Page 427 of Eternal
Her eyes are fluttering closed again, overwhelmed. I pinch her clit. “Look at me, Azra.”
She does, barely, enough for me to see the daze, the tears starting to build in the corners.
“There she is.”
Then I go lower, tongue pressing flat and slow against her, licking her like she’s the first real meal I’ve had in months. I devour her.
Every twist of my tongue, every glide of my fingers inside her, is dangerously deep. I curl my fingers brutally and with the pressure on her stomach, she screams. No words, merely a sound. Like her brain is overloaded, but I don’t stop.
She’s coming, shaking, crying. I keep licking through it, I don’t let up, that’s when she begs.
“Please…fuck… I can’t…I can’t…”
“You will.” I curl my fingers again.“You will take it.”
She arches violently, thighs locking around my head. I grunt against her clit, and keep her pinned, tongue circling, sucking, dragging her straight into madness.
She’s sobbing now, beautiful, broken sounds falling from her mouth. Tears on her cheeks, her back is slick with sweat, her tied hands curled into fists, rising helplessly above her.
Then I stopped, fingers still in her, she’s trembling under me, jaw slack.
“No,” she sobs. “No no no… Fuck.”
I crawl up over her, slowly, my hand finds her jaw, forcing her to look at me again.
“You don’t come unless I tell you to.”
She’s blinking, dazed, lips red and parted like she doesn’t even know what world she’s in.
I slid inside her without warning, all the way, she chokes on a scream. I swallow it with my mouth.
One deep thrust, and another one, long, but she’s already trembling.
“Now,” I whisper into her lips. “Come for me. Now.”
She does, falling apart, raw and sobbing against me, her cunt pulsing around my cock like it doesn’t know how to stop.
And I hold her through it, thrusting deep, slow, relentless, like I’ve already claimed every inch of her. Because I have. Because she likes it this way. Because she’s mine.
And I stop when I feel her pulling me in violently.
My forehead rests on hers and I smile. “Happy birthday, Azra.”
Another firework cracks outside, washing red light across the bed. She smiles, breath still uneven. “Thank you.”
She’s still trembling beneath me, her breath stuttering in her throat, damp curls stuck to her cheek and collarbone. Her eyes, green and blue, shine through her tears, wide and soft and wrecked.
Not from pain, from everything.
And I’m still inside her, not moving, staying there, deep and slow and quiet, her heat wrapped around me like she’s holding on from the inside, she blinks at me like I’m not real. Blue and green, ocean and forest watching me like I’m their whole world.
All I want is to kiss the side of her face, her mouth.
“How’d you like your first birthday night with me?” I murmur, lips brushing her temple.
She breathes out a smile, weak, aching, but proud. “Rough…” she whispers, voice cracking a little, “but soft now.”
Fuck.
