This is ours.
I am his, and he is mine.
“If you look at me like that,” Wraith rasps thickly, “I might not be responsible for what I’m about to do to you. How little control I have…”
I sit up straighter. My pulse throbs in my neck and between my legs. “I want you to,” I tell him again, because I know he needs to hear it. He needs to know that he could never hurt me, not in the way he thinks. That he’s not that man, that man that cruelly abused him, that stole his youth. “I need you, Wraith. Please. Please take me.”
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“You might kill me too,” I admit. “But at least it will be the sweetest death.”
He’s on me in an instant, his breathing ragged and uncontrolled, his motions jerky and savage. He tears back the sheets, and I scramble the rest of the way to the edge of the bed. His hands tear my shorts away so roughly that my legs burn, even though they’re just thin cotton. My shirt goes next.
I turn slowly, getting onto my hands and knees. I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Very naked. It’s scary, but it’s also thrilling.
“Spread your legs,” Wraith commands. “I want to taste you. All of you. I’ll make you come with my mouth, then I’ll give you more. I’m gonna make you shatter over and fucking over.”
“Yes,” I nearly weep. “Oh my god, yes.”
It doesn’t matter that I was a virgin last night. It doesn’t matter that this wasn’t at all what I expected when Ithought about being with a man. I never thought I’d actually like it. Never found someone I wanted to do this with.
I’ve always been a fast learner, and I want this. I want to learn. I want to take it all, every brutal thrust and slap of skin and hard, panting breath. I want him to teach me. I don’t need slow or gentle. I just need him.
When he doesn’t move, I crane my neck around to find him staring at me, chest and shoulders heaving. “Please,” I ask again. “Wraith, I want you. Just you. Always.”
I drink him in, the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to breathe. The burn in his dark eyes as they sweep over me, scouring my naked body. I breathe in the heady scent he radiates, dark and possessive. I shift on the bed, wriggling my hips and widening my legs, letting him see the rush of wetness trailing between my spread thighs, letting him see how he affects me.
He springs on me, wild, his strong hands with those blunt nails and calloused fingers, digging into the tender flesh of my hips. My pulse hammers wildly at the first heady breath against my damp thigh and then he dips his face and his glorious tongue sweeps over overheated flesh.
I buck my hips and spread my legs and just try and hang on as his tongue lashes at my folds, over my clit, as he peppers my thighs with hot, stinging kisses, as his hands drive me back into his face. He thrusts his tongue up inside of my tight entrance and just that small amount of pressure is painful against my sore flesh. The pain is glorious though, and I don’t pull away.
Wraith groans. He worships me, teases me, drives me fucking wild before he spreads my folds apart and plungeshis tongue so deep inside of me that I cry out wildly. He fucks me with his tongue, and I forget all about being sore. He fills me so full that I shatter without him having to touch my clit at all. He does though, when the shockwaves of my climax are subsiding. I shatter all over again, coming apart, drifting into black oblivion.
Just when I doubt it could get better, Wraith picks me up gently. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he steers us towards the wall. My back hits hard and I tear my eyes open and stare into his. I know then that I’m wrong. Itcanget better.
Chapter 21
Wraith
“The only way I know how to do this is hard and rough.” Even if I wanted to tone it down, it’s fucking impossible now, with the taste of her cum all over my mouth.
I inhale her honeyed scent at that tender spot at her neck, the spot right between shoulder and earlobe. When she shudders, I trace the same path with my tongue. Her body vibrates against me.
I balance her against the wall, leaving my hands deliciously free to do anything I want with her. My hand dips between us, to her gorgeous cunt. Of course she’s soaked, the moisture dripping down her thighs even though her legs are raised and wrapped around me. I trail my fingers through her swollen folds, parting her easily, opening her wide. I tease her with a finger at her entrance, darting in just enough, pulling out, creating a delicious friction that I know she feels, because her breath turns into shallow little pants and her hips buck violently against mine, grinding down on my hand.
I give her my finger, all of it, burying it inside her. I fuck her hard and fast, until her thighs are quivering and my hand is drenched in her arousal.
“I want you,” she moans, eyes closed, the muscles in her throat straining with every word.
“What do you want? How do you want it?”
“I want…” her lips open and close, but no words spill forth. “I want you. Inside of me. I want you to make me come. On your cock.”
No matter how much I want to hold back, when she arches her back like a fucking cat and slams her hips against mine, I’m done.
Just like that morning, my control snaps. I’m gone, a veil of black thrown in front of my eyes. The only thing that matters is being inside her. I part her legs with one hand and god, I love her scent. She whimpers, opening herself lewdly to me, her head falling back again as I grip my cock in my fist. I don’t have to pump myself, don’t have to ready myself because we’re totally drenched already.
I thrust into her with a single hot stroke. She’s heaven. God. Damn. Fucking. Paradise. She’s so tight that I feel like if she clenched up around me, she’d tear my dick off.
