And when it was finally over, he released me slowly, softly, far more gently than I thought he was capable of. Removing his hand, my dress tumbled down, and he pressed his slightly damp palm against my lower belly, pulling me back so I could feel every ridge, every throbbing inch of him.
I waited for his command to return the favour.
Iburnedto return the favour, but the same hand that’d shattered me slowly skated up my body, over my breasts, and settled around my neck.
He squeezed just a little, his voice torn and tattered. “Have you paid attention how to kill or...” He pressed his forehead to my shoulder for a moment, riding out whatever agony or lust still haunted him. “Do I need to teach you again?”
He expected me totalkafter this?
To pretend like he hadn’t just had sex with me without taking my clothes off?
He was lucky I was still conscious. Lucky that the intensity of what he made me feel was stronger than the headache pounding at my skull.
“Well?” His fingers loosened a little, his thumb caressing me gently.
He sent yetmoreheat skittering through my blood.
Another drop and I’d spontaneously combust or come again...both were as likely as the other at this point.
Licking my lips, I begged my body to behave as I shoved my free hand behind me, burrowing it between our tightly pressed bodies.
He went rigid. “Wait...what are you—ghh.”
He jackknifed into me as I pressed my palm against his throbbing length.
My heart almost flew out of my chest as my vision danced with rainbows.
I’d never touched a man like this before.
Never known how hard he’d be or how ridiculously hot.
The position was awkward, my technique inexperienced, but I just copied what he’d given me. I learned his lesson because I was a diligent little student and squeezed him firmly, possessively, no hesitation or second guessing.
I delivered the sort of mind-stealing pressure I’d wanted.
I must’ve gotten it right because he almost dropped to the ground.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck me, that feels—”
His legs buckled as I fisted him the best I could.
He marched me forward until I slammed against the wall. He didn’t bother spinning me around. Didn’t stop me as his hips drove into my hand. The dagger clattered to the floor as his hand spasmed around mine, letting me go to wrap both arms around me, burrowing his forehead into my shoulder.
I had no control as he thrust against my palm.
No way to stop him as he used me for a release.
I relished in the loss of his control as he broke.
I flushed with power and pride and a dangerous amount of desperation.
And when he came, he roared as loud as Whisper.
He shuddered and jerked. His entire body wracking with convulsions as if he didn’t just come but was reborn.
Neither of us said a word as we stayed panting and plastered together against the wall.
I lost track of time as we fought our own agonies, suffering the aftershocks of pleasure.
