“Yes,please,” I beg again, pushing my hips forward.
He laughs. “Look at you, dancing in the dark with me.” His eyes seem to ignite something inside of my soul as he pushes the handle in to the hilt, and then he does exactly what he said he would do. He moves it in and out at a faster pace now, twisting the handle. I arch my back off the kitchen island and let him have his way with me. He brings his other hand down to circle my clit, and I start to feel that familiar sensation building deep inside my core.
“So …good,” I pant, needing more. He circles and pushes faster, and I can feel my walls tightening around the handle.
“I—I …” I can’t seem to formulate the thought.
“I know, darling. Let go,” he says, bending down to suck my clit into his mouth while he continues fucking me with the handle of the ice cream scoop. It’s enough to push me into that place where my vision is clouded by stars in a night-filled sky.
“That’s it, Sloane. You did so good for me. You’re fucking beautiful,” he says, breathless himself. When I finally come down from my second orgasm of the night, I open my eyes to find him withdrawing the handle. He brings it up to his mouth and licks it clean. My cheeks heat, and the warmth spreads down my chest. I avert his gaze as if I didn’t just expose my dark desires to him. He laughs, tossing the ice cream scoop to the side. It hits the ground with a clink that neither of us bothers to give any attention to.
He brings his hand down to move it up and down his impressive length. I gulp, remembering the way it felt inside my mouth. Now, I need to know what it feels like inside another part of my body. He comes closer, and I sit up, leaning back against my hands.
He releases himself and grabs either side of my hips, pulling me forward until my ass is resting on the edge of the island. I let my legs dangle over the countertop. He places both of his palms on the inside of my thighs and pushes them farther apart before lifting his gaze to mine. His eyes search mine as he pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. He trails his hand down the side of my cheek, lightly brushing his thumb over my skin.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me.” His jaw flexes as he moves his thumb over my lower lip. I part them as a low exhale escapes me. He presses his thumb inside, and I close my mouth around it, sucking. He groans, reaching his other hand down to line himself up with my entrance.
“Always so ready for me, darling,” he murmurs. He releases his finger and trails his hand up my body, pinning my wrist above my head. I exhale as my breathing hitches in response.
“Are you ready for me, Sloane? Are you ready forallof me?” he asks, moving the head of his dick up and down the length of my wet center. The head of it grazes over my clit, and I arch into him.
“Y-Yes, please. I want you. Every part of you.” It comes out in pants and moans.
“Hold on, darling,” he says, pushing inside of me in one thrust. My inner walls burn as he stretches me, and it only enhances the pleasure. My head falls back, and he squeezes my throat, pulling me forward.
“You know the rules. I want to watch how pretty you are when you take me.” I obey, fixing my gaze on his. His eyes are hooded. One of his irises is as dark as the night sky, and the other is so light, it’s nearly white. And right now, they are on fire with intensity and desire forme. He pulls back out, slowly, before driving back in again. He does it again, and I feel myself accommodating his size with every thrust.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Sloane. Are you ready for me?” He poses it like a question, but I get the feeling that he isn’t asking for my permission. I nod, ready for whatever he’s about to do to me.
“Ruin me, Riven,” I say, staring directly into his eyes so that he knows he has all of me. Again, he does exactly what he said he would, driving into me at a faster pace. He takes both of my legs and places them over his shoulders, the angle pushing him even deeper. The sensation is electrifying, sending a shiver throughout my entire body. I try so hard to hold his gaze, but it’s too much. I throw my head back and arch, panting and moaning as my lungs beg for air. He lets out a low growl, but doesn’t stop. I almost thank him for it.
“Sloane, you feel so good. I’ve dreamed of this moment since the first time my eyes met yours.” His words ignite a fire that seeks to burn me from the inside out. I’m racing toward another orgasm. The fire reaches my lungs as they burn for oxygen. He releases my wrists, bringing his hand around my throat and squeezing. I couldn’t breathe before, but now …
“Trust me, darling. Trust me,” he assures. I nod, knowing that if he wanted to end me right here and now, I’d die satiated. He squeezes harder, and my vision starts to close in and darken. Stars erupt behind my eyes, and they fall closed. I feel myself sinking, the orgasm climbing higher and higher. Right when I think I’ll pass out from it all, he releases my throat, and I gasp for air. I fall. My body shakes, and my pussy clenches tightly around him as the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life claws its way through me.Holy shit.
