Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Draven had gone without sex since Thea moved in with him, sure, but nothing explained how pent-up he felt over her.
His cock did not simply “ache.” It wept. The bulbous tip slicked with precum just at the thought of thrusting inside her. Inside the woman he loved.
Was this what fishermen lost at sea for a decade felt like? Maybe that was what love was—finally finding that one lighthouse to bring a person to shore. To remind them what stable, firm ground felt like instead of constant waves. For years, I’ve just been bobbing up and down in darkness . A buoy constantly moving in an effort to forget how stuck he was.
She has changed everything .
His blood sizzled at how she stared at him with such a ravenous, hungry expression.
Cock swelling behind his mesh joggers, Draven had never wanted another person more. He never would again.
“What have you done to me, Thea?” he asked, brows furrowed and sounding tortured.
She shot him a prideful, wicked expression that he swore said, “ I hexed you, of course .”
She leaned forward off the bed, causing him to sit back on his ankles to give her room. Thea wrangled off her T-shirt and threw it to the side, baring her supple, mouthwatering breasts. The pink little nipples saluted him as if to say, “ Hello, soldier. At attention, please! ”
She proudly stuck her chin up and preened like she knew exactly what the sight of her pert breasts did to him. She knew how badly he wanted her.
That was so damn sexy.
“Little witch,” he grunted, shooting his hips forward so his dick rubbed between her legs, bunching up those fuzzy sleep shorts. “Think you can tease me with your perfect fucking body?”
She smiled smugly at him, clearly projecting silent agreement to his words.
“Oh, really? You think you’re in control here, baby?”
Her grin grew as she ran a pink fingernail down her collarbone, down her chest, to twirl around her right nipple.
Draven cursed. Yup, she was in utter control of him. But she wasn’t supposed to know that. He dove forward and sucked the hardened tip of her breast into his mouth.
“These are mine now, you hear me?” he muttered to himself through a mouthful of her flesh. He licked and sucked and nibbled, all while rocking his erection between her legs.
She thrashed her head side to side on the pillow, tangling her dark hair as she moaned.
He released her nipple with a soft pop . “This body is mine. If you ever move out, I will demand visiting rights. You own every damn inch of me. Give me something in return, Thea.”
Promise you feel the same way I do . Promise I’m good enough for you even if no one else sees it .
He kneaded her tits as his mouth performed skillful tricks over the tight peaks. She yelped when he grazed her with his teeth. One of his hands fell between her legs to press through her thin, fuzzy shorts and rub over her.
“You think you can hide your pretty pussy from me?” He yanked her legs up straight and wrenched her sleep shorts and panties off her in a single, savage move.
She gasped and bit her lip as he tossed the material behind him. Her pupils dilated, black eating up the icy blue.
Then, she stared straight into his eyes, unblinking, as she opened her legs wide, letting them fall apart and reveal her glistening pink core. The woman spread herself for him. Vulnerable. Wet. Enthralling. Perfection.
“Damn, you get it already, don’t you, baby?” He lowered himself on the bed until his face hovered above her quivering abdomen. “That I’ll dominate this body…” He nipped at the top of her sex, causing her to whimper and her hips to buck. “But you’ll master me,” he whispered.
And he feasted. Rubbing his nose and stubble over her, he dragged his tongue from the rim of her entrance to the swollen bead at the top of her sex. He snaked over her clit, teasing it, stroking it, and playing with the hood.
When he suckled, she sucked in a loud breath, chest shuddering at the sensation. Her desperate fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him against her.
With a strong suck, he tugged at her hypersensitive clit, and her hips shot up, off the mattress. “That’s it,” he purred as she grew wetter for him still.
He lapped her up; his new favorite treat was her pleasure. Who needed energy drinks when he had Thea’s orgasms to revitalize him?
“They think I’m not good enough, but this wet pussy likes me just fine, doesn’t it?”
A whine caught at the back of her throat as he continued the merciless tongue lashings and sucking lips.
