Page 73 of The Sins That Bleed
I tug at his jeans, indicating that I want them off right now, and to steer clear of what nearly happened. He makes no move to rush as he pushes up off me, pausing to kneel between my legs as his thick thighs strain against the denim.
He’s a sight to behold.
His eyes stay on mine and it’s like he’s seeing me right down to my rotten core, and yet he’s still here. He lets his eyes wander down my body and it’s like ghostly hands are caressing me, following his gaze.
His eyes blaze when they reach my core, nothing stopping him from seeing me, and I shiver from the look he gives me—like a man enraptured. My pussy clenches from the attention and he notices, a press of his thumb to my clit pulls a whimper from me.
It’s not enough, and he reads me like a book as he sinks a finger into me.
“More,” I demand.
He slips a second inside and I clench around him; I want him to be inside me right now. To clench around his cock whilst he’s seated deep inside. He strokes me leisurely, not in a rush as he drives me wild, watching the impact he has on me, on my body.
I gasp as he removes himself from me and the bed, my eyes tracking his every movement as he stands and turns to face me. The low lighting emphasising the outline of every hard muscle on his body that I can see.
His biceps flex as he pops the button on his jeans and eases the zipper down, I’m enchanted by him. He drags them down his hips, over his thick thighs, and I don’t blink so I won’t miss a single moment of him undressing for me.
Once they’re peeled off and discarded, his thumbs hook into his boxer shorts, the black material hiding even the outline from view in the low lighting of the room. He plays with the waistband and tugs them down to reveal more of the deep V of his hips before cupping himself through them and squeezing.
I hum in appreciation, the veins and tendons in his arms that dance with the movement making me impossibly wetter. I silently beg him with my eyes to give me more, knowing what is waiting for me underneath.
I nearly whimper at the sight of him removing his underwear. It’s as though time was crawling forward before and it’s finally caught up as he reveals himself to me, letting them fall to the floor.
His thick cock seems to defy gravity, rock-hard and glistening from pre-cum, and this time I do let the whimper escape me as my tongue darts out to wet my lips. I’d love to lick that pre-cum from the tip, tasting him before taking him into my mouth.
“Do I need to beg, mon âme?” My voice is coated with lust. I’d do anything he asks of me right now.
He chuckles, wrapping his hand around his cock and pleasuring himself, in no rush to sink himself into me. It’s a delicious type of torture, being able to watch every single line and muscle on his glorious body tense with each stroke, while I wait for him to come back to me.
“No more begging tonight, Valeska, we will both fall apart in this bed and put each other back together again. Now, open your legs and play with yourself, I want to watch you get ready for me. I’m going to sink my cock into that exquisite pussy of yours, bury myself so deep inside you that you’ll never want me to leave.”
My legs fall open as I do what he commands of me, his words falling over me like a warm blanket. The feelings swirling in me nearly overwhelm me and I wish I never knew what this felt like, what being with him could be like.
Letting him go is going to be the thing that finally kills me.
Rai climbs back on the bed, situating himself between my open legs and watching my hands work me up. His blue gazemeets mine and holds it. He moves closer without taking his eyes from mine, rubbing his cock against my slit.
“That feels so good, Rai,” I whisper, not wanting to shatter the moment.
“Should I make you come like this? Without even being inside you? I could make you come like this on the tip of my cock.”
I shatter, I don’t mean to, but I can’t help how much his words work me up. I call out his name as he pushes the tip in to feel me pulse around him. He hisses at the sensation which only draws my orgasm out and threatens to pull one from him too.
“Holy shit, I can’t wait any longer, sweetheart,” he growls.
It’s the only warning I get before he sinks into me. I’m so wet for him that he slides right to hilt in one go. His hands slip underneath me and grip the curve of my ass, lifting me from the bed as he tries to get even deeper.
We don’t move, neither of us speaking as we take in how right this feels. It’s nothing like the time he fucked me in the club—that was about punishing me because he wanted me so much and hated it. We both hated how much we wanted each other.
Not anymore.
Rai eventually breaks the silence. “You are art personified, ma reine. The way you look in this bed beneath me right now, with my cock buried inside you, should be commissioned and displayed in the Louvre.”
If I could glow, I would be blinding us both right now. He doesn’t compliment me as though I’m a trophy, he sees all of me and somehow finds the beauty even in the darker parts of who I am.
“Please, I need you to fuck me,” I beg again, even though he told me I didn’t need to.
He withdraws until the tip of his cock is the only thing connecting us and I groan at the loss of him.
