But his looked… normal. Big, sure. It was a monster of a dick with a pronounced crown and a girth that made my ass tingle in anticipation. But there weren’t any scales, barbs, or extra cockheads.
“You seem surprised,” he said, lifting one brow. “What did you expect?”
“You don’t wanna know.”
“Oh, I assure you that I do.” Onyx grabbed my jaw and forced my face closer to his, ghosting his mouth over mine. “Worried I would have horns down there?”
I exhaled a laugh. “Kind of.”
“Such a silly little bird.” He brushed our lips together. The kiss felt so… tender. “What will I do with you?”
“More of that, I hope.” My throat tightened. “A lot more.”
His red eyes softened at the edges before he claimed my mouth for another kiss. Then another. He slicked his cock with the oil and positioned himself at my entrance, our lips still melding together as he eased into me.
The moment we connected, that achy restlessness in my chest finally lifted. A feeling of euphoria came over me, mixed with a soul deep heat that spread through my entire body. It wasn’t explosive like I thought it’d be. Instead, it was gentle like a crackling fire; the flames kissed the logs and consumed them slowly.
With a whimper building in my throat, I locked my wrists behind his neck and deepened the kiss.
But Onyx had stopped moving. Every muscle in his body tensed, and his breaths stilled in his lungs. His cock throbbedinside of me, having stopped only two inches or so deep, and I fought the urge to fuck myself on him. My concern overrode that urge.
“Onyx?” I drew from his lips and peered up at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” His hand trembled as he cupped the back of my head and lifted it slightly off the pillow, holding my face against his chest. That close, I heard the quick beats of his heart. The first time I’d ever been close enough to do so. It felt intimate.
He drove himself deeper into me without saying anything more. A surprised moan escaped my lips, muffled against his collar bone. As he pumped his hips into me, slow but deep, he continued to hold me, dropping the occasional kiss to my hair.
Actions spoke louder than words. The saying had never been more accurate. Onyx might’ve said he didn’t want more than sex with me, that I was just a body to warm his bed for the night, but the tender way he held and kissed me said the opposite.
Onyx lowered me back to the pillow before grabbing my hips and propping me up to where the backs of my thighs rested on top of his. Long black hair fell down his chest as he slid a hand beneath my ass and drove into me harder. The new angle had my thighs quaking, each hard thrust sending hot ripples down my spine.
Our gazes met.
His lips softly parted as he stared down at me, his body slamming into mine. I couldn’t look away, once again caught in the spell of his ruby eyes. Minutes ticked by. Or maybe it was hours. I wasn’t sure how long passed. All I knew was the feel of him. Musk was heavy in the air, and my skin turned slick with sweat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, caressing my chest and gliding a finger down my ribs. He took hold of my cock. “Be a good boy and come for me.”
Holy fucking shit.
In my past life, I had devoured smutty romance books. Definitely a guilty pleasure. But I had often rolled my eyes when one guy ordered the other to orgasm on command. Who could even do that?
Me. That’s who. Because the moment he said those words in his silky voice, I was butter in his hands. Completely done for.
I came with a raspy cry, my ass clenching and cock dribbling. He spread the cum around my tip and watched me in the throes of my orgasm, his gaze darkening. The intense pleasure went on and on, the waves crashing one after the other instead of receding. He continued fucking me, pounding that delicious knot that had my brain going dumb.
Onyx groaned and tipped his head back, lips parting again. And then he was coming too, his hips jolting and abs trembling. I ran my hand across his stomach, then reached down to where we connected, feeling the jerks of his cock as he spilled into me.
I wanted every drop. Wanted the moment, and the closeness, to last forever.
Afterward, neither of us moved. Our heavy breaths mingled with the taps of rain against the window. A log faintly popped in the hearth. Slowly, he lifted his hand to my face and stroked my jaw, then my bottom lip. Almost as though he were memorizing every piece of me: the soft planes of my face. Each light freckle that speckled across the tops of my cheekbones.
Words bubbled up inside me. The long silence made me feel like I had to break it with a witty remark or at least tell him how amazing the sex was. But I held those words back, instead choosing to stay in that silent moment with him.
To savor every second of it.
Eventually, Onyx withdrew from me and got out of bed without a word. I shifted up against the pillows and gathered the sheet around me, watching him walk over to a basin in thecorner. He cupped water in his hand and ran it over his forearms before doing the same to his bare chest. Firelight caught on the planes of his shoulders and the muscles in his back as droplets of water rolled down his naked body.
Something about him seemed so damn sad in that moment. Lonely.