“No one gives it to you this good, do they?” he asked between punishing kisses and practiced licks.
His tongue batted her swollen nub. He pressed a long finger to her slick entrance and prodded in and out, teasing her. “If I have to make your pussy addicted to me just to keep you forever, I will.”
Beginning to finger her, he set back in to tongue-fuck the life out of her.
Her eyes rolled back in her pretty head as he kissed, licked, sucked, pressed, and devoured, all while driving his thick finger in and out of her fluttering core. She is close . Her inner muscles convulsed around his invasion. Once. Twice.
“Fuck yes, baby, squeeze my fingers. So damn tight.”
His cock throbbed harder with each heartbeat, to the point that he slipped his free hand beneath him to clasp the shaft in his hand and squeeze the tip, commanding it to calm the hell down while he enjoyed his favorite meal.
“Can’t get enough of you.” His low growl rumbled onto her, vibrating the tender flesh until she shrieked with release.
Coming around his fingers, she thrashed on the bed. When he stilled his fingers, she undulated her hips to fuck herself on the digit. In and out. His little vixen rode out her orgasm, insisting and ensuring her pleasure.
So. Damn. Hot. He groaned into her pussy, clutching his dick in a tighter grip to control himself. His cock lurched forward, begging to release on her soft skin.
Coming down from the erotic torrent of pleasure, she tried to catch her breath. She thought she was done. She thought that he was finished. That’s cute, baby .
His arms curled around her thighs, clamping down to hold her open to him.
He consumed her. “More,” he rasped, demanding it. His tongue darted back and forth, performing expertly crafted flicks at the hood of her clit. “I want another. Give me another.”
Her fingernails dug into his scalp. Her thighs shook so hard, they reminded him of little earthquakes. She gaped up at the ceiling, moaning and panting as he worked her.
“Another,” he demanded, slapping her thigh lightly and clasping it in a large, dominating palm.
Back arching off the bed, she came again. Her eyes glazed over from endorphins. Masculine pride filled his chest at the sight of her flushed cheeks and reddened nipples, swollen from his masterful manipulations.
Her breasts quivered as she rushed to even her breathing after the two back-to-back orgasms.
Just getting started.
Draven’s cock leaked precum from his excitement of watching his woman come twice. The engorged appendage chanted to him, “ Want her. Need her. Inside. Thrust. Ravish .”
His balls were heavy for her and had been for weeks, aching and full of Thea-induced seed. He had never put much importance on sex—but now? He wanted her heart and body at the same time. He had been prepared to wait for it.
But she says she loves me too .
That knowledge broke the dams of waiting. The bridge of resistance went tumbling down.
He was about to have sex with the woman he loved, which meant all of this felt new. His cock was so full and throbbing for her; he swore he was back to being a randy virgin on the verge of coming. Like she took away his entire past, his sexual history wiped clean. There is only her .
Thea bucked her hips and whined. She reached for his jutting erection and motioned for him to get inside her already. They had already gotten tested and shown each other negative results. Thea had told him she was on birth control. And with his woman openly glaring at him to hurry up and fuck her, they were all set to continue.
He hesitated.
What did she like? What did she expect?
He knew she had heard the rumors about him. The sexual tales of his exploits. Did she expect him to nibble at her neck, pull her hair, or leash her throat in a loose grip?
He was a dominating man who loved dirty talk, but this was the woman he loved. Was he supposed to still do those things? What if he disappointed her somehow?
She frowned at his sudden, concerned expression. Reaching forward, she cupped his face and silently asked, “ What’s wrong? ”
He exhaled deeply. “What if I really am not good enough for you, baby?”
Not understanding him, she petted his cheeks, trying to comfort him.
He grabbed his phone and opened a new voice-to-text app he downloaded for her.
Handing her his phone, she quirked an eyebrow.
“I don’t know how to make love, Thea.”
As she read his words appearing on the screen, her eyes widened, and her expression softened.
