Page 47 of Cursed Encounter
My lids fly open when I feel his wet tongue circle my nipple. He sure knows how to keep me right on the edge. My hands fly to his head, fingers threading through his hair and gripping so tight I might be worried about tearing strands out if I wasn’t so lost in the moment.
I gasp in a breath of air right before his hand closes around my throat enough for me to know I won’t be taking in anotherbreath until he lets me. My mouth opens with a silent moan. The room spins as I hold the air in my lungs. Light dances in my vision as I tip over the edge. I come so hard as my body shivers and convulses.
His hand loosens its hold on my neck, but I don’t lose the warmth of his touch. His thumb is there, lightly brushing against my skin as if to soothe whatever marks he’d made. I wonder if I’ll have a handprint to wear around like a necklace. A bold, yet silent statement of what I let him do to me. Of how much I trust him with that power over me.
Now that the ecstasy is waning and reality is crashing back down on me, I feel a sense of worry slip in. Have I made a mistake? It sure didn’t feel like it in the moment, but I don’t know him, and the things I’ve heard about him certainly don’t paint him in the best light. I know he’s a monster. I’ve seen what he can do to someone, and he does it without even showing an ounce of remorse.
But… I’m not that person he hurt. I haven’t given him a reason to hurt me. Still, I can’t help but wonder how easily that could flip. He hasn’t shown me an abundance of patience and kindness.
“Astra?” he asks, and there’s a softness in his tone that has me pushing all the doubt out of my head.
I clear my throat as I blink up at him. I don’t trust myself to speak, so I go with “Hmm?” and hope my smile doesn’t come off as forced or strained.
Warmth flows through me as he studies my expression. He stares into my eyes as if he’s checking on me without voicing the questions. He won’t, and I know that.
It doesn’t take long for him to see comfort in my gaze, and he leans down to kiss me. This time it’s slow, and there goes my body again, shuddering like I have no control over it.
“I want you,” I assure him as I pull him over me, sighing as his body covers mine like a warm blanket.
“I’m everything they say I am,” he tells me, voice rasping with a deadly edge.
Deep down, I know this already. If I’m only going to live a few more days, I’m going to give myself over to him. I’m going to accept his world and the things he has to do to keep it safe for himself and his people. I’m going to show him that, for once, someone picks him, black heart and darkness and all.
I hold his eyes as I repeat, “I want you.”
He kisses me without hurry as he pushes my shorts and panties down my legs. I wiggle and kick until I feel them go flying from my foot. The cool air hits the wetness between my legs for a second before he settles himself there. I feel the flared head of his hardness brush against me.
“Are you—” I gasp as the bare tip dips inside me.
“I’ve never fucked recklessly,” he tells me as if that’s the whole answer.
“Maybe we should—” I try to say, but my mind shuts me up.
“I’m clean, Astra. Believe me when I say I’d never put you in harm’s way. I’m not that foolish or cruel.”
“I’m not… I don’t take…” I sputter as he dips inside me again. “Not on birth control!”
His chest vibrates with a growl. He kisses me hard, sinking his teeth into my lip to the point I cry out. His hips thrust forward, and he fills me completely, stealing the air from my lungs.
It’s stupid, but I don’t even worry about it. I might be turning into my mother at this very moment, but I have no objections.
It doesn’t hurt this time. It’s more of a stretch and a burn. The uncomfortable feeling subsides soon enough, and all I can feel is him throbbing as he plunges into me over and over again.I’m dizzy and drunk on lust. On him. I cling to him with every limb, wrapping my legs around his waist as my fingernails tear at his back. But I want more than to hold on. I want to be more than a thing he uses to get off. I want to take my pleasure as much as he’s taking his.
He groans and licks into my mouth as I rock my hips against him. I take every punishing thrust and match it with my own. Sweat beads along my skin.
“Astra,” he calls out as he ruts into me harder. I take everything he has to give, closing my eyes and running towards that cliff again. He fills me in a way I know will leave me empty. I just pray it won’t break me. “You feel too good. I’m going to come. I’m going to fill you up, Astra. I’m going to make you mine.”
I bite my lip at his words. I won’t let myself hold onto them because I know enough to get how people say all kinds of things in the throes of passion. Promises are made. Declarations spill from lips like water rushing toward a waterfall. Words of praise are embellished to the point you’d have to be turned into a god to be that amazing. They never mean anything.
But I can’t lie and say there isn’t a part of me that soars hearing him say those things.
He reaches between us. It’s a wet mess down there, and his finger easily slips over my swollen bud. He touches me again and again until I’m raking my nails down his back and panting his name.
He stills deep inside of me. I clamp down on him as my orgasm crashes over me. He grunts, deep and manly, and I feel his hot seed spill into me.
He stays on top of me for a second as we both catch our breath. I make no move to grab him or say anything when he rolls off me, though I am surprised when he covers us with a blanket and wraps himself around my body. I try not to be stiff,but I can’t relax. His release is leaking out of me, and I don’t know what to do. Maybe it’s a good thing it’s doing that. Maybe there was too much to fit inside. Or maybe it doesn’t matter anyway.
“Sleep now, Beauty.” He does the sweetest thing after he speaks. He brushes the sweat-slick strands of hair off my face and kisses my temple.
