I paused, looking up to meet his eyes. They were darkened with desire, and the look on his face was downright feral.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His voice was more gravelly than I’d ever heard it, and he dragged me down to catch my lips with his.
I rocked my hips as he kissed me, my pussy stretching and adjusting to the size of him. I was still a little sore, but the ache quickly faded, replaced by delicious heat.
“Are you okay?” Daze whispered, pulling away to meet my eyes.
I nodded and lifted my hips before lowering them again, getting used to the feel of him. Without the fast-paced frenzy of a hate fuck, everything was slowed way down. Every touch, every move, was sensual. It sparked a different kind of desire, something romantic and addictive.
Daze tugged the hair at the nape of my neck and kissed me again, rocking his hips up to meet mine until we found a perfect rhythm. He kissed his way down my neck, and around my throat, each of his movements careful, calculated.
“God, you’re fucking stunning, cielito,” he muttered against my skin. “So beautiful and the way you take my cock is so perfect.”
My pussy clenched around him at his words, and I panted at the praise.
With Revel, we’d both been means to an end; it had been to blow off steam and release tension, nothing more.
But there was something about the slow, meaningful way Daze fucked me, the way he matched each of my movements and watched me with complete adoration, that had my self-confidence soaring. I felt feminine and beautiful. I felt likean omega,which didn’t make any sense. Daze wasn’t an alpha.
At the thought, I whined and buried my face in the side of his neck. My legs were tired from working against the safety net, and he must have realized because he grabbed my hips and began to move them at a faster pace. His thrusts also became deeper, more eager.
“Do you want me to come inside you?” he asked, and my stomach fluttered.
He could have just done it without saying anything. Could have filled me to the brim without a word, and I wouldn’t have given a damn, but the fact that he cared enough to ask…
The heat in my core turned into an inferno, and my clit throbbed. I could feel my climax brewing, swelling more with every thrust. I’d never come from penetration alone, even with toys, but I could get close.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breathy.
A groan rolled up his throat. “Touch yourself,” he urged, squeezing my hips. “I want you to come with me.”
I followed his instructions, holding myself up with one hand on his chest while I shoved my free hand down my shorts. I swirled circles around my swollen clit, shocked by how sensitive it already was. It wouldn’t take long, seconds at most, for me to come.
The safety net swayed, moving with us as Daze picked up the pace. He moved my hips faster, lifting me and slamming me back down as he bucked his hips. I wanted to close my eyes, tosqueeze them shut as I shattered and came on his cock, but the way his eyes locked with mine wouldn’t allow it.
I was frozen, stuck in his trance.
The muscles in my core tightened, coiling like a spring as I moved my fingers faster. When my orgasm slammed into me a second later, I cried out, the sound echoing through the empty arena. My pussy clenched hard on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted my senses. I came until I trembled, barely able to hold myself up.
“That’s it,” he said, fucking me harder. “Keep going, don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
Despite my clit being overly sensitive, I did as I was told and kept rubbing frantic circles around it. I’d never attempted two orgasms back-to-back, but I could feel the sensation there, hovering beneath the surface.
Daze’s thrusts became more erratic, and I knew he was close. His lips hardened into a line, a divot forming between his eyebrows, and his fingers tightened on my hips.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groaned. “Arina?—”
He slammed into me a final time, and his cock twitched inside me. Seeing him come undone was enough to push me over the edge, and I came again with a feral whine. My pussy clenched down on him all over again, milking him of every drop of cum, and I slumped against him.
Our heavy breaths were the only sounds in the arena, and as I laid my head on his chest, I could hear his racing heart.
“Holy shit,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around me and holding me in an embrace.
Holy shit is right.
My whole body was tingling, coming down from the high of multiple climaxes.
“Wow,” was all I could say. I felt like my brain was rebooting.
