Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Ariana
At first, Henry’s kiss was soft and tender, at complete odds with the harsh grip he had on my hair. This was one of the things I adored about him. How he could make me feel a wide range of emotions within the span of a heartbeat.
His mouth moved slowly against mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips as if I were a priceless treasure. Soon, his kiss turned desperate and frantic, as if no matter how hard he kissed me, it wasn’t enough.
His grip on my hair tightened, and he yanked my head back, the sudden sting sending heat straight to my core. My breath left me on a gasp as he tore his mouth from mine, trailing rough kisses along my jawline, his teeth nipping at my skin.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
With Henry, I always did.
“Harder,” I begged.
He groaned and circled his hips, teasing me with his erection.
“Why are you so damn perfect?” he rasped before pressing his lips back to the spot where my neck met my shoulder. But his gentle touch was short-lived, his teeth clamping down.
The mixture of pleasure and pain was almost unbearable. But it was exactly what I’d come to crave from him.
Before Henry, it was only pain. Only brutality.
He’d taken something that once broke me and turned it into something that made me feel powerful. Desired.
Alive.
“I need you, Henry,” I moaned as his teeth dug harder and harder into the skin, marking me as his.
Unlike with Victor, I wanted to be marked by him. Wanted the world to know I was his and his alone.
And he was mine.
“Need to feel you.”
He pulled back, his wild green eyes locking with mine. “Tell me, Ariana. I want to hear the words.” He brushed his lips against the sensitive spot on my neck, soothing the mark he’d just left. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
His eyes met mine again, and I didn’t hesitate. There wasn’t an ounce of uncertainty or nerves. Not like when Henry first encouraged me to give voice to my needs and wants, something I wasn’t used to.
I curved toward him and nipped at his earlobe, tasting salt and heat as my fingers worked the buttons of his shirt before sliding it down his arms. As I raked my nails down his tattooed chest, a groan fell from his throat, raw and needy.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my words seeming to echo in the stillness around us.
He cupped my face, forcing my eyes to his, his jaw ticking, tension radiating through him.
“Beg for me, Ariana.”
Again, I didn’t question it. Didn’t back down. Didn’t tremble in fear.
This was what he needed. To feel in control.
And I was more than willing to give that to him.
“Henry…” I slid off him and sunk to my knees, peering up at him through my lashes. “Please fuck me. Use me. I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he growled, pulling himself to his full height.
“Yes, Henry.”
His pupils dilated as I reached for his belt and loosened it before lowering the zipper on his pants. When I freed his erection from his boxer briefs, heat pooled low in my belly, my mouth salivating when I noticed pre-cum glistening on his tip.
“I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he repeated, digging his fingers through my hair with one hand as he fisted his length with the other. “But first, I need you naked. Need to see how wet your cunt gets when I fuck your mouth.”
My skin prickled with heat, my pulse skyrocketing. I loved when Henry was like this. Loved how he didn’t hold back with me.
How he didn’t treat me like I was broken.
With my eyes glued to his, I slowly stood. The gentleman he was, he touched a hand to my hip, helping me back to my feet. Then I yanked my shirt over my head, before shoving my jeans down my legs. His gaze followed every inch of exposed skin, darkening with each piece of clothing I shed.
When I unclasped my bra, something that sounded like a growl filled the space between us, his eyes flaming with lust.
It didn’t matter how many times he’d seen me naked. He always looked at me as if it were the first time.
As if he were in awe of my beauty.
When I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, cool air kissed my skin, but his stare burned hotter.
He touched my cheek again as he brought his lips back to mine, his kiss slow and reverent before he pulled back, his stare becoming harsh once more.
“Now get on your knees and let me use your mouth.”
I lowered myself back to my knees and looked up at him as he brought his erection up to my mouth.
“Open for me,” he ordered.
I eagerly followed his command, parting my lips for him.
“Is that the best you can do?” He smirked, stroking his cock. “You’ll need to open wider to fit all of me.”
I did as he asked, loosening my jaw and widening my mouth.
“Good girl,” he soothed as he slid his erection past my lips.
I ran my tongue along his length, moaning at the first taste of him.
“You like that, don’t you? Like having your mouth filled with my cock?”
I moaned again, his words turning me on even more. I never thought I’d be the type of woman to enjoy doing this. Not after Victor.
But Henry helped me take back everything Victor stole from me.
And now I wanted to help Henry take back some of the control he felt he’d lost.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you look,” he panted, increasing his motions as he gripped my face, holding me in place. “On your knees. Naked. Those lips wrapped around my cock.”
A few tears fell from my eyes, but I didn’t try to retreat. Instead, I grabbed his ass, forcing him even deeper.
“Fuck, baby. How the hell did I get so damn lucky to have you in my life?”
He thrust harder and deeper, his grip on my head not allowing me to escape. I kept my gaze locked on his, his eyes growing wild, and I could sense his impending release.
I expected him to pull out like he usually did when he was on the cusp of orgasm. He didn’t. He held my gaze, arching a single brow, as if asking for permission.
I couldn’t deny him what he wanted right now even if I wanted to.
But I didn’t want to.
Instead, I gave a small nod.
A growl tore from him as he increased his rhythm, setting a punishing pace as I struggled to breathe.
And in that moment, as he drove in and out of my mouth, his hold unrelenting, I felt everything he’d kept locked up the past few days, weeks, months, years leave him as he used me to chase away his demons.
Just like I used him to chase away mine last night.
