Chapter 23 Domineering #2
Possibly the long hours of the night too.
If I give him what the wants . . . will he give me what I want?
Mmm, it is worth a try, isn’t it?
In the most rasping, wanting voice, I say, “Please fuck me with your mouth, Avian.”
The smile on his lips widens as his eyes blaze with a look I’ve never seen before. His fingers stop the tracing of the fabric at the apex of my thigh, and instead, he slowly twists that pretty material in his hand.
And with a harsh rip that sounds through the room, he’s torn them away so nothing more covers my wetness from his talented, torturous mouth.
His silver eyes are locked on mine as he slowly lowers his head once more. The heat of his breath fans over my sex, and my thighs shake around his smooth shoulders. He takes his time. He enjoys the emotion he’s searing into me with every move he makes and every touch he doesn’t give me.
“Avian,” I beg once more.
And it’s that gasping sound of his name against my lips that sets him into action.
His mouth opens wide, and he dips into my opening deep before sliding all the way up and pressing the flat of his tongue hard over my sensitive mound.
And that’s where he stays. He flicks and rolls and sucks.
Faster and faster, he uses his sweet mouth to bring me the dirtiest pleasure.
Intense waves course through my body from every flick of his tongue, and it isn’t enough.
He knows it too.
Because he traces his talented fingers along my wetness, skimming along the edges of where I want him most. Where I need him most.
Then he slides in ever so slowly with one finger, and then two, and the breath in my lungs tears from my throat. I can’t seem to catch a single ounce of air, despite how much I try. And those mysterious gray eyes never do leave mine. He takes me in with the sight of sound and the feel of falling.
He sees me more than I see myself.
Especially now as he crawls up my body in a worshipping way.
Bright eyes search my face as he breathes me in.
He pushes down his pants between us and the smoothest skin brushes along my thigh.
He holds his weight carefully above me with one arm.
Then with careful control, he sinks slowly in.
And then out. His thickness stretches me fully and I release a long breath of air.
The strong line of his jaw is a flexing muscle with every little move he makes, and I can’t take my eyes off of him either.
It’s different now. It’s different from when we shared Roman, and the three of us couldn’t get enough of one another even if we tried.
In this slow thrusting, sharp-breathed moment, we aren’t taking for the sake of pleasure.
We’re giving for the divine possibility that connecting on a deeper, much, much deeper level will set our twin souls on fire.
His arm flexes as he holds himself above me with one arm while sliding his free hand down the smooth curve of my hip. He holds me there with the heat of his hand brushing lower over my ass before digging sharp nails into my flesh and sinking in so deep it hurts.
A sting of pain is nothing compared to the scorch of pleasure he gives me. A slow smile curves his sexy lips. He doesn’t pull back. He doesn’t fuck me harder.
Instead, he grinds deeper. He tortures that secret spot that only he and I know about in this moment, and he drives alllll of his attention there so many times that I become a gasping mess at his disposal.
And Goddess, does he use me.
My spine arches. His hips keep flexing. My body tenses. His hips keep flexing. My entire core of drifting sensation turns to uncontainable twirling chaos that coils so tight, it all comes to a point of no return.
And his hips keep fucking flexing.
And then he gets exactly what he wants.
He gets every single part of me.
He takes it all while holding me against him and letting me combust around his shaft in a pulse of thundering waves of a release like I’ve never felt before.
He doesn’t stop for a single second, but he does lean in closer. His lips brush over mine, and he kisses the sounds of my shuddering orgasm. He tastes it slowly with that devilish smile still taunting his lips.
When it fades away at the edges long enough for me to focus on him, he stares down on me with awed amusement shining in his pretty eyes. My body continues to work against his, but it’s still that lazy, delicious, slow movement of feeling every part of one another.
I’ve never had sex like this. I’ve never moved so slowly and felt so much all at once. Every part of me is heightened. Because of him. It all builds on top of each other until I’m coming all over again. I shatter again and again and he takes it all.
After several minutes, he slows his rocking hips. The energy settles and I try desperately to catch my breath. I kiss him, and he slides his tongue slowly over mine before pulling slightly back from me.
“It’s cute that you think you’re done,” he whispers sweetly.
Because then he slips away from me, settling a bit away from me between my shaking thighs and gives me another devious look that the devil himself should be fearful of.
“Get on your knees, Cersia,” he commands in that rasping, gentle tone of his.
My lips part but no words come out.
He truly never does what I expect of him.
And now is no different.
With unsteady limbs, I sit up. My legs slide beneath me, and I face him on my knees. Just as he asked. As he ordered.
The smile on his lips plays with my emotions as it tilts into a slow, knowing smirk.
“Turn around,” he whispers.
My heart flutters like he just said the most romantic words I’ve ever heard. Now is not the time to tell him how sweet he is. Now is definitely not the time to act like he’s a gentleman for wanting to fuck me from behind.
But if ever a time existed, now might really be it.
“You’re so sweet,” I blurt.
His eyes close tightly, and the rumbling laugh that escapes him causes a few seconds of doubt . . . maybe now is not the time.
“Stop stalling and show me your ass, Cers,” he commands so fucking sweetly.
I’m nodding even as I turn and press my palms into the soft mattress.
I don’t know what it is about the short time of silence that drifts between us. The way my heart slams in my ears as I wait for him is almost a terrifying sound. The small space of distance feels monumental, and I just want his hands on my body.
I just want . . . I want reassurance.
For the first time in my life.
It’s just a few seconds at first. A few beats of my heart slip by as I curve my spine and linger there before him in the most vulnerable position. One beat . . . two . . . three . . .
He wants me.
He cares for me.
He loves me.
Right?
The bed dips beneath me, and big hands skim from the bottom of my ass all the way up to my lower back and then right back down again.
“Flawless beauty that I’ve seen a thousand times in my dreams.” Those soft-spoken words race over my flesh in a frenzy of shivers.
“I’ll never know what everyone else sees.
Maybe you’re truly not the most beautiful woman in all the realms.” His pause flits uncertainty through my heart.
“But you’re the most beautiful woman to ever possess my mind, Cersia. ”
My lips part with an unsteady breath lingering in my lungs, and that heartfelt feeling is shoved away as he thrusts in so hard, I’m jarred forward without a drop of air left in my chest.
And I don’t want it.
I don’t need air when I’m with Avian.
I just need him.
He gives me every part of him. I own his mind, body, and soul, and I can tell by how hard he fucks me and how wildly his breath rushes up my back and along my neck. I love his recklessness as much as his properness.
And I especially love the way his hand sinks through my hair, and he clenches on until I’m lifted up and against him.
My back meets his chest, and both of us just speak to one another in gasping moans and grunts that go on for so long that I don’t know if the erratic beating I feel within me is my pulse or his.
Soft lips kiss across my neck as his slamming pace quickens, his hold on my hair tightening in the best possible way. Every colliding emotion within me is because of him. All that twirling chaos comes to blissful sensation that’s heavy against an edge that I can feel building within me.
It rises and rises and rises.
And then . . .
It crashes down in colors of blazing sparks that flash behind my eyes. It’s only a second between my release and his, but his throbbing deep inside me only ignites another flash of stunning madness within my core that lingers on in a drifting wave of consuming pleasure.
It doesn’t slip away into a haze of lost thoughts. It stays for so long that I don’t know how much time passes as I lie against this beautiful man.
We fall into a heap of ragged breaths and storming hearts.
And for once, I understand every single thing about this hellacious man.
Just like he always understands me.