“Prie moi de le faire.” His teeth graze my collarbone. “Beg me for it, Molly.”
“Please.” His tongue flicks over my nipple. “Ohgod, please. I can’t take it anymore. Please. Please, I need to feel it.”
I don’t even recognize my voice, pitched high with desperation.
“Quoi?” he growls. “What do you need to feel? Tell me.”
He shifts, the hard length of him pressing between my legs. I arch beneath him, head thrown back to bare my throat.
My voice is a whisper, but the single word I breathe is somehow the loudest sound I’ve ever made.
“Everything.”
His whole body goes rigid. I hear him draw a sharp breath between clenched teeth, and I realize he’s fighting for self-control. He rolls off me and I wait there, shivering, with my legs still splayed as he rips the drawer of his nightstand open. He’s only gone for a few seconds before he’s kneeling between my legs and spreading them wider.
We haven’t turned any lights on, but the glow from the street outside is enough for me to make out the planes and ridges of his chest, the dips and swells of his ink-covered arms. He thumbs his bottom lip and shakes his head ever so slightly as he stares down at me on the mattress. I know the light is enough for him to see me, too. He’s staring straight at the most vulnerable part of me, the part he’s spent the last few weeks touching and licking and driving to insanity in ways no one ever has before.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, so quiet I’m not even sure I’m supposed to hear. “Just perfect.”
My thighs flex. The fire flares in his eyes.
“Please.”
He shifts his hips forwards.
“Please.”
He wraps his fist around himself and trails the tip of his hard length up and down the slit between my legs.
“P—Please.”
He flexes, sliding just an inch inside. I arch up to meet him, but he presses his palm into my stomach, forcing me to lie flat on the bed.
“Say it again. One more time.”
I’m already clenching around him, thrusting as much as he’ll allow. It’s not enough. It’s not even close to enough.
“Please.”
When he fills me, it’s like seeing every colour in the world at once. The beauty is breathtaking—a swell of shapes and shades that’s so overwhelming I almost want to shut it out, make it stop. Nothing makes sense, but then his lips crash against mine again, and suddenly everything—everything—does.
He’s thrusting into me, a slow rhythm to let me adjust. I cling to him, letting myself settle into the sensation before I buck my hips against him, urging him to speed up. He obliges with a hiss, and I rake my nails down his back while he pounds into me over and over again. We’re both moaning, kissing whatever part of each other we can reach.
I cry out in shock when he flips us over, landing on his back so that I’m straddling him, our bodies still joined. He digs his hands into my thighs and pulls me further down onto him, sliding himself in as deep as he can. I groan and throw my head back, rocking myself in time to the guidance of his hands.
I’m still staring up at the ceiling when his thumb presses against my clit, and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. He criss-crosses over the most sensitive part of me, again and again, until I’m jerking with little spasms.
“I want you to come.” His accent is thicker, harsher than usual.
“I’m going to. I’m going to so soon.”
He shifts his pelvis so he’s somehow hitting me even deeper, keeping up the same tortuous pattern with his thumb. I’m practically mewling, letting out frantic little sounds I’ve never heard myself make. I’m about to fall apart right on top of him.
“I—I’m—”
I come with a cry, my spine arching like I’ve been electrified. I see starlight and hellfire streaking across the ceiling, and then I’m tumbling forwards until I crash against his chest. I’m still gasping from the power of it as he grabs my ass hard with both hands and thrusts into me with a frenzy that’s something close to madness. His lips find my shoulder, and when he loses himself inside me, his long, low moan rumbles against my skin.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, wrapped up as tightly as it’s possible for us to be. It must be several minutes, but it still feels too soon when he rolls me onto my side and disentangles us. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, then leans back to move a piece of hair out of my eyes before he gets up and heads to the bathroom.