When I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, he stopped thrusting, warm streams of cum coating my mouth and throat. I sputtered and gagged, but Henry didn’t pull back. If anything, he held me tighter.
“Don’t even think about it. Take all of it, Ariana. Take all of me.”
I swallowed as he forced his cock deeper still. Even when the last bit of cum left him, he kept his erection in my mouth until he was sure I’d swallowed it all.
Only then did he pull back, allowing me to finally suck in a gasping breath. Before I knew what was happening, he wrapped his hand around my arm and yanked me to my feet, slamming his lips against mine.
“That was fucking incredible, Ariana.”
He forced his tongue past my lips once more, licking the inside of my mouth.
“I love the way I taste on you.” he panted, peppering kisses along my jaw and neck. “Now would you like your reward?”
“My reward?” I arched a brow.
He gave a slow nod. “Good girls get rewarded.”
He trailed his hand along my hip and slid it across my waist before dipping it between my legs, feeling how wet I was.
I moaned, and he crushed his lips against mine, steering me toward the bed as he continued teasing me. I was so damn on edge. For the longest time, I didn’t think I’d ever feel anything remotely like this again.
Didn’t think I deserved to feel pleasure.
Now I never wanted to go another day without feeling the things Henry brought out of me.
He removed his fingers and carefully lowered me onto the bed before crawling on top of me, his lips traveling along my collarbone, between my breasts, and moving to one of my nipples. When he took it in his mouth, his teeth scraping against it, I bowed off the bed, releasing a strangled cry.
Not because it hurt.
Because it felt too damn good.
“Please, Henry. I need to feel you. Need you inside me.”
He nibbled on my nipple again before circling his tongue against it, the combination of pleasure and pain almost too much.
“I told you. Good girls get rewarded.”
“You can reward me by fucking me,” I replied, nearly out of my mind.
“Soon. But allow me to return the favor first.”
He snaked down my body, pushing my thighs wide.
I held my breath, anticipation coiling within as I waited to feel his mouth on me.
But I didn’t. Not right away.
Instead, several protracted moments passed as he admired my sex.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, running a light finger through my slickness.
“Henry,” I pleaded, gripping the sheets in an attempt to keep myself grounded.
“Your pussy is so fucking perfect. So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine.”
I fluttered my eyelids closed, basking in his touch. His words. His everything.
“Tell me, Ariana,” he said, his voice turning harsh. I snapped my gaze to his, so many emotions swirling in those green orbs. “Tell me this cunt is mine.”
“It’s yours, Henry. Every last inch of me belongs to you.”
I never thought I’d like the idea of belonging to anyone. Not after Victor.
But with Henry, it wasn’t about ownership.
It was about surrender.
Love.
Trust.
“Mine,” he grunted one last time before pressing his mouth against me, his tongue circling my clit.
I cried out, partly in relief. Partly in bliss. Nothing ever felt so damn perfect as Henry’s mouth on me, his touch igniting a fire I doubted would ever go out.
“God, I love the way you taste. Love the way you feel. Love the way you move.”
I circled my hips, my body like a live wire ready to detonate, especially when he slipped a finger inside, then another. Which only caused me to increase my motions even more. I reached down and gripped his hair, needing to hold on to something.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face. Get yourself off all over my tongue.”
I did as he asked, pulsing against him with more urgency.
He met my motions, his tongue working my clit as his fingers thrust harder and deeper inside.
When I felt his teeth scrape me, I couldn’t hold on any longer.
Bright lights exploded in my vision as my body convulsed and spasmed through one of the most intense orgasms ever.
I was still disoriented when Henry straightened to kneel between my legs before driving inside of me, filling me in a way I’d never tire of. Nothing had ever felt so right. So damn perfect. Like we were made for each other. Like our broken pieces saw a match in the other.
“I love you,” I exhaled, drawing him closer, my nails digging into his back.
He lifted his eyes to mine, slowing his motions. He pushed a tendril of hair out of my face. “And I love you, Ariana. So fucking much it hurts sometimes.”
He buried his face in the crook of my neck as he began to move again, slower this time but just as fulfilling. That was the thing about Henry. He could be rough one minute and tender the next. Through it all, I still felt his love. Even from the beginning.
Even when neither of us knew what this feeling was.
I pulled him closer, threading my fingers through his hair as he continued moving inside me, each drive seeming to hit deeper, propelling me closer and closer to the edge.
And Henry knew it.
Of course he did.
He seemed to know my body better than me.
“Let me have it, Ariana. Give me your orgasm. Your bliss. Your pleasure. I need it.”
I tried to hold on. Tried to prolong this feeling, but it was useless.
I cried out, this orgasm even more powerful than the one he gave me mere minutes ago.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he ground out, driving into me with each word until he stilled, jerking through his own release.
Then he collapsed on top of me and nuzzled my neck, the only sound in the room that of our ragged breaths.
I didn’t make any move to push him off me. And he didn’t make any move to release me either.
We simply stayed in this moment, savoring in each other. In our connection.
And our love.
Maybe it was because we needed to feel this connection.
Maybe it was because the past few days had finally caught up to us.
Or maybe it was because somewhere deep down we both sensed the fragile peace of this moment wouldn’t last.
I didn’t know the reason.
But in the days to come, when the world shifted again, tilting everything on its axis, I’d return to this moment.
To the way Henry held me like I was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.
To the way he looked at me like I wasn’t broken.
To the way he loved me.
And I would hold on to it with everything I had.
It would be the only thing to help me survive the horrors I was about to face.