“I need you,” I beg, bucking into him again, the handcuffs clinking against the headboard.
He smirks and tucks his fingers into the waistband of my panties. The sound of tearing fabric fills my ears, and I squeak. He pulls the torn panties off me, then waves them briefly before tossing them aside. His fingers immediately return to my pussy. He slowly and agonizingly drags two fingers between my folds, coating them in my arousal, before slipping them inside me. They curl, instantly hitting that sweet spot, and I let out a shuddering moan, my body bowing off the bed.
“Fuck,” I gasp as he pumps his fingers in and out of my pussy.
My thighs clench around him, but he forces them apart and brings his lips to my clit. He flicks his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth, doubly assaulting my throbbing cunt. He pumps his fingers faster, his tongue working in sync. I moan and squirm, yanking at the cuffs, my body on fire with need. He holds me down, his assault relentless.
“Emilio!” I cry out, the cuffs biting into my wrists as I pull. My thighs clench around his head, my body shaking from the pleasure. He slows his assault, then slides his fingers out and brings them to my lips.
“Open your mouth and clean yourself off me,” he demands, his voice rough. I obey. My lips part, and I suck his fingers into my mouth, my tongue swirling around each finger as I clean myself off of him.
He returns to my pussy, his tongue sliding up my slit before diving deep inside of me. I let out a shuddering moan and buck into him, grinding into his tongue as it thrusts.
“Mmmm, that’s it, baby,” he groans against my pussy, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.
Heat coils fast in my belly, winding tighter with every thrust of his tongue. The pressure builds higher and higher, my body quaking around him until finally I can’t hold it anymore and I break. My orgasm rips through me in violent waves, and I scream his name.
“I will never tire of the taste of you,” he says, his voice husky with lust as he climbs back on top of me and grips my thighs as he shoves my legs apart to position himself between them. The head of his cock rests against my entrance, the tip pushing past my folds just enough to drive me insane with need.
“I’ll never tire of you,” I reply breathlessly.
“Good, because only death will get rid of me,” he growls, his nails digging into my thighs as he slams into me with enoughforce to lift my ass off the bed. I scream from the sudden fullness, my pussy clenching around him. He continues to slam into me, his left hand moving from my right thigh. He grips the space between my cuffs, anchoring himself, while the other stays on my other thigh in a bruising hold.
My back arches off the bed, my fists clenching tightly until my knuckles turn white. “Oh god, d-don’t stop!” I cry out as he pounds into the spot that has my eyes rolling back into my head. He lets out a guttural groan to my pleas and picks up pace, the bed frame creaking in tune with each thrust.
He drops his hand from my cuffs and closes it around my throat, applying just enough pressure for my brain to fog, and all I can think about is the feel of him as he continues to relentlessly fuck me.
My body convulses around him as I feel the pressure of another orgasm building.
“Be a good girl, Rae, and cum for me,” he orders, his voice rough, and that is all it takes for the dam to break and a second orgasm rips through me.
He releases my throat, and I let out another scream. His thrusts continue, milking every ounce of my orgasm out of me. Then he slows and buries himself to the hilt and comes undone inside me. His entire body shudders against mine as he empties himself, his breath breaking in harsh, uneven bursts.
For several moments, he stays in me. The air between us is thick and quiet, filled only with the sound of our breathing. His forehead rests against mine, slick with sweat, our exhales mingling in the stillness.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs, his voice rough around the edges. His hand comes up to cradle my cheek, his thumb brushing a slow path along my skin. I nod against his hand, a small laugh catching in my throat.
“You always ask me that,” I whisper, teasing lightly, though my voice trembles with exhaustion.
A faint smile touches his mouth. “I always ask because I never want to hurt you,” he says softly. His thumb drags over my lower lip before he presses a kiss to my temple, then leans down and captures my lips in his. “At least not intentionally,” he says when he breaks the kiss.
He pulls out of me, the sudden loss of his warmth making me shiver. He leans over the edge of his bed and reaches for his jeans. He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small key, then drops his jeans again and undoes the cuffs. The moment they fall away, he immediately brings my hands to his lips, brushing a kiss over the faint red marks before rubbing slow, careful circles into the tender skin.
Then, without a word, he pulls the blanket up over us both. The sheets are still warm, heavy with the heat of our bodies. He lies back and opens an arm, guiding me into the space against him until my head finds its place on his chest.
His heartbeat thrums steadily beneath my ear. One of his hands settles on my back, the other in my hair, fingers moving in slow, soothing strokes. I breathe in his scent, a sweet mixture of sweat and the faint traces of his cologne and feel the last of the adrenaline slip away.
“Better?” he whispers into my hair.
I hum in response, too tired to speak, my hand curling lightly against his ribs. He tightens his arm around me, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
THIRTY-ONE
RAELYNN
I thumbthrough the files spread across the coffee table again, the edges of the papers soft and curling from how many times I’ve handled them. I’ve been at this all day, since waking up in the late afternoon, burning through hours circling the same details, retracing the same lines, waiting for something to finally give. The only light in the apartment comes from the lamp beside the couch, its warm glow pooling over photographs and reports.
After last night’s events (thank you, Emilio), my head is clearer. The storm that had been tearing through my thoughts has finally calmed, the chaos settling into something quieter and more focused. Not gone though, just contained. For now.
