Page 42 of Nasty
“You smell so good,” Fix groaned. “You’re so damn wet. I want to lick every part of you. I want you to come all over my tongue so I can swallow you down, Angel. I want you all over my mouth. All over my fingers. All over my cock. Lose yourself for me, Seraphim. Can you step away from the controls, so I can make you feel good? I promise it will be worth it.”
My mouth was filled with cotton wool. My head was filled with shifting sand. Every grain was a thought, an idea, or want or a warning. Try as I might, I couldn’t grasp hold of a single one of those grains as I ground my pussy against Fix’s face “Yes. I…I can. Take it. Take it all.”
I nearly exploded when the pressure from Fix’s fingers against my ass increased. He wasn’t just rubbing me now. He was gently sliding the tip of his finger inside me. The pain was momentary and negligible, over in a matter of seconds, replaced by a burning warmth that quickly traveled down the backs of my legs, my calves, and bit at the soles of my feet. It was strange—an unexpected sensation that had me gasping out loud.
“Shit. You’ve soaked my fingers. You want me, Angel,” Fix groaned. “You fucking need me.” His fingers dipped a little deeper, and the flash of pain returned, only to vanish a moment later, deepening the searing burn that was spreading underneath my skin, moving up my back, now, sparking between my shoulder blades.
“Oh…god.” I huffed out a breath, allowing my head to fall slack. “That feels…fuck, it feels really good.”
“Close your eyes,” Fix commanded. “Just feel. My tongue. My lips. My fingers. Feel where I touch you, Sera. Don’t think. Just fuckingfeelme.”
His tongue moved to my ass again, his finger still working inside me, and I tumbled over the edge of a high precipice, my ears roaring as he pushed himself deeper.
“Show me. Show me how much you want. Show me where to stop.” His voice was savage. Wild. So deep that the hairs on the back of my arms and my neck stood to attention. Oh my god. Oh my god, he was fucking incredible. I pushed back against his hand, and his finger slid deeper. I moaned, not in pain, but because it felt…so…good.
“Oh my fucking god. Felix!FIX!”
I didn’t see it coming. One moment, I was rolling my hips, working him inside me, and then next, I was being tumbled and pitched by the powerful climax that roared through me, lighting me up like a goddamn bonfire.
Fix grabbed at my hip and encouraged me to move deeper as I came. “That’s it. Good girl. So fucking good. Come for me, Angel. You come so beautifully.”
I felt like I was sinking down, down, down, lost beneath the waves of a storm-tossed ocean, and there was no light, and there was no sound. There was only Fix, coaxing me and stroking me as I shattered and fell apart.
He drew back the moment I fell slack, and I heard him stripping out of his clothes. When I turned around, he was naked, his body a towering wall of effortless muscle. Fuck, he was beyond sexy. Fix fully dressed was a sight to behold. Fix naked was an altar to be worshipped at. He was more than just a man. He was a god, a deity in his own right. And I was devout as I revered him.
He was so fucking hard. Taking his cock in his hand, he worked it up and down, and I realized that I was staring. Couldn’t take my eyes off him, as he squeezed the end of his dick, making himself shudder. He laid down on the floor next to me, his pale, startling eyes flashing with lust, and then he was grabbing me, pulling me on top of him. I glanced down at his erection, the solid length of it brushing up against my pussy, and Fix made a deep humming, growling sound.
“Ride it,” he commanded. “Fuck it. I want to watch your tits bounce.”
When I slid him inside me, it felt as though I was shifting, expanding to accommodate the sheer size of him.
“Oh, shit. Fuck. Fix!”
His fierce, ruthless smile would haunt my dreams and make me sweat until the day I died. “You feel it?” he whispered. “You know how good it’s gonna make you come?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
I rocked myself forward, sliding up and down his cock, and Fix bared his teeth. “Damn it, Angel,” he hissed. “You have no idea how fucking incredible you look right now.” His hands found my hips, and then he was helping me, guiding me, directing me to set a fast, heady pace as he pushed himself up to meet me. He touched and stroked me as I rode him, his hands moving to cup my breasts. He pinched my nipples, sending an explosion of heat down, in between my legs. His stomach muscles flexed and contracted as our bodies swayed together, two parts of one whole, coming together at last.
He rubbed my clit, the pad of his thumb working in small, tight circles, and before long I was scrambling, desperately clinging to that ledge again.
“Don’t fight it,” he commanded. “Come on my cock. I want you so fucking wet that I can’t take it anymore.Fucking do it.”
My back arched as my orgasm ripped through me. His hands were everywhere. He sat up, his hand pressing into my lower back as he moved my legs so I could wrap them around him, and then he was biting down and sucking on my nipples as wave after wave of pleasure took me from my body and lifted me higher, higher, higher…
“Hold on, Sera,” he whispered into my breasts. “I’m going to fucking come inside you.” He crushed me to him as he came, his teeth grinding into my neck. He didn’t hold back. I felt my skin break, and the pain was the sweetest, most dizzying thing I’d ever experienced. A secondary climax tugged at me, stealing my senses as I came with him, and Fix’s roughened cry destroyed what was left of my sanity. I dug my fingernails into his back, and he drew a sharp breath. “Fuuuuck, Sera.Holy shit.”
When he leaned away, he was wearing a serious, intense expression that stopped my heart dead in my chest. “We both marked each other. I didn’t just claim you. You claimed me, too.” Dipping his head down, he licked at my neck, and when he buried his hands in my hair, kissing me deeply, I could taste my blood on his tongue.
EIGHTEEN
THE BARROWS
FIX
Sera slept. She was so fucking beautiful when she slept. She wasalwaysbeautiful, but there was just something about her when she was lost in unconsciousness. After we’d climbed into bed, I’d held her in my arms properly for the very first time, and a piece of me that had been broken and in pain for a very long time seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
It had freaked me the fuck out.
