Page 57 of Rivals
“I’m not actually into performance art, Lachlan.” I throw my head back and fill the loft with laughter. She grins, and I peck a kiss on her nose before getting up.
Once I get the curtains closed and finish mooning anyone who may have been looking, I go back to the bed to find Revna with her back against the headboard and her elbows resting on her knees.
“Nope,” I say and grab her ankle, dragging her to the edge of the bed. She yips in surprise and I palm her knees open. She whimpers softly, and I get on the edge of the bed, reaching over her for a pillow. “Lift your hips, muse.” She does as I say, and I lean over her, grabbing her wrists. She shifts a little in my hold. “Is this ok?” I ask her. She nods and tilts her chin up, ready for anything. My little fighter.
I kiss her again and link my fingers through hers. “If you want me to stop, just say it.” She nods and shifts under me again, and I chuckle against her lips. “I know you don’t like giving up control, Revna, but I will take it from you.” Her tongue dips out over her puffy lips.
“Ok,” she rasps. I growl in satisfaction and move my hands so one holds her wrists and the other can explore her body. I kiss her again and squeeze her breast. She mewls against me and thrusts her chest up as far as she can. I tweak her bud and move my hand further over her stomach.
My hands brush feather-light touches over her skin as I paint designs with my fingers. I stop at the apex of her thighs and drag one through her. She moans louder this time while her eyes are closed, and her head is tipped back. I wonder how close I can bring her without throwing her over the edge of herself. Releasing her hands, I pinch her nipple again, and she cries out while her hips pulse. My tongue laps against hers at the same pace as my fingers. She yanks on my hair, and I groan into her as she murmurs against my lips, “Faster, Lachlan.” I give her what she wants, and she inhales sharply, trembling around me.
“Yes,” she gasps. I kiss her again, begging her to tell me yes. I will get on my knees for her if that’s what she needs to get her to stay.
“Open your eyes, little bird,” I murmur against her chest. She moans and I lift my head to see if she listened. Her eyes are open, and her eyebrows are furrowed in frustration as she chases her pleasure. I stop my fingers, and her eyes almost bulge out of her head.
“Don’t stop,” she grumbles. I wait for her to stop trying to take control back.
“What did I say,” I say darkly.
“Give you control,” she gasps out.
“You know you want to, baby. Let me have it.”
She groans and lifts her hips. I pull my hand away from her, and she throws her head back on the pillows. “Fine,” she grumbles.
“Good girl.” Her eyes blow wide at my praise and I smile.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask her. She bites her lip and nods sheepishly.
I slide my fingers home and curl them just right. It doesn’t take long and she detonates.Exquisite.I bite her ear while she grips the sheets and whisper, “See what happens when you’re a good girl, Revna?” That seems to urge her on, and she cries out again.
I watch her mouth drop open and her eyes close as she falls deeply into the ocean of ecstasy. My hand keeps moving so I can take in every detail of her. Her chest thrust out, her hips rolling against me, and a pretty flush over her skin with just a light sheen of sweat over her body, making her glow.
It’s dark in the apartment, but the curtains are thin enough light light can filter through them. I look down and take mental pictures with my mind. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She starts to come down, and I throw the pillow to the side, sliding myself between her legs. She gasps and sits up, scooting herself to sit in my lap. A groan punches through my lips as she slips over me.
She lazily drapes her arms over my shoulders and tilts her head. Our kiss is searching and giving as desire burns through us. She’s giving me what she can right now, and I gladly take every bit of it. Her hips roll against me, and I grab her leg, almost slamming her into the bed as she lands. I thrust into her as her cries urge me on. I toss her leg over my shoulder, creating a different angle, and she sobs into the ceiling.
Her nails burry themselves into my skin, and I grit my teeth, trying to maintain control from the building pressure. I want to make art with our bodies. I want to make her sing for me, and that takes time. “Kiss me,” she gasps. I grunt with her around me, and she pulls me in. Her hands grip my biceps as her tongue laps against mine. The kiss is messy, almost frantic.
The darkness between us melds together when I’m with her. “More,” she commands. I bite my lip, slowing my hips instead. She groans, trying to up our pace by driving her body up.
“I’ll give you more, little bird. Let me do it,” I grunt out breathlessly.
“Then do it,” she sobs. I ram myself into her, making her eyes spring back open, wild and overwhelmed. I slide my hand between us, knowing I can’t last much longer because she’s going to strangle the life from me. I rub her just barely, and she lets out a shrill cry as I bring her to the edge. I let go of her leg and pull away. She growls. “What the hell are you doing?” I go to change her position and pause. I grin at her messy hair, and frustration etched into her expression. I bring her so close only to keep her from falling.
“You are such an ass!” she yells.
“That’s my middle name, baby.” She groans again, and I lay down back between her legs. I trail my tongue up her stomach. She pins her lips behind her teeth as she watches me get closer to her lips.
“Stop complaining, and let me give you a reason to scream my name, little bird.” I sit up and pull both of her legs over my shoulders. I drive into her, giving her everything I can. She screams but for all the best reasons.
Her hips lose their rhythm against mine, and a moment later, she explodes around me, shuddering beneath me. Her back curves, and her chin tilts up. She moans long and low, and I finally let go as I watch her surpass the boundaries of herself. I curse and pulse my hips a little more, refusing to let go of this feeling before the strength bleeds from my limbs. I hold myself for a moment, and her eyes slowly open. I kiss her deeply one more time and throw myself on the bed beside her, panting. She lays there and stares at the ceiling while she catches her breath. Then she leaps off the bed and goes into the bathroom.
I rub my chest as a slowly blooming ache appears. Only it grows talons, and it feels like it’s going to claw me apart. She comes back and gets into bed. I fully expected her to get dressed and leave. She lays on her back and pulls the cover over her naked body. The silence isn’t comfortable. It’s taut and suffocating.
She gave herself to me, she surrendered her control to me physically, but she still won’t let the walls of her mind down. I thought that maybe I could get her there. It’s not exactly healthy, it’s probably far from it, but I don’t care. I will get to the center of her, whatever it takes. She’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it. We have been connected in a way that doesn’t make sense to me, and I’m just now starting to put the pieces together.
She said she heard a voice. I heard one, too. If she’s heard that voice since the beginning, she was probably high when we worked on the first round pieces. If that’s the case, did the voice drive her to sabotage my painting? And if that is true, what else has it told her? She has never truly admitted that she did it. I know she did, but that’s not the point, not anymore. The voice doesn’t seem to be malevolent for her. It’s not for me. There is a little growing feeling in my gut that this is much more than a strange trip from drugs. It feels like more than that. I turn my head and look at Revna. She’s on her side with her eyes closed, but her breathing is erratic; she’s not asleep.
