46. CHAPTER 43 #2
The apologies seeped into me, mixing with rising pleasure until I couldn’t separate what I was forgiving from what I was craving.
His fingers joined his mouth, one sliding inside me, curling just-so until stars exploded behind my eyes.
His thumb worked lazy, devastating circles on my clit, guiding me straight to the edge with ruthless precision.
I came hard, clenching around his finger.
My back bowed off the mattress, a cry ripping from my throat as my body clenched around his hand.
The pressure broke like a storm, and he held me through the wave.
His strong hands pinned my hips, as his mouth latched on, sucking through every pulse until I was a boneless mess.
He kissed his way back up my body, slowly. His lips lingered on my navel, my ribs, the underside of my breast, sending a shockwave of electricity through my veins as his tongue circled my nipples before claiming my mouth.
I tasted myself on him, salty, sexy and intimate in a way that made my toes curl.
“Tell me what you want me to do next,” he said, voice husky, his cock straining in his trousers as it pressed into my thigh.
“I need you inside me, Orion,” I said almost breathless. “Now.”
“Command me properly,” he rasped, nudging his hips against my core, making me whimper at the contact.
“Fuck me, Orion,” I said, surprising myself with how steady my voice sounded. “Now.”
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, a wicked smile forming across his face before his mouth captured mine again. The kiss turned ravenous. His tongue plunged with a hunger that consumed me whole. The sheer force of it sent me reeling.
Whatever softness had been between us since we entered this room… ended there.
He pushed me back onto the pillows, climbing over me with a predator's grace, the hunger in his eyes became fiercer, and unrestrained.
His hand slid between my thighs, spreading me wider, exposing my throbbing clit to the air as he tested how ready I was for him.
The way he touched me made it undeniable that whatever he was about to do, I was choosing it.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned, two fingers plunging deep, pumping in and out with a wet squelch. “Your pussy’s soaking for my cock. So ready to take me.”
I reached down and clutched my fingers over the rigid line of him through his trousers. He twitched under my touch, a sharp breath escaping his lips.
“So are you,” I panted. “I can feel how hard you are. Stop teasing and take me, Orion. Please.”
He stripped quickly, shedding layers like he resented every piece of them—first his shirt to reveal the hard planes of his chest, then he shoved down his trousers to free his thick cock. There was nothing between us but heat and history and the kind of hunger that could level cities.
He lined himself up at my entrance, the tip nudging my slick folds. He paused, his breath trembling.
“Look at me,” he said hoarsely, his breath trembling as he positioned himself, the blunt promise of him nudging at my entrance. “I want to see your eyes when I fuck you again. When I bury myself deep inside you, and remind your body who it belongs to.”
I forced my gaze up to his and held it, even as he began to push forward.
The glide started out slow, the stretch that followed was a sweet burn that felt too much and yet not nearly enough.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails biting into his bare skin, but my hips tilted up to meet him anyway.
His jaw clenched, a guttural sound ripping from his chest as he sank deeper, inch by devastating inch, until he was fully seated, and our bodies fused together.
My breath broke on a moan.
His did too, a growl escaping as he bottomed out.
“Oh, Léa—” his voice shook as his hips began to move. “I forgot how it feels to be home… your pussy milking my cock like it never wants to let go.”
He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in, savoring the drag, memorizing the way my body yielded to him. Each slide built the forgiveness into our bones, his cock hitting deep, grinding right into that spot inside me that made my vision flash white.
His hips snapped harder, his rhythm turning punishing, as he fucked me with deep, relentless strokes, the bed hitting the wall and protesting beneath us.
It was a raw, terrifying hunger.
I rose to meet him, matching him, loving the way his control frayed in my hands.
“There she is,” he said, voice dark with praise. “My beautiful, greedy girl.”
He kissed me messily through it. Our tongues tangled wildly, while his hands touched me everywhere at once: gripping my hip to angle me higher, kneading my thighs as he spread them wider, fingers digging into my ass to pull me into him harder, then sliding up to cradle my throat, his thumb resting over my pulse in a silent mine that made me clench hard around him.
Everything happened at once. His mouth at my jaw, my nails down his back, our bodies grinding together like we were trying to erase any space that had ever existed between us. The feeling of it set every nerve alight.
I didn’t want him to ever stop touching me.