49. CHAPTER 46 #4
I lifted my head, searching her face. She was watching me with that focused intensity I recognised so well, her beautiful brown eyes peering into mine like a secret.
She’d learned exactly how to touch me. She knew where I needed her most, how to stroke my cock until I begged. She knew me well—heart and soul.
And saying those words? She knew exactly what they’d do to me, and she’d said them anyway.
“Léa,” I rasped, my voice thick with unshed tears and rising lust.
She held my face, brushing away the wetness on my cheeks.
“You're handling this with such grace,” she said. There was a command beneath the tenderness in her voice—devastating, and claiming me in one breath. “It makes me want you even more.” Her eyes stayed on mine. “You’re magnificent, Orion. Seeing you like this... it's the most honest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She was destroying me with nothing but words. A groan tore from my throat. I ground my hips against her, letting her feel my rigid cock sliding along her thigh, nudging near her entrance, desperate to plunge all the way in. My self restraint made me throb harder.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You have no idea how completely I'm gone for you.”
"I know exactly what I do to you," she countered. The certainty in her voice hit harder than the words themselves. She knew the effect she had on me, and she wasn’t afraid to lean into it.
I placed my hands on her hips, pulling her closer.
She was bare beneath me, and I needed to worship her.
Needed to pour this storm into something I could control.
My mouth moved to her throat, sucking hard on the pulse point until she moaned, then lower, my tongue tracing the hollow of her collarbone before I latched on and bit down, marking her skin with a bruise that would darken by morning.
She gasped, arching into me, her tits pressing up as I worked my way down—open-mouthed kisses over the swell of her breast before I drew her hard nipple between my lips, my teeth scraping the sensitive bud.
“Always so fucking responsive," I breathed, unable to hide the desperate need in my voice. “My beautiful, Léa. Letting me have you when I've got nothing left to give.”
I lavished her breasts, my teeth grazing the pebbled tips.
“Orion—”
“You like that?” I asked, my tongue swirling and flicking, sucking hard, making her whimper and squirm, her nipples glistening with my spit.
She writhed beneath me, barely answering. One of her hands fisting in my hair while the other gripped the sheets. Her breath came faster, as small, needy sounds escaped her throat, and when I slid my hand between her thighs, she was drenched, her pussy slick and swollen. I parted her folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I grunted, my fingers plunging into her tight heat, curling to stroke her inner walls while my thumb circled her clit. “Is this all for me, love?
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking into my hand, and her body already climbing. I worked her like that—fingers deep, thumb relentless—until her breathing turned desperate.
Then her hand found my jaw, pulling my face up to hers.
Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “You're so powerful in the way you love me,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady despite the breathlessness.
“Like nothing—not even today—can get between us.” Her fingers gripped my hair, her body clenching around my fingers.
“You make me feel cherished, Orion. Even now… especially now.”
The praise hit hard, grief and arousal colliding until I was barely breathing. A sob caught in my throat, twisting into a moan as I withdrew my fingers and kissed my way down her body.
“Keep talking,” I choked out, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Fuck, Léa, keep talking to me.”
I needed her to keep going because she understood exactly what I needed, and she was giving it to me.
I kissed my way down her stomach, my lips pressing rough kisses over the tiny swell where our child grew, before finding my place between her thighs.
She spread her legs wide for me immediately, unashamed and trusting, and the sight of her pussy swollen and dripping, clit peeking out begging for my tongue—made my mouth water with hunger.
I pressed open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, my teeth nipping the soft flesh, before dragging my tongue flat up her slit, savoring the taste of her. Salt and sweetness and pure fucking need, and when I groaned into her wet pussy, her whole body shuddered.
“You taste so fucking good,” I muttered, my voice muffled by her thighs clamping around my head. “Pure perfection.”
I dove in properly with my tongue lashing her clit in firm, rapid circles while two fingers shoved inside her, stretching her tight walls as I curled them to hit that spot deep inside that made her buck.
Her hips jerked up, and I pinned them down with my free arm, my bicep flexing as I held her still, forcing her to take my mouth.
I licked her relentlessly, sucked her clit between my lips and tugged, fucked her with my fingers in hard thrusts until her thighs began to quiver.
“Orion—” She was breathless. “Oh god... you know exactly how to make my body answer to you.”
The words sent electricity straight to my cock, making it throb painfully against the mattress.
I thrust my fingers deeper, knuckle-deep now, my tongue pressing flat and hard against her clit, flicking the tip rapidly as the praise slammed into me.
A desperate rumble of approval vibrated out of me, buzzing straight through her core.
“That’s my girl,” I groaned. “Come for me, Maia. Let me taste it.”
She clenched around my fingers, her body going rigid before she came apart—her back arching off the bed, and a broken cry ripping from her throat as her orgasm hit.
I worked her through it, my tongue lapping greedily at every drop, as my fingers pumped slow and deep to milk out the last spasms until she was shaking and oversensitive beneath my mouth, whimpering for mercy.
When I finally lifted my head, I was breathing hard. I crawled back up her body and kissed her deeply, shoving my tongue inside her mouth so she could taste herself on me—filthy and possessive and exactly what I needed.
I pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. My jaw was tight, my whole body wound so fucking tight, I was seconds from breaking apart.
“I need you,” I said shakily. “I need to be inside you, Léa. I need to feel you around me or I'm going to lose my fucking mind.”
She grabbed the back of my neck, grounding me, her nails scraping my scalp. “Then take me. I’m right here.”
Her legs locked around my waist and she moved her hips, guiding me. I notched the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed in slow—watching her face, the way her lips parted, the flutter of her eyelashes as I filled her. I bottomed out, my cock twitching inside her.
"You’re mine," she whispered in my ears, her inner muscles squeezing me intentionally. She pulled my hair tighter. "You fill me perfectly, Orion.” Her eyes opened, locking on mine with devastating clarity. “So deep...I feel you everywhere. Strong and gentle at the same time. Exactly what I need."
She was using my own weapons against me, and watching me come apart under it.
If I died right here, buried inside her with her looking at me like this, praising me non-stop, I’d have no fucking regrets.
I groaned as the tears threatened to spill again, then I started to move—long, deep strokes that pulled out almost completely before I sank back in, feeling every inch of her wrapped around me.
“Léa—” My voice cracked, hips rolling to grind my pubic bone against her clit. “You feel so good. So fucking good—”
“I know,” she breathed, and her hands framed my face, forcing me to look at her as I thrust steadily. “I’ve got you. Take what you need.”