"You took everything I gave you last night," I murmur, my voice a dark, gravelly vibration that travels straight up her inner thighs. "You took my violence. You took my sins. You swallowed the monster whole, Sybil."
"Thayer," she whimpers, her hips instinctively bucking upward a fraction of an inch, entirely chasing the heat of my breath.
"And now," I growl, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips, my thumbs pressing heavily into the soft flesh. "I am going to reward you for it. I am going to completely ruin you for anything else."
I lower my head.
The moment my mouth makes contact with her slick, swollen center, her entire body violently arches off the mattress. Ahigh, piercing scream completely tears from her throat, echoing loudly over the crash of the ocean waves outside.
I do not offer her a gentle, tentative exploration. I entirely devour her.
My tongue sweeps out, a broad, heavy, relentless stroke that completely coats her sensitive flesh. I taste her—the dark, intoxicating musk of her arousal, the faint, salty tang of the ocean, and the lingering, heavy essence of my own release from hours ago.
"Please," she sobs, her fingers tangling brutally in the sheets, her head tossing from side to side in pure, blinding agony.
"I have you," I murmur against her wet skin, my breath a scalding heat that makes her internal muscles clamp down violently.
I find the hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath her hood. I open my mouth and draw it entirely inside, applying a heavy, agonizing suction. I use my tongue to flick relentlessly against the swollen peak, establishing a fast, driving, completely punishing rhythm.
Sybil entirely loses her mind.
Her hands release the pillows, flying down to tangle in my dark hair. She pulls me closer, completely abandoning any pretense of shame or hesitation. Her thighs clamp tightly against the sides of my head, trapping me exactly where I want to be.
"Good girl," I praise, my voice a muffled, dark vibration against her core. "Give it to me, Sybil. Let go."
I slide two thick fingers deep inside her tight, scalding velvet, entirely stretching her. I curl my fingers upward, repeatedly striking the heavy, sensitive ridge along her anterior wall whilemy mouth continues its relentless, devastating assault on her clitoris.
The sensory overload is catastrophic.
She cannot breathe. Her chest heaves with violent, jagged gasps, her skin flushing a deep, mottled crimson from her collarbones to her hairline. She is completely entirely at my mercy, suspended in a blinding, white-hot purgatory of absolute pleasure.
"Thayer! Thayer!" she screams, her voice cracking, entirely shredding her vocal cords.
"Shatter for me," I demand, my thumb joining the assault, pressing heavily against her opening.
The climax hits her with the force of a tectonic shift.
Her entire body locks into a state of rigid, trembling paralysis. Her internal muscles spasm violently, repeatedly crushing my fingers in tight, scalding waves. A long, fractured, beautiful wail entirely escapes her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender that I swallow entirely.
I do not stop. I continue to drag my tongue over her hypersensitive nerves, forcing her to ride out every single, agonizing aftershock of the orgasm. She writhes against the mattress, completely weeping, her hands weakly pushing against my shoulders, completely unable to handle the sheer intensity of the stimulation.
When her body finally goes completely limp, entirely devoid of energy, I slowly withdraw my fingers.
I drag my tongue up the center of her stomach, my lips pressing hot, wet kisses against her quivering flesh until I reach her chest.I pull myself up, my right arm completely supporting my heavy frame, and hover over her face.
She is a beautiful, utterly destroyed mess. Her tears are mixing with her sweat, her lips parted as she drags desperate, shallow gasps of air into her lungs.
I crash my mouth down onto hers.
I let her taste her own climax, mixed with the dark, heavy possessiveness of my kiss. She moans weakly, her arms entirely too exhausted to wrap around my neck. She simply lies there, completely broken and perfectly rebuilt by my hands.
"Mine," I whisper against her lips, entirely sealing the absolute psychological claim.
"Yours," she breathes, her heavy eyelids fluttering shut.
I pull the white linen sheet back over her body, tucking it securely around her shoulders. The overwhelming exhaustion of the climax immediately pulls her down into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I sit on the edge of the bed for twenty minutes, completely watching the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, ensuring she is completely under.