“What if I do it wrong? What if I accidentally say something you don’t like? I mean, you wouldn’t hear it, but what if I wanted you to hear it? I’m messing up with words again.”
Her eyebrows rose as she read the voice-to-text app.
Blushing, he said, “I dirty-talk, and I don’t know if you’ll like it. But I also wanted to try this app to see if you might.”
He leaned forward, balancing his weight on his toned forearms. “I learned some dirty talk in sign language, but I thought you’d appreciate my hands being free.”
Draven’s hand, which had rested on her inner thigh, skimmed back up to trace the seam of her pussy. His finger dipped into her wetness, pushing inside her and curling to find her G-spot. She whimpered and spread her legs wider for him as he stroked her. The weariness eased in his chest.
“You like this, baby?” he asked.
Reading his words on the phone screen, Thea nodded.
“You want my cock to replace this finger? To stretch that pretty little pussy and hit you nice and deep?”
Rapid nodding from Thea. Another soft, breathy moan.
He moved forward, aligning the bulbous tip to her slick entrance. Need her. The head of his cock prodded her, inching inside but easing back out.
“Will you tell me again, Thea?”
Her hooded eyelids fluttered as his words appeared on the phone screen she held.
“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you this cock all night long.”
Thea shivered beneath him, put his phone down, and signed, “ I love you .”
You can do this. Make love. Be soft .
His intense gaze bored into hers, projecting his every emotion and thought. His hips pushed forward as he plunged his shaft inside her gripping pussy.
Perfect . Tight, wet heaven.
Fuck .
How was a man supposed to hold back and not unravel for a woman who felt like utter bliss?
When she bucked, her pussy clamped around his rigid cock. A strangled noise wrangled its way out of Draven’s throat. “Now, now, baby,” he said. “Trying to make love here. Would appreciate some patience.”
Another quirked eyebrow from her.
He reached forward and stretched their arms out over the pillow, weaving their fingers together. There. Romantic.
Sweat sheened his chest as he grappled with self-control. Slow thrusts. In. Out. In. Out . Slow was torture. His body hummed to slam against hers. His cock wept to rail her perfect pussy until she came around it—hard.
No fucking . Just making love. Was it obvious he had no idea what he was doing? Obvious by the way he gritted his teeth and the tendons in his neck strained? All he wanted to do was ravenously ram himself inside her until her eyes rolled back in her pretty head and she’d realize she would never want another man.
Words like “ mine ,” “ claim ,” and “ thrust ” consumed his thoughts.
No, go slow.
With furrowed, impatient eyebrows, Thea jerked her hips up and sank herself fully onto him, pinning herself on his cock. He filled her to the hilt. Her inner muscles closed around him and seemed to tug.
“Fuck,” he barked, face tight with agony as his balls tingled and cock twitched inside her. Do not immediately come in her . “Are you trying to annihilate my self-control?” he asked her.
Her expression said, “ Yes .”
He swallowed. “You want it rough, baby?”
Her hands slid down the ropes of his muscled back until her fingernails dug into his ass cheeks and shoved him forward.
He coughed out a gasp-laugh hybrid. Maybe she didn’t want to make love? Maybe anything they did was making love because they loved each other.
“You want to be fucked, Thea?” he asked.
Those wicked, pale blue eyes sang a siren song. The kind that led a man to his death—happily.
To the rhythm of her soft, mewling moans, he thrust. Her grapefruit scent imprinted in his lungs until every breath he took contained a trace of her.
He maneuvered her legs in a way that tipped her hips and allowed him to sink even deeper. His hips punched forward, and she whined gibberish that he translated as, “ More. Please, more .”
Her small breasts jounced as he thrust until the two of them ran out of breath, out of oxygen, and survived only on each other.
Her pussy pulsated around him, the beat of his new favorite song. One he could play again and again and never tire of.
“You know the best part about hooking up with a drummer?” Draven grunted into her ear as he shoved those hips forward and rocked them to grind his dick against the most sensitive parts of her. “ Rhythm .”