Darian grins shyly, but meets my gaze. "For you? Always."
Need blooms in my chest—and my dick. I latch onto his neck, sucking a mark over his pulse. I don't care if people see it.Letthem see it. Let them understand he'smine. Darian writhes around in pleasure as I slide a hand between us, palming him. He shudders, cock already hard and leaking.
"Please," he whimpers. "Raffi, I need more."
"I know you do." I swallow his pleas with a kiss and wrap my fingers loosely around his perfect dick.
Darian fits so well in my hand, long and smooth and, God, so responsive. I stroke slowly, enjoying each tremor, each gasp I wring from his lips. His fingers twist in my hair and I groan as he tugs demandingly, wanting more.
Wanting to be closer.
I turn him over, kissing down his back, letting my hands find their way slowly, surely, making certain that he wants this, that he's not afraid.
I know with sudden certainty that I wouldn't survive losing this. Won't survive if he's taken from me the way so much else has been taken away in my life. I've had a lot of disappointments over the years, and it scares me to think this might end.
It can't.
Darian is no longer simply a distraction, or a way to ease the tangled knot that's been inside me for longer than I care to remember.
He's essential. Vital.
He's everything, and I won't have him taken from me.
CHAPTER 25
DARIAN
Raffi turnsme gently so that I'm lying face down on the sheets, his lips moving over my shoulders as I settle. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh for a moment before relaxing, and I give a happy little shiver.
He moves lower, slowing down every time I tense up, until his mouth reaches the small of my back, and a jolt of need wipes my mind blank. "You know what I want to do to you, sweets? I want to spread this perfect ass open and bury my face in it. I want to eat you out until you're a quivering mess. I want to hear you beg for more, beg for me to stop because you think you're about to shoot without me even touching your dick. But Iwon'tstop. You feelin' that?" Raffi's voice is low and dangerous in my ear as he punctuates each word with a small bite on my sensitive skin. My vision goes hazy at the thought of his tongue on methere, between my cheeks, feasting on me like I'm some sort of delicacy.
It sounds so dirty.
And I want it more than I want my next breath.
"Yes," I pant out, voice little more than a whisper. "Please, Raffi, do it…please, Ineedyou."
Raffi spreads my cheeks apart, exposing me to him completely. "Soft words, sweets, and this is such a pretty little asshole it's hard to hold back. But I still want you begging harder for it. Come on. Beg me for it."
"Please, I-I want your mouth on me."
Raffi chuckles and I feel his tongue lap over one butt cheek. "You sure? I don't know if I can hold back once I get started." The tip of his tongue teases me there, just barely, and I groaned in frustration.
"I need it," I get out between fast breaths. "I want it, please—" My ass clenches in need, desperate for the touch of his tongue, his mouth, anything.
His tongue begins to flick over my hole, slow, sensual laps that make me writhe and moan against the comforter. "Oh God, Raffi..." My moans get louder as the tip of his tongue turns harder, slowly wriggling into the tight ring of muscle. It feels so good, it's almost painful. My ass clenches around his slick tongue, and I abandon myself to the sensation, begging for more as he teases me relentlessly with gentle thrusts of his tongue. I can feel each breath he takes against my sensitive, wet skin and I tingle all over from the anticipation.
I grip the sheets in front of me and cant my hips off the bed, trying to get closer to his mouth. The feeling is foreign and familiar all at once, sparks all through me. His expert tongue works my sensitive flesh, opening me up, relaxing me, preparing me for what's to come. "I could eat you all day, sweets," hegroans at last, "but I promised to fuck you tonight, and my dick wants inside you."
I nod eagerly, my face pillowed on my crossed arms, and murmur my agreement.
"Still want to play with you a little, though," Raffi sighs, and I feel his fingers now, stroking over my soaked hole and then pressing in a little, probing at me, slow and sexy. "I want to be able to slide right in," he goes on. "Have you wide open for my cock so I don't have to hold back."
He reaches over for the lube, and I can still feel his hot breath against my hole as he starts to push his fingers in deeper. "Relax," he murmurs. "You liked my tongue, right? You'll like this even more."
I close my eyes and breathe out, give in to the pleasure, let him take control. He has a way of making me feel safe while still pushing me to my limits. His fingers are gentle but insistent, stretching me slowly and surely, filling me up bit by bit until he gives a final thrust and brushes over something inside me that makes me buck on the bed.
"Raffi!" I gasp out, and he chuckles.
