Page 25 of Bed of Thorns

If there was anything left inside that was remotely human, I should have allowed someone else to share the true joy of giving the greatest gift a man could receive. Until now, I’d felt dead inside, no longer an eager young man to face the world.

Then her innocence had called to me, the softness of her touch awakening something I’d feared could never be resurrected.

When I closed the distance once again, I wanted to warn her that this time I wouldn’t be gentle, but I sensed she’d already realized my crazed desire had reached another level, a plateau that would be difficult to jump off.

Unless it was from the precipice of a cliff. I envisioned the jagged rocks below breaking every bone, twisting my spine as I fell, tumbling into the abyss. She was my savior, and I was hers. Together, we’d become a force no one could fuck with.

I yanked her even closer to the edge of pure ecstasy, bending her back until her head was draped over the other edge. Every sound I made was gruff, every breath a clear indication that I was close to losing control with her. When I eased her arms over her head, the single moan she issued was laced with as much lust as had already consumed me.

I rubbed my hands along her sides, brushing the backs of my fingers along her delicate skin. She was hot to the touch, so much so that the tips of my fingers were scalded. My cock was fully engorged, throbbing until every muscle in my body ached. My breathing scattered, I slowly lowered my head, leaning over her and studying her luscious body. I was surprised she had no real understanding of just how beautiful she was, her porcelain skin shimmering in the early morning light.

How could I not break her, dragging her into the same hell where I remained? How could I share anything but sadness and a breach with reality? I made myself and this gorgeous lamb who’d placed her trust in my hands a promise that I would never waste a moment of sharing our joy, of providing everything she needed.

I only hoped it would be enough.

Her strangled moans continued as I dragged my tongue along the side of her neck, swirling the tip around her pulse before licking the shell of her ear. She shuddered visibly, finding it difficult to hold her arms in position. I continued caressing her as I slowly slid my tongue down further, easing it between the softness of her voluptuous breasts. My balls were tight, adding another layer of anguish but I tried to hold back, to enflame us both until not even the fire of purgatory could control our hunger.

I rubbed my lips from one breast to the other, flicking my tongue around her already taut nipple, relishing in her soft purrs and ragged whimpers. She had no idea what she was doing to me, driving me to the point of madness. I pulled the tender tissue into my mouth, sucking for several seconds as she wiggled underneath. There was no way I could hold back for long before impaling her, thrusting my cock in so deep the tip entered her womb.

While I took my time savoring her sweet flavor, my mind continued to fill with vile thoughts, my longing dirty and sinful. When I bit down, her trembles shifted into shudders, vibrations skipping along her skin, goosebumps appearing down her arms.

I rolled my lips to her other breast, repeating the gentle action, flicking my finger around her other nipple then pinching it between my thumb and forefinger. While she cried out, I sensed she enjoyed the few seconds of pain. My hunger only increasing, I licked and nipped her skin as I continued my exploration, moving to her bellybutton, encircling the small indentation several times. When I gathered her legs into my arms, she jerked up, panting several times. Her eyes were no longer focused, her pupils dilated.

I spread her legs wide open, shaking when I noticed how wet she’d already become. Her pussy was glistening, juice trickling down the insides of both thighs. I was now insatiable, incapable of slowing down. I was far too hungry, unsatisfied needs rushing to the surface.

All the dreams.

All the nightmares.

The wants.

The crazy thoughts.

It had all come down to this moment and the woman in my arms. I pressed my lips against her clit, darting my tongue around the sensitive tissue. Every moan was a sweet reward, every breathless sound filtering into my eardrums, thumping like the hard beating of my heart.

I dug my fingers into her soft skin, my mind a blur as the sweetness of her taste filtered into my mouth. Her legs remained stiff, her toes curled, and I could tell she was tossing her head back and forth as I dragged my tongue up and down her slickened folds, barely darting my tongue into her wetness. Teasing her.

Tempting her.

With every swipe of my tongue, her moans increased until the slight lilt was the sweetest music I’d ever heard. I closed my eyes, concentrating on feasting, licking furiously then sucking on her clit. Within seconds, the tender tissue was swollen, my cock throbbing even more. There was nothing like the way she writhed at my touch, finally murmuring words I couldn’t understand yet knew were encouraging me. Pushing me.

Begging me.

I wanted her to beg, to scream out my name every time I drove her to the sweet bliss of ecstasy. I needed her nails clawing down my back, digging into my skin and leaving a trail of blood. And I wanted to allow her to lose her inhibitions, nothing else mattering but the moment we shared.

As I buried my head in her sweet heat, shifting my face back and forth, her body jerked from the sensations, one small fist pounding against the counter. Her force was enough to jar the few items on the surface, some of them shifting dangerously close to the edge. And still I continued licking her furiously, sliding just a single finger into her tight channel. I was amazed how her muscles clamped around the small invasion, dragging it in even deeper. Unable to resist, I added a second then third finger, pumping several times as I swirled my tongue around her clit.

“Oh. Oh…” She continued whimpering, the same sweet rose kiss covering her neck and cheeks. She was even more dazzling when she came, succumbing to the ecstasy. I wanted to see that every day, as often as time and convenience would allow. Soon, I would have her all to myself, no possibilities of interruptions.

She would come with me. There was no choice. None. If she didn’t agree then I’d be forced to take her with me, to help her see this was the only path we could follow.

Together.

Always together.

Never to be apart again.

I was ferocious in my needs, thrusting all four fingers inside, using enough force her body slid across the counter. Everything was a massive blur of wonderment, the taste of her more incredible than I’d imagined.

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