He slipped a finger into my slick folds. I cried out, and he slipped it out and in again, torturing me, replacing one finger with two.
“You’re so wet for me.” He hissed, and I moaned as he fucked my pussy with his fingers, while his thumb circled my clit. I knew I was close to coming.
“Stand, little bird.”
I did as I was told, and he tugged my top over my head. I stood bare before him, and when he looked at me, I’d never felt more beautiful.
“You’re stunning, Gaia, every inch of you.” He pulled me toward him, placing a kiss on each tit. “You have to promise to be a good girl.”
I sucked my bottom lip in, his voice doing things to my body.
“Say it.” He said as he sucked a nipple in his mouth while pinching the other.
“I promise.” I moaned.
I pushed his coat off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off, throwing it to the floor. I started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a toned chest littered with silver hair. I smiled. He stood, and I looked up at him, his blue eyes so dark they could’ve been obsidian.
‘Undress the rest of me.” He commanded.
I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off along with his boxers. I stepped back to admire him. He was glorious, a god, and he was mine. Even if only for this moment.
He lifted me, claiming my mouth while settling me on the bed. I’d had sex before, but it was nothing like this. He wasn’t even in me, and I was ready to combust. He kneeled before me, moving my knees apart and settling between them. His trailed kisses on my thighs and my opening, causing me to let out a groan. I felt pure elation and ecstasy as he lapped every inch of me, sucking on my sensitive clit every now and then. But it still wasn’t enough.
“You taste so good. I can’t get enough of you.” He cooed.
“I want to feel you…” I said, feeling shy the moment he smirked up at me.
“What happened to my firefly?”
I giggled, and his mouth was on mine, the taste of me on his lips fueled my desire. He pressed his cock to my entrance, holding my gaze.
“I’m going to fuck you, Gaia. I’m going to fuck the thought of any other man out of you. I don’t know how to be gentle. I don’t know how to be anything but this.”
With those words, he pushed into me, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. I moaned as he sank deeper into me. I held the back of his neck as he thrust into me with such force my body shook, every movement calculated, “You feel so good.” He groaned.
There were no words to say, just unadulterated pleasure. His hips moved in slow circles. I pushed my legs further apart, giving him the space he needed. He reached down between us and rubbed my clit to the point that I cried out his name.
“That’s the only name you’ll call from now on,” he growled, gripping my neck as he thrust into me a few more times. “I want to mark you, so no one will touch you.” He squeezed my neck harder, and for a second I was afraid. But then I felt it, the heat of his release inside me, simultaneously pushing me over the edge.
He pushed off me and lay beside me, pulling me to his chest, kissing my forehead over and over again. For a moment, I realized he wasn’t in control of what he was doing. He’d been clear that he wasn’t a gentleman, yet this was definitely tenderness. His arms were tight around me as our breathing slowed.
After we’d both caught our breath, he carried me into the shower, lathering every inch of me till I was shuddering for more. My hands trailed over every inch of him, admiring his masculinity. When he glanced down at me, I saw a sadness in his eyes I’d never noticed before. He was beautiful, his head tipped forward, water dripping down his face.
“What happened to you?” I whispered as I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips.
He pressed his hands into my hips without saying a word. I let him turn me around, my breasts pressed against the cold tiles of the shower I arched my back and took every bit of his pain as he made good on his promise of fucking every other man out of my mind. I knew that I’d never be the same after Arthur. I knew now that I could never hurt Arthur.
