I gape at him as he lowers me to my feet, quickly laying the towel down on the sheets before placing me exactly where he wants me.
Splayed on the bed, thighs wide, he wastes no time settling between them, bringing his mouth to my center so he can whisper against my core.
Only when my eyes are on his does he move.
“Much,” he adds, dragging his lips across my sensitive folds.
My hands reach for him, ready to rock my pussyagainst his face, but to my dismay, his lips don't linger where I need them. Instead, he sits upright, grabbing my ankle to trail kisses up my leg.
Each kiss is more desperate than the last, yet as gentle as a breeze as he covers every inch of my body. It’s just like when he showered me, caressing every fiber of my being until I melt against his touch, only to miss the parts I need him the most.
My thighs are sensitive, my stomach is tight and tense, and goosebumps tickle down my spine in anticipation.
Once he’s confidently pressed his mouth to every part of me, except for my breasts and core, he finally looks at me.
I'm desperate for release and he knows it; the dark flicker in his eyes confirms it.
“Please,” I beg, aware that he's had me begging far too much in such a short space of time, but I can't deny how much I need it. “Rion,” I insist, and he teases me with that wicked grin I love so much.
Instead of kissing me, his next touch is the rake of his teeth along my flesh, and I groan.
Pleased with how much he’s affecting me, he leans back. “Just how wet will my little petal be?” he murmurs, sweeping the tips of his fingers across myclit, and my back instantly arches with need, which only makes him happier.
Reaching for him, I don't know what I'm trying to achieve, but he doesn't disappoint when he aligns the tip of his cock with my center, slamming inside of me in one swift move. I cry out, my fingers curling into the sheets beside me as I take every inch of him.
He stretches me around his thick cock, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. The world falls away, my worries disappearing with it, leaving me alone with just him.Allof him.
As if he doesn’t consume me enough, I feel the mattress shift beside me and he plants his hands on either side of my head, smothering me in the sweetest way possible.
Forcing myself to bring my focus back to him, my eyes settle on his, all hooded and shimmering with that amber hue, luring me closer.
Unravelling my hands from the sheets, I ghost them over his bare chest just as he flexes his hips, driving deeper inside of me.
Holy. Fuck.
“Rion,” I whisper, unsure of what it is I’m calling for.
“I’m right here, Petal. You and I, we’re bothright here, in this moment together.” He thrusts into me softer, punctuating his words instead of his hips, but it’s a fleeting moment. He leans closer, the tip of his nose brushing against mine as he speaks. “Now, come on my cock like a good girl and drench Kael’s sheets because of me.”
A pink hue coats my chest as his words drift over me, my cheeks prickling with the intensity of the moment before he plows into me with enough force to slide my body several inches up the bed. Each drive of his hips is firmer than the last, claiming me again and again, and all I can do is hold on for dear life.
Falling, over and over, I succumb to the stretch of his cock, the caress of his breath over my skin, and the charged air between us, effortlessly shattering into a million pieces. My cries echo around us, euphoria flooding my veins as his punishing thrusts continue, unrelenting, as he chants my name.
“Elodie. Fuck, Elodie.”
One final thrust, and he groans, his cock pulsing inside me, sending me over another wave of ecstasy.
I don’t know whether it’s remnant water droplets from the shower or a fresh sheen ofperspiration that forms the layer that holds us together, but we’re fused as one.
Rion lowers himself so we’re chest to chest, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as if my life depends on it. Silently, he rolls onto his back, pulling me with him, his cock slipping from my center, pulling another whimper from my throat.
Eager to remain at his side, I pin myself to him, thigh draped over his, which takes more energy than I care to admit. I’m exhausted in the best way possible, but there’s something I need to say.
Taking a deep breath, I push up onto my elbow and meet his eyes. His eyelids are half-mast, his pupils blown, and I can’t help but run my fingers over the side of his face.
“Rion,” I rasp, and he looks at me with a softness that I'll never see anywhere else.
“Yes, Petal?”
