My arms cross, and I pull the last articles of clothing away. Then there’s nothing between us. I sit up to him, and his warm attention trails over every inch of my body.
“I think I love you, Violence.” His rasping voice makes my gaze slip away from him. For an awkward instant, I almost repeat it back to him. “I should have said it before. I should have told you then. But I was afraid. I’m still fucking afraid.”
Words lodge in my throat, unable to escape me, unable to comfort him in the ways he has comforted me. Instead of answering him, my fingers hook into the top of his jeans. I push them down just far enough to reveal his hard length. I shift at the sight of it. My lips part, and he glances down before meeting my gaze. His confidence is held in his shoulders as he kneels before me with steely posture.
Goddess, why is he so perfect? Every etching line of him is perfection.
My palm skims across the smooth head of his dick, and his eyes slip closed. When my fingers wrap around his shaft, a ragged breath leaves his lungs.
And then he’s kissing me once more.
His tongue flicks against mine as my wrist rolls steadily up and then down.
A low and rumbling sound shakes through his chest, and he pushes me back against the couch. He pulls his hips back from my touch, and a whimper falls from my lips as I pull back from him.
“I want to make you come.” My voice is quiet. It echoes into the silence.
The way he laughs makes me smile, but I don’t know why.
A slow kiss presses to my jaw. “If you make me come now, though, the sex will go on forever.”
I keep waiting for the bad part... but it never comes.
“Okay.” Once more I reach for his dick, but he pulls away with a smile.
A rumbling hum goes through him. The small dimple in his cheek shows, and I find myself wanting to kiss him there too.
“We don’t have forever.” His gaze becomes serious as he looks at me then to the door. “I promise I’ll fuck you right.” His lips press to mine. “I promise after tonight, I’ll fuck you for hours every day.” Another slow and taunting kiss. “I promise I’ll take care of you, Vi.”
Take care of me... for the first time, I don't want to argue that I can do it all by myself. For once, the idea of allowing someone to help in the slightest way eases some of the pressure in my chest that I hadn’t known was building up.
His lips seal to mine like a final promise. Heavy and slow strokes of his tongue have me tipping my chin up to his deep kiss. My thighs tense around his hips as the smooth tip of his dick presses to my center.
Etching muscle wraps his biceps, and I hold expectantly there.
Inch by slow inch, he sinks into me. A gasp catches in my lungs at the same time as a repressed groan rumbles through his chest. Both of our bodies are a tense form of need.
A tightening feeling builds low in my stomach, and I rock against his length. Long and slow thrusts meet my hips. He grinds his hips into me with each stroke, and my head tips back into the cushion. Hot flicks of his tongue tease down the curve of my throat.
Tension coils through my core, and I can’t keep my eyes open. It isn’t at all like my first time. This aching and demanding feeling within me has never existed until now.
Every intake of air isn’t enough. Every hard beat of my heart feels terribly weak. Every slamming thrust of his hips is too much. I’ve never felt anything like this. His reckless magic pushes all through me, and for an instant, I feel everything about him. For just a moment, our emotions, magic, and sweating bodies meld against each other in a euphoric way.
At the feel of his hips tilting expertly against mine, rubbing against the puddle of nerves at my apex, the tightening energy within me combusts, and my release soaks down his shaft. The groan that emits from him intertwines with my shaking moan.
His pace quickens, slamming into my slickness hard enough to make me cry out. My fingers dig into his damp skin, feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders. Once more, he pounds into me before the caressing flicks of his tongue turn into sharp biting of his teeth.
The low groan that hums against my skin and the pulsing feel of his dick have me trembling beneath him. He pulls back from me. Placing a sweet kiss to the tender skin of my neck.
With him still buried deep within me, I open my eyes to him.
Black eyes study me.
Suddenly he seems uncertain.
Is he thinking this was a mistake?
His brows furrow. He doesn’t say a word.
