Page 144 of Serpent In White
“You feel so good stroking me,” I tell him, breathlessly. “Your tight ass fits me perfect.” The bed is moving all around with my rapid thrusts, the sounds of our animalistic sex bouncing off every wall in the room. “Open your eyes, love,” I demand, slinking my fingers into his hair. “I want to watch you fall from grace.”
He forces his eyes open, gazing up at me as he moans a song of only one lyric.Abdiel… My prince.
“I’m going to…” he mumbles, his words dissolving into a gasp.
“Close, beautiful?” I purr, straight up crumbling myself, using every piece of willpower I have while I move in him. “God, Darian, please tell me you’re gonna come… I can’t hold on…”
“I’m… I’m…” His lips are trembling, eyes threatening to close. “I’m…coming.”
He whines out loud, and I cover his mouth with mine, his rigid length erupting between us, throbbing cum all over our joined bodies while he cries between my lips. And that’s all I need to let go myself.
“I’m coming too,” I rasp as my dick explodes, pulsing long streams of cum, jetting, filling him all the way up. “I’m coming in you, baby. Coming in your ass… fuck fuckfuck.”
“God, baby, come in me…”
Our mouths stay together, licking, sucking and biting while we inhale each breath, exhaling to fill one another’s lungs.
The world around us swirls for an eternity, the words of our thoughts ricocheting everywhere while our hearts regulate. Darian’s hands treasure me, rushing all over my body, down to my ass, up my back, down my shoulders and arms, massaging me like I did good for him.
Like he’s endlessly appreciative of how good I fucked him into oblivion.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispers up to me with wonder in his beautiful eyes.
Pushing back his hair with my fingers, we’re nose to nose, staring; gazing.
In this moment, I don’t believe I’ll ever love anyone this hard, for the rest of my existence. I never even comprehended that I could fall so deeply into a love like this.
Taking his hand in mine, I thread our fingers. Then I bring our joined hands up to my mouth and kiss his knuckles.
“I’m in love with you, Darian,” I murmur, not giving one single fuck if I’m supposed to play it cool, or be aloof. There are no games to play with a love so vibrant. It’s serious. “I want to be with you and do this all the time. I want you, no matter what that means.”
He blinks up at me, his eyes glistening for me. But his thoughts turn suddenly troubled, a somber tone which tightens my chest.
He says nothing, but shifts beneath me. Breaking the spell of his hypnotic gaze, I pull my hips back, tugging my softening cock out of his ass as it clenches on me while I go. Glancing down, I watch my cum dripping from his body.
“Was I not supposed to come inside you?” I ask, feeling like a foolish former virgin for just doing it without asking.
Drake does it… that’s the only reason I did it. But that could be their thing.
“Abdiel, my beautiful young prince, Ilovedyou coming inside me,” he rumbles, still holding onto my hand tight, as if he won’t let me go. He refuses. “That was your first time ever doing that. I’m honored to share it with you. For you to be… mine.”
My chest warms, and I go to him, nuzzling my body on his, though I still feel his unease. It’s making me uncomfortable.
“Did I do something wrong, my King?” I hate the insecurity in my voice, but I can’t help it.
“You didnothingwrong, baby,” he says, though he’s reticent. I can feel it, in his twitchy fingers as they brush my jaw. “I just… before we enter into anything, there’s something you must know.”
I gulp. “What is it? Are you alright?”
“Yes, yes. I’m fine. But this is something that… it will come as quite the shock.” He pauses to breathe, and I’m shaking. My heart is in my throat. “I should have told you sooner…”
“What, Darian? You’re scaring me…”
“I’m sorry, baby.” His brows zip together, worry lining his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” My tone is more frantic now, impatient and terrified.
He goes quiet for minutes, shifting beneath me so that he can stare at my face. His silence is suffocating me, choking the air out of the room while I await his words. Some truth I don’t think I want to hear.
