Chapter 64 #2
He’s probably right that I can’t take him all, but I’m sure as hell going to try.
As my mouth lowers down his length, his hips rock back and forth, pushing him deeper and deeper into my throat.
The movements are slow and controlled, but with the guttural sound he allows free, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
The memory of the way he stretched me – filled me – is at the forefront of my mind, but no matter how much I want him in me, I need to first feel him unravel the way he’s unravelled me before.
The pace of his thrusting quickens and I speed up my movements to match, taking more and more of him each time, eager to help him explode.
But just as I feel the shudders rising through him, he grabs my hair with both hands and gently pulls me up and off him.
‘As good as that is – and it is – I need to be in you. Now,’ he demands.
I don’t argue. I can’t. I’m fresh out of reasons why he shouldn’t pound me in two.
My entire body is burning with need as he flips me onto my back and pushes my knees apart.
He could bind me to the bed and keep me strapped there for all eternity and I don’t think I’d object.
For a split second, his eyes lock on mine, and I want nothing more than to lose myself within them, but then the tip of his cock presses against my opening.
‘Ky …’ My neck arches back as the ecstasy of that initial stretch leaves me grappling for air.
‘How the fuck do you make me want you so much?’ he groans as his tongue rakes my mouth.
‘It’s mutual,’ I moan.
‘Fuck!’
I swallow back a whimper as he pushes me further open, slowly inching deeper and deeper.
I love how well he fits in me. Know how phenomenal that tightness is for both of us.
The sensations he’s producing are so overwhelming that I can barely breathe, and when he adds in a caress with his static magic, it’s enough to make me want to scream his name.
I try as hard as I can to swallow it down.
‘Don’t you dare,’ he growls. ‘Let me hear every fucking sound, Rose.’ I’m not sure I even have a choice as the air rushes from my lungs. I groan loudly and he grinds further into me. ‘Gods, Thorn, you feel so fucking perfect. This, you. Everything. I’m claiming it now.’
I can’t stop the gasps and moans that rise from my throat, born from every animal instinct within me as he slides in and out of me with perfect, measured control.
My walls tighten with every thrust, and my hips move instinctively in time with him.
The friction rubs against every nerve inside my body, squeezing me tighter and tighter around his cock.
He’s already found that spot. The one that’s going to make me soak him in the most phenomenal release possible.
‘That’s it,’ he whispers against my ear. ‘Let me see you come, Thorn. Let me watch you come with me inside you. Let me feel you clamp around me.’
The hunger in his eyes has reached a new level of burning, but that damn iron will of his is still stopping him from letting himself go. And it’s not as though I’m going to be able to hold on forever. Every movement he makes within me is bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
‘I want to feel you lose yourself with me,’ I beg, ‘like you’ve never lost yourself with anyone before, Kyor. I need that. Lose yourself in me like you did the first time we kissed. Do everything to me now that you imagined doing then. Take me like this is all we get.’
‘I’m not sure that’s wise.’ He growls out the words. ‘I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.’
‘That’s the point. Give me your all, Kyor. Give me everything you’ve got,’ I demand, my head spinning, my careful filter removed from my mouth in the wash of urgency. ‘I’m so close,’ I gasp out. ‘Come with me.’
‘Gods, I don’t know how you do this to me,’ he says as he pushes himself deeper into me. Deeper than I even knew was possible.
‘I need you,’ I whisper back through panting breaths. ‘I need to feel you all the way in me. I need to feel your cum filling me. I want it all.’
‘Thorn …’ He groans my name like a prayer and a benediction.
I bite down on his bottom lip. ‘Come with me, my love.’
It’s the first time I have returned the term of endearment, but I feel the effect of the word on him instantly.
Desperation cascades through his every cell as his eyes meet mine.
The next thrust that comes is the deepest so far and I throw my head back and scream at the power of it.
He plunges into me again, and my body takes it all.
‘Kyor!’
‘Rose,’ he answers as he pushes himself harder and faster into me.
My breath comes in shallow, urgent pulls as heat pools low and tight in my core. As the world narrows to the press of him plundering into my welcoming body, my muscles clamp down with an impossible pressure. ‘Kyor, I’m coming. I’m going to come. Please … please come with me.’
It all happens simultaneously. His grip tightens as he throws his head back.
His body trembles and quakes beneath my fingers.
He pulls me so close there is no space, no air between our bodies, nothing that can separate us.
The charge that rushes from him fills every part of my body and for a split second, there is no him and no me.
There’s just us. Just us and the pure energy of this moment.
‘Thorn!’ he cries out as a crack of thunder rattles the windows.
My own rush arrives, overwhelming and bright, tipping me then sending me tumbling over the precipice. My body shakes and shudders again and again before the sensation slowly starts to ebb.
I don’t know if the aftershocks are mine or his. If the buzzing that causes my hair to stand on end and my lungs to struggle to catch breath is magic or physical.
The only thing I know is that we can never go back from this moment. Something between us has irrevocably changed.