Chapter 35 #3
The sound of her moans and arousal as I pound into her have my body reacting in such a way that I’ve become hooked. Images of Lucifer making her sound like this, and his equally beautiful noises, makes me groan.
Grabbing her by the throat, I jerk us back to a seated position and drag her into my lap. My hand slides between us before I tighten my grip around her neck. When I find her clit between my index and middle finger, I circle it, feeling the tension, and she immediately starts to twitch.
“Were you, little slayer?” Now my voice is coming through as a heated pant. “Were you made for me?” The moment her head flies back, I growl. “Eyes on me when you come.”
She snaps her gaze to me, and as tears roll down her cheeks, she says, “Yes. Yes. Yes!” Her entire body vibrates, and when she tightens around me, I prevent her from breathing. She’s forced to not hold back, and as she comes all over my cock, I pinch and swipe against her sensitive bud.
After her legs begin to stop shaking, I let her throat go. She sucks in a harsh breath, and I immediately grab her shirt and throw it over her head.
I take mine off before wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her to me after unclipping her bra. She’s still trying to find her breath, but I can’t stop from kissing her.
Gods, she’s so beautiful.
Her legs begin moving her up and down on top of me. The sound of her soaked cunt swallowing my cock is just as loud as my groans.
I thread my fingers through her hair, gripping and tugging as if memorizing every strand. When she does the same, starting from my beard and moving to the hair on my head, a tremor runs through me.
“That’s it, little slayer. Do you want to come again?”
When she tries to pull away to speak, I hold her to me. I’m a talker when fucking, and now that I don’t have to stop kissing to do so, oh she’s fucked.
“Answer me.” I drag my hand down the curve of her waist, grabbing on to her pear-shaped hip and thrusting upward. Her scream into my mouth comes with her pulling my hair.
“Yes! Please, Kayn, you’re—”
“I know, but you’re taking me so fucking good. If it hurts too much, say the word.”
She shakes her head, her nails dragging down my neck to my shoulders where she uses me as leverage to quicken her movements. It doesn’t take long for her legs to once again start shaking, and her tight pussy to tell me she’s ready to come undone.
Both my hands move to her waist, and break the kiss—only because she asked for something earlier, and I plan to give it to her. I’m willing to give this woman anything at this point, so it’s the least I can do.
I smirk which has her lips curling into a smile. Pulling her hips to mine, I dip my head between the curve of her shoulder and bite. It’s in the same spot as before, which I know is likely quite painful, but because she can’t heal, I don’t want to scar more of her.
Her back curves and she clenches so tight around me that Gods, I nearly come immediately. Especially as her taste floods down my throat.
“Kayn, oh fuuuck. I’m—please, please fill me. Come inside me. Come with me. I’m…”
I place one hand on her ass, the other around her breast, and there’s no holding out anymore. My entire body succumbs to her request. Just as she shakes through her climax, I’m equally vibrating under my own, and I come harder than I did the first time we fucked.
The space around us is stuffy, and the moment she shifts even slightly, we’re sticking to each other. I pull my fangs free of her and simply smile. It widens when she leans into me and goes limp.
I take my time moving my hands along her back, feeling the uneven skin; the canyons of scars leading down to her round ass.
My fingers want to touch every part of her, because the idea of stopping sends an ache straight through my stomach.
I want to map every inch, to know how many scars she has, to understand where they came from so I can help heal the mental pain buried beneath them.
I want to share all of it with her. The pain, the pleasure, the happy, the sad.
My fingers trail down to her arms, touching gently, but when she draws in a breath that catches in her throat, I pause.
“Shit,” she says, and I can hear the tears in the word.
“Oh, fuck, Amarah. What’s—”
“Don’t…” She wraps her arms around my neck. “Just… keep going.”
Swallowing hard, I do exactly as she asks, letting my hands continue their slow path across her skin while one arm snakes around her waist to hold her steady.
“Thank you…”
I nod and close my eyes, listening to her shaky breathing, her frantic heartbeat, the soft trembles running through her.
“You’re okay with me, Amarah. I’ve got you.”
“I know… I know…”
She reclines back—not far—just enough to press her forehead to mine. “Don’t stop touching me. Please.”
“Never.” I lift my hand to her jaw and drag my thumb across her cheek. “I’ll never stop.”
She leans in to kiss me, and something tugs at the bond. I can’t tell if it’s understanding or something opposite. Something that terrifies me for a moment because it reminds me of the last night with Lucifer.
Like he knew he wasn’t going to spend forever with me.