Page 43 of Anathema
His tongue and mouth continued to play with me as my breathing became erratic, my climax building to its peak.
Adjusting my legs over his shoulders, Derek returned his fingers, curling them inside of me as he sucked harder on my clit. I was ready to burst, my thighs tensing around his head as I attempted to hold it all in.
I looked down my body, his dark eyes meeting mine through his lashes, and the image alone of him between my legs was enough to throw me over the edge. I cried out his name, my hands releasing their hold—wherever they were—to tangle in my hair and tug at the strands as I rode out my climax against his face.Fuck, I loved his fucking face.
“I love it when you fuck my face, pretty viper.” Derek laughed as he climbed his way up my body, my panting heavy and breaths labored. I must have spoken my thoughts out loud, my mind turning to jelly.
Leaning down, he caught my mouth with his and dipped his tongue between my lips. I could taste myself all over him, and it ignited a fire within me, knowing he was feeding me my pleasure with his mouth.
Gripping the back of his head, I deepened the kiss, wanting to taste even more of me mixed with the little of him that still lingered on my tongue. He groaned into my mouth as his hips moved to rub his hard cock through my soaking cunt. I shifted my hips,desperate for him to bury himself inside of me—if only I could get the right goddamn angle.
“Derek…please.” I let out a frustrated moan as his lips trailed down my jaw and neck. He was taking his time with me, teasing me, and even if it had me already eating out of the palm of his hand—his mouth—I needed more.
Pulling his hips back, I whimpered at the loss of him between my thighs before he slammed into me, my body sliding up the mattress with the force.
“Fucking… hell.” I gasped as his cock continued to pull out, almost to the tip, and then drove so hard into me that I began to see stars shooting across my vision.
“We’re not there yet, pretty viper. But I’ll drag you down soon enough.” Derek grunted with each thrust, and I pressed my lips together, attempting to control the words that wanted to fly out of them.
“Oh god, please.” I cried out.
His hands gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head, leaving me with nothing left but to squirm and writhe beneath his hot body. I could feel myself growing light-headed with the rapture he delivered to me.
“There’s no god in hell, sweetheart, only me.” His thrusts were hard, precise, and punishing. “What’s my name, Lex.” I gasped with no idea what name he was expecting me to use, whether it was one I had called him before or something else. At this point, I’d call him whatever he wanted me to; I was at his mercy.
Switching his grip on my wrists to hold them with one hand, he freed up the other and moved it down to pinch and tease my clit, twisting it slightly, and the first word that came to mind left my lips on a scream.
“Derek—”
“That’s my girl; now that we’ve established who I am, how about you come all over this bed and show Eli who the fuck you belong to.” I had completely forgotten that we were fucking in Eli’s bed. My mind was so drunk on Derek, his possessive behavior, and his dominance, not to mention his filthy fucking mouth.
He leaned his face down to mine, his lips grazing the side of my ear.
“You’re mine, pretty viper, and if I need to fuck you and paint these walls with your cum to get the point across, believe me, I will.” A promise. “I’ll drag you to hell and back just to hear you scream my name over and over again. The only name that should ever cross your perfect fucking lips.” His twisted way of claiming me was all the encouragement I needed as my cunt tightened its hold around his cock, and my climax launched me so high I saw stars soar across my vision. The intensity was so unreal that I could feel the slightest trail of tears falling down the sides of my face.
Not long after, as I started coming down into my body, Derek slammed into me with one last thrust, filling me with his release and falling to his elbows with a groan, his forehead pressed against mine.
Our heavy breaths mingled together, neither of us letting the other’s gaze go. My heart tightened and squeezed the longer we lay in silence, catching our breaths.
Derek stared deep into my eyes with an expecting look. I knew what he was waiting for, for me to say something he had been dying to hear for months.
But I still wasn’t ready and didn’t know if I would ever be.
Notasinglewordwas spoken between us as I pulled my panties and shorts back on, and Derek shoved his dick back in his jeans. My mind was doing its usual uncontrollable thought spiral, dragging me deeper into a pit of negativity. Why did I continue to torture myself like this?
A hand came up to caress my cheek, and I looked up, meeting his warm brown eyes. Why did he have to be the whole fucking package? Why did he have to be so perfect? Derek was every desirable piece of the man I had imagined—created in the back of my mind. A man that I didn’t know was possible to exist until now, and yet, there he fucking was.
He was calm, tender, and loving but also obsessive, assertive, and dangerous. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I was the fox who fell for the bait. But could I allow myself to fall entirely for him? Did I deserve the dream that hid beneath my nightmares?
This man wanted me; he stalked and obsessed over me for fucking months. Call me crazy, but if that doesn’t scream dedication and devotion, I don’t know what does. So then, why in the hell was it this hard for me to pull him into my heart and let him stay there?
“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” Derek’s voice was soft, questioning, as his thumb glided across my cheekbone.
This—this right here was what I always wanted. Someone to love me unconditionally, not caring how fucked up I was or could be. A man who wasn’t intimidated by my presence and would let me use him if I needed to.
I hesitated, swallowing word after word of what I wanted to say to him—changing my mind milliseconds before speaking. The lump in my throat was threatening to suffocate me.
“I’m… just processing everything that has happened today. That’s all.” I sighed, closing myself off, my words quiet and lacking emotion.
