"Look at you. So fucking beautiful." His voice is wrecked as he continues his torture.
Somehow, I manage to open my eyes and look down at him. Gods, I shouldn't have. He's watching me with such wonder. Such awe. Like I'm something precious. Something sacred. Theemotion that rises in my chest is too much. I bite my lip hard to keep it from spilling over.
"Mal." My voice breaks. "I need you inside me. Please."
His eyes smolder. He holds my gaze as he latches his mouth over me again, hooks his fingers, and sends me over the edge once more. I come screaming again. I hear him murmur something as he kisses my leg. Feel the bed shift.
When my vision clears, he's hovering over me, one hand cupping my face as he starts to slide inside. I gasp at the stretch. Spread my legs wider to take more of him. My eyes squeeze shut as tears threaten to spill.
"You okay?" His voice is rough. Strained.
I nod, eyes still closed.
He stops moving. "Ada."
"Don't stop." I force my eyes open. "Please. It's just been a long time. I'm fine. Keep going."
He huffs a laugh. It's strained, barely controlled.
"It's been much longer for me." His forehead drops to mine. "Taking myself in hand every night, thinking of you ... it's nothing compared to this. Nothing compares to you."
My heart stutters at the admission. I slide my hands back into his hair, and something in his expression softens.
"Go slow," I whisper.
He lowers his mouth to mine in answer.
"Keep your eyes on me." He pulls back just enough to hold my gaze. "I want to watch you fall apart around my cock."
My breath catches. I nod.
He sinks all the way in with a thrust that knocks the air from my lungs. Both of us make a sound. His is strangled, barely contained. Mine is something closer to a sob.
He holds there for a moment. Lets me adjust. Then he finds his rhythm. I can't look away. Can't do anything but feel as he moves in slow, languid strokes. Each thrust hits that spot insideme that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Each retreat leaves me aching for more.
He braces on his forearms. Claims my mouth again. His tongue finds mine in a slow, sensual rhythm that mirrors the movement of his hips.
"So close." I whimper against his mouth. "Mal, I'm so close?—"
"Gods, yes." He increases his pace, tongue stroking into my mouth in time with his thrusts. "Give it to me. Give me everything. Let me feel you."
He breaks the kiss. Pulls back. There's something wild in his eyes as he grips my hips. Then he unleashes.
Harder. Deeper. Relentless. I'm speaking words that make no sense, screaming for him not to stop, and then I shatter, clenching around him so hard he groans.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck, Ada." His thrusts stutter.
Then speed to an impossible pace as he chases his own release. He roars as he comes undone. Shudders so violently that I shudder with him. He collapses forward but catches himself on his forearms before his full weight crushes me.
I wrap my arms around him. Take the first content breath I've drawn in longer than I can remember.
After a long moment, he pulls back. Searches my face. I watch his throat work as he swallows.
"What you said earlier, about flaying yourself open." His voice is rough. "You've been doing that to me every second of every day since we met."
He claims my mouth again before I can respond.
“How did you get these?” he asks, tracing the larger scars on my torso.
