Page 29 of Darkness Consuming
My fingers tease the rough scaring lines along his shoulder and then his ribs and he groans from the light touch. Hesitantly, his fingers skim down the curve of my side. A tingling feeling knots within my core. His hips shift back from me just slightly. Even the flicks of his tongue have become slower. More careful.
As if he isn’t sure, his palm eases lower until it’s shifting beneath my jeans. My hips lift to meet his touch. I’ve never seen him this gentle before.
It makes my heart thunder through the tightness of my chest.
Two fingers slip down my folds. Very slowly, he pushes inside, his fingers rocking back and forth at a torturously slow pace.
A humming sound parts my lips and his pace quickens as he kisses me deeper.
My fingers dig into his strong shoulders. I hang on to him tight enough for my nails to scrape his smooth skin.
Soft lips trail the length of my jaw before sucking against the column of my throat. It’s all a spiral of overwhelming sensations. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit just as his fingers arch deeper within me.
The quiet sounds of my orgasm shake through the room. My eyes clench tightly as waves of my release tremble through me.
Dark, hooded eyes meet mine. Nollix watches my every emotion. A chaste kiss presses to my lips before he pulls back. The steady way his fingers unclasp my jeans mesmerizes me for a moment.
My shirt is askew; my chest heaving. Still, he watches me with intent. He grips the waist of my jeans and I lift for him as he starts to pull. One boot after the other, he undresses me with quiet patience. When I’m nearly naked before him, his gaze lingers against my shirt.
My arms cross and I pull the last article of clothing away. Then there’s nothing between us. I sit up to him and his warm attention trails over every inch of my body.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Violence.” His rasping voice makes my gaze slip away from him. He’s so honest and open sometimes I don’t know what to say.
For an awkward instant, I almost repeat it back to him.
Instead, my fingers hook into the top of his jeans. I push them down just far enough to reveal his hard length. I shift at the sight of it. My lips part, and he glances down before meeting my gaze. His confidence is held in his shoulders as he kneels before me with steely posture.
Goddess, why is he so perfect? Every etching line of him is perfection.
My palm skims across the smooth head of his dick and his eyes slip closed. When my fingers wrap around his shaft, a ragged breath leaves his lungs.
And then he’s kissing me once more.
His tongue flicks against mine as my wrist rolls steadily up and then down.
A low and rumbling sound shakes through his chest and he pushes me back against the couch. He pulls his hips back from my touch and a whimper falls from my lips as I pull back from him.
“I want to make you come.” My voice is quiet. It echoes into the silence.
The way he laughs makes me smile, but I don’t know why.
“Fuck, I love when you speak your pretty little mind.” A slow kiss presses to my jaw. “If you make me come now though, the sex will go on forever.”
… I keep waiting for the bad part… but it never comes.
“Okay.” Once more I reach for his dick, but he pulls away with a smile.
A rumbling sound of laughter hums through him. The small dimple in his cheek shows and I find myself wanting to kiss him there.
“We don’t have forever.” His gaze becomes serious as he looks at me. “I promise I’ll fuck you right.” His lips press to mine. “I promise after tonight I’ll fuck you for hours every day.” Another slow and taunting kiss. “I promise I’ll take care of you, Vi.”
His lips seal to mine like a final promise. Heavy and slow strokes of his tongue have me tipping my chin up to his deep kiss. My thighs tense around his hips as the smooth tip of his dick presses to my center.
Etching muscle wraps his biceps and I cling expectantly there.
Inch by slow inch he sinks into me. A gasp catches in my lungs at the same time as a repressed groan rumbles through his chest. Both of our bodies are a tense form of need.
A tightening feeling builds low in my stomach and I rock against his length. Long and slow thrusts meet my hips. He grinds his hips into me with each stroke and my head tips back into the cushion. Hot flicks of his tongue tease down the curve of my throat.
