Lucille #2
“That you open my eyes to this wonderful, funny, vulnerable male. You show me your scars, tell me about your past, your love for baking.” I still could barely believe that.
“You gift me my favorite chocolates. Want to know my favorite flower. Save me. Protect me. You sweep me off my damned feet, then go and tell me you love me at the worst possible moment!”
“I thought I was going to lose you,” he breathed.
I removed the last bit of space between us and pressed my body to his, taking the time to eye every inch of his inked muscle before lifting my gaze to those consuming golden eyes. “You thought wrong.”
I boldly grabbed the back of his neck, shot to my tiptoes, and kissed him.
He froze for one infinitesimal moment. Shock washed through the bond, followed by scorching desire.
His hand snaked into my hair, tilting my head back as he took control.
He opened my mouth and devoured me, groaning as our tongues met.
I trailed my fingers over his chest, down his abs, and curled one into his waistband.
He caught my hand before I could get any farther and drew back. His golden eyes glittered dangerously.
“You will ache for me first,” he whispered, picking me up.
He carried me to his room and tossed me onto his bed while he stood at the foot of it. His shadow-tinted eyes raked down me with controlled hunger.
“Undress.”
Nerves fluttered in my stomach.
Sensing them, he evened the playing field and slid off his pants.
But I wasn’t sure it helped anything.
Dark ink swirled down his stomach, around his thick cock, meeting the ink on his thighs. My mouth went dry at the considerable length of him. At the two piercings crossing through the head.
I tugged off my shirt, and Ronen tsked.
“Slower, gorgeous. This is no dream. I want to savor you.”
And savor me he did.
He lingered over every inch of my skin, burning and branding me with his gaze. His need grew with each passing second he stared. Unquenchable. Persistent. He made me feel irresistible. Emboldened.
I slowed my movements and slid my fingers beneath the fabric covering my breasts, pinching my nipple. A soft gasp fluttered out of me as I played with myself, and Ronen’s eyes turned pitch-black.
“Gorgeous, I didn’t say to tease,” he said, his voice deceptively calm as a storm of want filled him.
I grinned. “No? You said slower.”
That restraint he clung to wavered.
I flicked open the clasp hiding my breasts, exposing myself. His cock twitched, and a slick bead formed at the head. I cupped myself and traced my hand down to my throbbing core, arching my back.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
Biting my lip, I slid a finger inside myself, my eyes fluttering shut on a moan.
Ronen snapped. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed.
He ripped off my thong, knelt between my thighs, and dragged his tongue through my center.
I cried out, and he chuckled against my skin, the vibrations teasing me further, but nothing compared to the tingles as he played with my bundle of nerves.
He sucked and savored, and I throbbed for more, writhing and squirming. But he never filled me. Only teased. Only made my body crave.
“Did you need something, gorgeous?” he taunted in a sinful whisper.
At this point, I wasn’t above begging.
“Yes.”
He hummed, satisfied with my answer, and plunged his tongue into my core. I moaned, and he rewarded me again, this time thrusting two fingers inside me, building my pleasure. I arched, attempting to ride his hand, needing it faster, deeper. He pulled out, denying me. I whimpered.
“Ronen,” I begged.
He knelt a breath away, gazing up at me with hooded hunger. “Do you ache for me?”
“Yes.”
He smiled, running his tongue up my center as if my honesty was a reward.
He lingered there before kissing my hip and crawling up my body.
His mouth found my nipple, circling it before teasing with his teeth.
He softened the sting with a swipe of his tongue.
But it wasn’t that ache demanding his attention.
That made me writhe beneath him. I needed to be touched.
To be filled. To ease the torment inside me.
Ronen grazed at my core with his fingers. I bucked.
“Please.”
He did it again, slowly dragging them just outside where I needed them most.
“Ronen,” I whimpered.
“Gorgeous?” he breathed into my ear, smug.
Frustrated, I reached for his hand, about to force his fingers inside me, when he sank two in. Once. Twice. Sharp, quick thrusts. I tensed around them, wishing to keep them there, and he cursed against my neck.
I didn’t think I could ache for him more than I did in that moment. All his taunting and teasing, the dark angel getting his revenge.
