Chapter 41 Welcome（?） Interruptions #2
He chuckles but pauses his motion. "You can take it, Firefly, I promise.
" He reassures me and I nod, trusting his words.
Instead of continuing his movement, he drops a hand between us and starts to trace circles over my aching clit.
I scream as another orgasm crashes over me.
As it does, Sorin pushes deeper inside of me causing a jolt of pain to rip through me before a throbbing pressure invades.
Fully seated, he pauses, one of his hands brushing my hair away from my face.
"You are so fucking perfect, Lace," he growls.
More sparks shoot out of me, and I startle as I see one fly up before being overtaken by darkness.
"Do not fear it, Parum Bellator. You will cause no harm." Sam's voice is once again caressing my ear. My heart rate slows and I allow myself to fall into the sensations buzzing through me. "Good girl," Sam praises.
"You look so beautiful, Firefly," Sorin breaths.
"I wish you could see yourself right now.
" He rubs a strand of my hair between his fingers and leans down to kiss me softly.
I whimper as I feel him move, my pussy trying its best to hold onto him.
He straightens, his eyes softening. "Tell me when you are ready, we will stay just like this until you tell me you want me to move.
" Tension holds him rigid, but he only grips the bed, ensuring he stays completely still so that I can adjust. We sit like this for a few minutes, until the painful ache starts to subside and an urgency to move overtakes the desire to be still.
"I am okay," I whisper.
"Are you sure?" Sorin asks.
"Yes. I need you to-"
My sentence is cut off by the drag of Sorin's cock sliding out of me.
A moan tears from my throat as the world dims and only sensation remains.
Only the single connection of our bodies registers as I become hyper sensitive to his movements.
The darkness moves in closer as my skin sparkles and light dances away from my body.
My clit is sore and aching from all the orgasms he has given me over the past couple of hours and I pant as I feel another curling itself inside me.
I reach for it but it evades and I whimper in frustration.
He continues to move in and out of me. His movements are too controlled.
He keeps his eyes firmly shut a battle raging over his features as he fucks me.
I do my best to meet his thrusts, fighting against his vines.
“Let go, Sorin, you do not have to be gentle with me.” His eyes shoot open, and he stalls his movement, his grip and vines tightening around me, the pressure almost enough to bruise. His eyes burn gold.
"You feel too fucking good, Lace. If you move…." His eyes start flashing between the pretty gold shade and his normal green. "I do not know how much I will be able to control myself and I don't want to hurt you."
"You know you will not hurt me, Sorin," I plead. "I need you fully and completely, please do not hold back."
The gold in his vision wins out and I am hauled into his arms, his vines supporting my weight as he pulls almost completely out of me before slamming me back onto his cock.
I cry out, gripping and scratching at his back as he continues to slam in and out of me.
He dips his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth, before biting the flesh and I yelp.
His movements are animalistic and his pace punishing.
The pain only heightens my pleasure, and I once again struggle against Sorin's grip not knowing whether I want to push him away or pull him to me.
He snarls at me, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he shoves himself in and out of me.
His other hand makes its way to my clit to circle it softly.
My eyes roll back and my toes curl as my orgasm slams into me hard. I scream his name.
Throwing me back on the bed he traps me underneath his body as he continues to punish my pussy.
My orgasm continues to roll through me, and I start to make unintelligible noises as wave after wave of pleasure rips through me.
His hip movements start to become jerkier and with a shout of his own he releases inside of me.
Something clicks and I gasp as a searing sensation rips through my skin. All at once the room comes back in screaming color and I do my best not to shield my eyes from the sudden onslaught of stimuli. Sam and the prince approach us in a rush.
Sorin pulls out, his face filled with panic.
"Fuck, Lace. I am so sorry. I knew I would be too rough.
Are you okay?" I whimper at the loss, the sensation quickly retreating and clutch at the thigh that was the source of the pain.
Sorin studies my face before his gaze travels down to where I am clutching my thigh.
"What is it, Little Dove?" The prince and Sam are now standing next to me.
I uncover my thigh to reveal a delicate gold vine tattoo that is now encircling the flesh. Tracing my fingers over it, it tingles under my touch. "What is this?" I direct the question to Sam who looks the least surprised about the new tattoo, but his face is a mask.
"I will look into it," the prince replies for him tracing a finger over the tattoo. I shiver at the contact. Looking at Sorin, I notice he has already donned a pair of shorts.
"Are you hurt?" Sorin's leg is twitching, his expression filled with worry.
"I am okay. It hurt for a second, but the pain melted away quickly."
"Are you sure?" Sorin presses.
I take stock of my body. I will definitely be sore tomorrow, but it feels like otherwise I am doing okay. "Yes, I am sure." I smile at him and some tension seems to release from his body.
He smiles back at me and scoops me from the bed. "Good. Let's get you cleaned up."