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Chapter 26
Ana
Before I can ask if he’s alright, he’s pushed me back against the bed, swallowing my questions with his lips and his tongue and his breath all mingled in with mine. There’s an intensity to him, one I could feel skirting at the edges of his actions before but which crashes over me now in full force.
His lips claim mine, his tongue driving into my mouth in a demanding, domineering way that takes my breath away and flings my body into full awareness. He shifts against me, his hips pushing up into mine, and he grabs my thigh and draws it around him, squeezing his fingers into my skin as he presses against me.
I gasp and break our kiss, feeling my eyes roll momentarily with the overwhelming sensations suddenly bombarding me, and his mouth once more finds its way towards my neck.
“Y-you are okay, right?” I manage to say, because his reaction is intense and I don’t want to later find out that there was something wrong but I was too wrapped up in myself to notice. “You don’t need a doctor or anything, do you?”
“I do not need to see a medic,” he rasps against my skin, and even his voice sounds more intense now. “I need to see you.”
Then he hooks his fingers around my pants and sits back, yanking everything away from me in one quick swoop that leaves me lying naked and panting before him. His eyes are absolutely burning as they dance across my skin, dark and hungry, and before I’ve even fully adjusted, he buries his face between my legs and draws his tongue straight up along my pussy. Both his hands grip firmly at my inner thighs, spreading me wide as his hot tongue presses into me and his hot breath ghosts over my skin and his wet mouth closes over my clit.
The throaty, shocked moan that tears out of me would probably surprise me if I had the presence of mind to feel anything but pleasureright now.
It’s like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. I feel consumed,I feel needed, I feel like he’s going to break me apart and put me back together again and I don’t care, I want him to, let him do to me whatever he wants, I’m his, I don’t care.
“Vahadr,” I moan again, arching my back and gripping at his hair, wanting to buck into his lips but being utterly restricted by the delicious pressure he exerts on my thighs. “Oh god!”
He moans into me and I can feel it vibrate through his lips, feel him slide a finger inside me as his mouth focus on my clit and oh my god, I can’t…
A second finger slides inside and I feel a little stretch, but it’s alright because he keeps working me with his mouth and it feels so good.
“V-Vahadr.” My voice is unrecognizable to me, and my neck is arching and my eyes are rolling and oh my god. “I d-don’t want your fingers! I don’t want your mouth. I want you.”
He groans again and then pulls back, and I cry out at the loss as he slips away. I hear the clinking of a belt buckle and when he throws his pants from the bed, I sit up.
“Wait,” I whisper before he moves forward, and I press my fingers to his chest to hold him back as I stare.
And suddenly, I’m not quite so sure that he’s even going to fit inside me.
His cock is thick. White and long and solid, it curves up towards his abdomen and has rows of black dots from the base to the tip, just like the dots on his eyebrows. And right at the top, protruding above his base, is a second swelling with two prongs.
With my breath still coming in ragged gasps, I come to my knees and reach a hand towards him, running my fingers over his skin. The dots are raised, slightly textured, and when I slip my palm up towards the rounded swell of his head, I hear him take in a quick breath. But my eyes are riveted to his base, and as my hand drifts back and presses at his second swelling, I notice that it’s slightly springier, softer than the rod of his cock but still firm. He shudders when I touch it, and his fingers come up to slip into my hair.
“Ana,” he murmurs, and I finally look up at his face. His expression is somehow soft and intense at the same time, the blue of his eyes bright and his face looking somehow flushed even though there’s no extra color in it. “You don’t have to be nervous. It will be good.”
I hitch in a breath and squeeze my fingers involuntarily around him, and he cups my cheek in his palm. “I promise. I will make it good.”
“How can I be scared of something and want it so much at the same time?”
His mouth curves up into a smile, and he ducks his head down to give me a long, hot kiss. “Because your body already knows what your mind is about to find out.”
I take a deep breath and allow him to rock me back into the bedsheets once more, spreading my legs as he settles down between them. The sight of him hovering above me, both arms braced on either side of me, his usually perfect silver hair tussled and falling messily into his eyes…it’s oddly comforting. I feel safe in this position, cradled, almost, and when he leans down and starts kissing me, the added sensation of his cock sliding gently over my wetness, his textured bumps rubbing back and forth against me…it has my breath coming in erratic gasps in a matter of seconds. When he draws his mouth away and offers me a firmer roll of his hips along my folds, I moan and clench my fingers into his back. I like the way his sharp teeth bite at his lower lip at the feel of me—or at my reaction, I don’t know. I don’t care. Even when I’m nervous he makes me feel so good.
“Do you want my fingers again?” he asks, and the way his voice comes out slightly strained sets my heart thudding even more quickly against my chest.
“No,” I moan, wrapping both my legs around his hips and pulling him down into me, grinding myself against the addictive texture of him. He lets out a ragged breath of his own and drops his head beside mine for a moment.
“Ana.”
“Please,” I gasp, “please, please, I need you.”
He makes a deep noise in the back of his throat and grabs suddenly at my thigh, shifting himself. And when he slides his tongue against mine once more, he slides the thick head of his cock gently inside.
I instantly clench up and cry out with a mix of shock and pleasure and pain, and he pulls away from my lips to look at me.
