Page 73 of Eye of the Hurricane
“It shouldn’t hurt at all. Do you want to stop? We can stop,” he offers. It’s not what I want, though. I know what I want, and it’s him.
“No, I just needed a second to breathe,” I assure him.
“You said you’re overwhelmed. What’s going on up here?” He asks, tapping his middle finger on my temple.
“Nothing bad, just a lot all at once. I’m ready to keep going.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
He’s back between my legs within seconds. This time with his fingers buried inside of me and his tongue lapping at my clit. My legs tremble against the sides of his head. It only takes about five minutes before I’m falling apart with his name on my lips again.
He pulls his fingers back and sinks a third back into me. There is no sting this time, just a delicious stretch.
When I don’t show any signs of discomfort, he climbs back up my body, bracketing his hips between mine.
My legs wrap around the small of his back once again. One of his hands runs up my thigh and takes a firm grip when it lands on my hip. He lines himself up with my center and begins sinking into me.
This time, there’s far less resistance. There’s no pain, just a fullness that has pleasure burning in the pit of my stomach.
“Is this better?” he asks. His eyes are full of worry, but his voice sounds strained.
“Yes, much better,” I assure him. “Kiss me, please?” I beg.
His mouth captures mine as he continues working himself in, inch by inch. This kiss isn’t like any other we’ve had. It’s sloppy, hungry, and broken up by both of us gasping for air.
Once he’s buried to the hilt, he drags himself nearly all the way back out before sinking back in. I throw my head back with a cry.
“God, you feel so good,” I pant out.
We’re so caught up in the moment that we’re barely speaking. The room is filled with a mix of heaving breaths, his skin against mine, and his name falling from my mouth.
For every moan I choke out, he’s swallowing it with his mouth over mine. I didn’t even know two people could be this close. It doesn’t even feel like we’re two separate beings in this moment.
I know this is playing with fire but there’s no backing out now. The fire is lit and I’m standing in the middle of it.
Part of me can’t help but feel like this might be the thing that burns my life to the ground. Another part of me would light it myself if it meant having this.
Ares grabs one of my pillows, lifting my hips and setting it under them. The new angle is mind-numbing. He picks up his pace and stops being so delicate with me.
“You’re taking it so fucking well,” he groans. He seems as damn far gone as I am. I feel like I’m at the edge of a cliff and he’s about to drive me off of it.
“You like being praised don’t you, Kat?” he taunts,snapping his hips harder. A pathetic-sounding whimper slips from my lips. “I can tell by the way this perfect pussy is squeezing my cock. You want to be told how good you feel? Or how fucking pretty you sound like this?”
His words are the force sending me over the edge. My entire body trembles. I can’t seem to gather myself enough to find any real words for him.
“Tell me, Katherine,”Thrust. “Am I out of your system?”Thrust. “Is once enough?”Thrust.
Jesus.
“No,” I cry out, throwing my head back. An errant smirk tugs at his mouth.
“Come for me,” he demands, dropping a hand between us to draw circles around my clit.
“Come with me,” I plead. His lips attach to mine and we come apart together, crying each other’s names out.
Except it doesn’t feel like falling apart. It feels a lot more like falling together.