He removed his fingers, then his cock nudged my entrance. I writhed, moving my hips to spear myself on him.
He drew back, keeping himself out of reach.
“I take it back. I hate you,” I bit out.
He smiled against my neck and ran his nose up to my ear. “This is your first time. We’re taking it slow.”
“I don’t want slow.” I hooked my legs around his thighs and tried to pull him in.
His hand wove into my hair, yanking back my head so he could nip at my neck. “I want slow, gorgeous.”
I had a feeling he was saying that for my benefit. I opened my mouth to protest, then felt him. The broad tip of his cock pressed into my entrance, the piercings stretching me further. Fire licked through my body at the pressure, both painful and exquisite.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, his voice a delicious caress against my skin.
My eyes fluttered. My core throbbed.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, though it came out more like a moan.
A shaky breath brushed my lips as Ronen held himself back. I could feel how badly he wanted to push in, to move. Instead, he let my body ease around his thickness.
I framed his face, pushing him back enough to gaze into his eyes. The gold captured me in its intensity, in its unguardedness.
“You are mine,” he declared with a gentleness that pierced every doubt.
I could feel the undeniable truth not only in his words or the certainty in his emotions, but through the way my soul reached for his, knowing nothing and no one could give me the wholeness I sought.
His vulnerability soothed the part of me that had been scared.
“Without end,” I breathed back, ready to accept it all and wear his scars with pride.
Not yet, my future self whispered in my mind.
I flinched.
I wanted to ask why, but I already felt her presence fading, and Ronen pushed in another inch.
I tilted my head back, gasping. He paused, groaning as he licked up my neck. Then another inch. His piercings tormented me with promise. The need for him to move overrode the sweet pain.
I cupped my breasts and teased my nipples, hoping to break him.
“Gorgeous,” Ronen warned, his body literally shaking. He nipped at my ear, my lip, his silent reprimand.
Out of my mind, I grabbed his ass to push him in deeper. One taunting inch. That was all he gave me. My back arched, nipples brushing his chest on breathy gasps and pleas.
“I could hurt you,” he growled, retreating to the edge before thrusting in farther.
Still not enough. Never enough. He did it a few more times, closing the distance.
His strokes dragged the piercings in and out, but I wanted them deeper.
I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to feel him slam into me. He’d worked me up enough.
“I”—I hooked my leg around him—“don’t”—I pushed lusceler into my muscles, flipping him—“care.” Then I sank down on him, arching into the sweetest pain.
“Fuck,” Ronen breathed, all the gold gone from his irises. “You’re going to ruin me.”
Looking down at the dark, deadly General of Hell as I slid up and down on his cock made me feel powerful. Made me feel like his equal.
I grinned. “Yes. I am.”
He hummed his satisfaction.
The metal studs on his cock dragged through my inner muscles. I threw my head back in ecstasy, my pleasure growing as I rode him. The noises our bodies made as we came together were obscene. Perfect. His spicy scent and the smell of sex wrapped around me, addicting and arousing. I was so close.
Then Ronen flipped me back over. “I want to be slamming into you when you come on my cock,” he growled, domination thick in his voice.
Heat flushed my cheeks at his wicked tongue and the promise in his eyes.
“What are you waiting for then?” I asked, tightening around him.
His chest rumbled, this time the sound a heart-pounding challenge.
Ronen pulled completely out, leaving me empty and wanting, then, as promised, slammed back in. His cocked filled me to the hilt. I clenched around him, gasping for breath. But he didn’t give me any.
His pace was unrelenting. Unforgiving. He had me screaming his name, begging nonsense as my mind and body fell apart with each thrust.
“Listen to those sweet noises I create,” he murmured into my ear. “You take me so well, gorgeous.”
His dirty words brought me to the brink. He grabbed my hair, tugging me back into a position I was realizing was his favorite. It exposed my neck to him, gave him control over me. And I couldn’t help heating up at how much I loved it.
“Do you like when my cock fills you?” he asked on a thrust.
My eyes fluttered. So close.
“Are you going to scream for me, gorgeous?”
“I—”