“That’s it, Sloane. Breathe, darling. You’re doing so good for me.” He continues moving inside of me slowly as I come down from the high. He leans down and trails soft kisses down my face and neck before pulling completely out of me. He scoops me up from the kitchen island and starts walking toward the stairs.
“What—” I start.
“You can give me one more.” I almost ask what he means by “one more” when he clears the top step, walks into my bedroom, and goes straight for my bathroom shower. It’s a fairly large walk-in shower, with glass doors that wrap around on three sides. He sits me down on the shower ledge and turns on the water, adjusting the temperature. A wave of exhaustion hits me as the hot steam sweeps over my body. He reaches a hand toward me, and I stare up at it for a second before placing my hand in his. I stand, and he moves me under the water. I sigh as the hot water flows overhead and down my back.
“You are captivating, Sloane,” he says, eyeing me with an expression I’ve yet to see and am currently too physically exhausted to explore. The water streams over him, and the sight of his dark hair falling into his eyes as beads of water drip down the sharp edges of his face is possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Or maybe, it’s the way his eyes now roam down my body and back up again.
I watch as the expression on his face morphs into one that’s primal and predatory. He stalks toward me, backing me into the shower wall. My breathing hitches as he brings his hand up to my throat, pinning me against the tile. He moves his hand down and over my right breast, brushing his thumb over my hard nipple. He trails it down my abdomen, over my right hip, and around to my ass cheek. He squeezes as his other hand grabs the opposite one, and he lifts me. My legs circle his waist on instinct, and his eyes pin mine. He leans in slowly, pressing his lips to mine.
This time, the kiss is slow and sensual. It’s intentional, like we both want tofeelevery second of it. He lifts me, lining himself up to my entrance as he pushes inside of me. I inhale as the stinging sensation quickly turns into one of pure bliss. He bites my lower lip playfully, planting kisses down my chin and overmy throat. The way he moves in and out of me is slower this time, and there’s something different about what’s happening between us now. Something deeper, riskier. He brings his mouth back up to mine, panting as his orgasm nears.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he groans against my mouth. We’re both panting and moaning as he drives into me faster now. The kiss turns clumsy and unrestrained. I start to feel my release building with his, and I grip his wet hair in my hands and pull. His neck arches, and I bury my face in the side of it, kissing and sucking.
“Yes, Riven.Yes.” He moves faster and faster until the sensation rips through me one last time. Once he knows I’ve given him what he wants, he finds his release. He pulls out of me just in time. He presses his forehead into mine, and we stay like that until our rapid breathing slows. He moves away from the wall and sets me down, turning me to face the water. We shower in silence as he washes my hair and body for me before washing himself. He turns the water off and steps out to grab a towel, bringing it over to me. I catch a glimpse of black ink covering his entire back, and when he turns to hand the towel to me, I’m still staring.
“What?” he asks, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“I—I didn’t know you had any tattoos. It’s … beautiful. Can I …” I reach a hand toward him, abandoning the towel in my hand.
He turns around, allowing me to study the ink. Now that I can fully see it, it’s breathtaking. The ink is sprawled over nearly his entire back in intricate detail. I run my fingers over large black wings that stretch across his shoulder blades. They aren’t angelic wings, but rather battered and broken, fractured near the edges as if set on fire mid-flight. I trail my gaze down his back, studying the way the wings seem to bleed into smoke before vanishing into … nothing. Down the middle of his back is a huge, ancient-looking cathedral, the structure crumbling and shattered in places. I tilt my head, observing the windows thatare filled with waveforms and sheet music, the bars broken and the notes shattered like glass. Vines climb the cathedral walls, thorned and suffocating. Riven shudders at my touch, turning his head to look at me over his shoulder.
“Do you like it?” His voice is low and gravely.
