I grabbed at his hair, pushing the dark mess away from his face so I could see the raw fucking hunger in his eyes. He stared up at me, lips glistening, and I knew I was the only thing he wanted, the only thing he needed.
He hooked his arms under my thighs, dragging me higher, spreading me open like some kind of offering.
I was splayed wide, completely at his mercy, and the way he looked at me left me breathless.
He smirked, and then he ducked down and licked a long, slow stripe from the crease of my thigh up through the aching heat of me.
I jolted, grabbing at the headboard, the cold metal biting into my palms as he did it again, lazy and unhurried, like he was savoring every taste.
“So sweet,” he murmured, almost to himself, and I felt myself clench around nothing, desperate and aching.
He took his time, every brush of his tongue punctuated by little nips and kisses, until I was writhing and begging, my legs thrown wide, my mind shattered.
He got me close, then stopped, resting his chin on the inside of my knee, those eyes burning into mine.
“You ever let anyone else do this to you?” he asked, his voice low, pulsing with jealousy and something darker. Something like ownership. Like even after all these years, he still wanted to be the only one.
“No,” I admitted, my voice shaky. “I’ve only ever been with Dante, but it was nothing like this.”
That seemed to thrill him. “Good.”
He dove back in, his mouth greedy and relentless, eating me like he’d starve if he stopped.
I bucked hard, my heels digging into the sheets, but he just clamped his hands tighter on my hips, pinning me open, devouring every fucking moan that spilled out of me.
I felt the scrape of his teeth, the soft forgiveness of his tongue, and I shattered almost instantly. My body convulsed. A hot, wild pulse that left me gasping and raw.
He didn’t stop. He kept going, licking me through every aftershock, until I was sobbing with pleasure and trying to twist away.
Only then did he let up, crawling up my body, dragging his lips over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, his tongue flicking every patch of skin he could find.
When he reached my mouth, he kissed me hard, his tongue tasting of me, and I almost sobbed again at the ferocity of it.
He pressed his hips between my thighs, his cock already thick and rigid against my inner leg.
I reached for him, stroked him once, twice, and he shuddered in my grip, his breath a ragged stutter in my ear. “You’re fucking killing me,” he groaned.
He kissed me like he wanted to eat my soul, then broke away and levered himself off the bed, still fully naked, tanned skin and hard under the watery morning light.
Before I could protest, he hooked his arms under my knees, dragged me to the edge, and dropped my legs over the side, soI lay flat on my back, open and shaking, staring up at him as he loomed above me.
For a second, he just looked, his face drawn tight with awe and hunger. My thighs trembled. My nipples peaked in the cold air, and I watched his cock as he stepped closer, fisting it lazily, the tip already covered with precum.
He watched me watching him, and the arrogance was back. Sexy, dangerous, but now softened by the way he couldn’t quite catch his breath.
He curled one hand behind my calf, lifting it to his shoulder, and ran his other palm up the inside of my thigh, spreading me open. He stared, unashamed, at the mess he’d made before. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said, his voice hoarse.
He lined himself up and pressed forward, slow but forceful, sliding deep inside until my back arched off the mattress.
I moaned, raw and high, clutching at the sheets. He started a pace, shallow and teasing, refusing to give me the force I craved.
I tried to rock against him, but he caught my hips, holding me flat with iron hands. “No,” he said. “You’re gonna take it. All of it. I want you to remember this later, when you’re alone, when you’re thinking of me.”
God, I would. I’d remember every fucking inch of him, every word, every sound he made as he took me apart. I’d remember the morning heat, the way the cheap sheets stuck to my back, the blur of his hips as he fucked me with a slowness that bordered on cruelty.
And I’d love it.
His hips snapped forward, driving into me with sudden force that made my entire body jolt.
