger than most human men and I didn't want to hurt her. But she wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my lower back, pulling me deeper.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't stop."
Thunder cracked overhead, so loud it shook the windows. Rain lashed against the glass, misting through the open window and cooling our heated skin. The storm was directly overhead now, wild and fierce and untamed.
Just like what I felt for her.
I began to move. Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting her feel every inch of me.
Letting myself feel every inch of her. The way her inner walls gripped me.
The way her body yielded and then tightened around me.
The way she gasped every time I filled her completely.
"Yes," she breathed. "God, yes, just like that—"