Chapter 34 #3
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he said, rising to crawl slowly up the bed, a smirk plastered on his perfect mouth.
“Come here,” I reached for him, hands clasped on either side of his face as I dragged him down to my lips. I could taste myself on him which only made me wetter.
Nik slid a hand down my stomach, reaching between us to rub his fingers over my clit. I moaned into his mouth, his lips devouring the sound. Then he slipped a finger inside and I bucked off the bed again.
In all the years of fucking men, none of them ever gave me this amount of sheer pleasure.
“Are you still alright?” he whispered against my mouth.
I nodded breathlessly. “Yes.”
Two fingers, and I arched my back as he gently pumped his hand. “Nik . . .”
“Blythe,” he said, pressing kisses to my jaw, working his way down my throat and over my chest, all while thrusting his fingers into me.
I wanted to hear my name tumble from his lips a thousand times before I left. “Say it again.”
Nik paused, then grinned. “Blythe.”
I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair as he wrapped his lips around my hardened nipple. He sucked it gently, working his tongue around it in slow, gentle motions. “Blythe,” he said again, finding my other breast.
At this point I’d lost all sense of control. He devoted all his time to my pleasure, taking me to new heights with every exploration of his tongue and hands. “I need to feel you inside of me,” I groaned up at the ceiling that was now washed in silver light.
He pressed a soft kiss to my breast before rising up on an elbow to look at me. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
My hands never left his arms, his chest, his back, holding onto him with everything in me. “I was ready the moment you took my dress off.”
Nik chuckled, and the sound drew a smile from my lips. He shifted then, sitting up just enough to brace himself, hands firm on my hips. My legs wrapped around his muscular thighs and he angled himself just right, the tip of his cock brushing my centre.
Heat washed over me and I felt the change immediately, the way his focus sharpened, the way the air between us thickened until it was hard to breath.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
So I did.
The desire in his eyes wasn’t careless. It wasn’t hungry in the way I’d known before. It was intent. Wanting. Like he was choosing this moment with the same seriousness he chose everything else.
Calloused fingers dug into the skin on my hips as he slipped the broad head of his manhood between my warmth.
Instinctively, I drew my hands above my head, grasping the sheets.
It was so natural to lay on my back looking up at him.
A thousand wild horses couldn’t drag my gaze away from him as he took his time.
There was no pain. No bracing. No dissociation.
Just the steady, consuming awareness of him—his hands, his breath, the way he stayed with me, watching my face like it mattered.
I cried out as he sank into me, a sound that came from years of not knowing true pleasure.
“You’re so perfect,” Nik moaned, pushing in deeper.
My warmth stretched around him, accommodating his size. I couldn’t stop my eyes rolling back into my head as he slowly slid out and pushed back in again. Within seconds we were moving together. His hips rocking into me, and my legs opening wider for him.
Our bodies came together in a way that altered my brain chemistry. He had ruined me and I knew I would forever live with this memory ingrained into my soul. It would be mine to keep locked away where no one could find it.
“Oh, Nik—” I cried out, as he picked up the pace.
Pleasure built low and deep, familiar and terrifying in its intensity. My breath fractured, every nerve lighting up at once.
This was all I had to give to him. My body. My name. This moment.
His eyes locked on me, and a strange peace settled over me. If this was the last time, if this was all I could offer him, then at least it would be everything.
“Fuck!” I gasped, the world breaking apart as the feeling coiling deep in my stomach swelled beyond my control.
“Feel it . . . let it go,” Nik moaned, gripping my hips harder with every thrust.
That was all it took.
The release hit me like a wave breaking over the rocky seashore. It tore a sound from my throat as my body tightened and shook beneath him. I came apart on his bed, vision blurring, pleasure rolling through me in pulses that left me trembling and breathless.
Nik followed moments later, a sharp, broken sound leaving him as he tumbled forwards, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His breath warmed my skin in ragged puffs.
For a few heartbeats, there was nothing but the sound of our pleasure sweeping out of us in the form of breath. Then I brought my arms down to wrap around his head, pulling him closer, just as my left wing wrapped over us.
I lay there shaking, spent, his head pressed against my heart, feeling empty and full all at once. My debt was paid. Everything I was, everything I had left, I’d given to him.
All I could hope for now, was that it would be enough.