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I’d given her no warning.
Something ripped me from the inside out, like a uncaged demon burning hell to smithereens. I looked up at her again and assessed the darkness clouding her eyes. She couldn’t actually want this, could she?
Her lips parted and mouthed a word. “More.”
My heart stopped, my stomach clenched and my cock leapt.
And I let the madness take me.
Rose
His eyes blazedand he leaned back in towards me. A traitorous moan escaped my lips releasing the heaviness of my craving. His tongue flattened and made a wave motion against my lace underwear, dancing across my clit in delicious slow ripples. More soft gasps rolled off my lips as I savoured every sensation his tongue created. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his thumb reached across and pulled the lace to one side. His hot, wet flesh against my clitoris made me shake. Suddenly, my pants disappeared, and as if I wasn’t already in heaven, his kisses and licks made my head spin. They were slow and teasing, just keeping me on the edge of bliss.
“Oh wow,” I gasped, resisting the urge to rotate my hips and chase his tongue. Each time I pressed forward slightly, he pulled back, enforcing full control. It became clear quickly, if he wanted me to feel the flat of his tongue, he’d give it to me when he chose to. If he wanted me to feel his lips sucking gently on my clit, he’ddo it in his own time. The tension in my legs made me weak. I needed to come but I didn’t want this to ever end. He hadn’t given in yet, I could tell; he was simply giving me something he knew I desperately needed.
He paused briefly, his lips resting on my pussy. “Do you need to come, Rose?” His voice had deepened to unrecognisable depths.
“Yes,” I gasped. It took every ounce of effort to speak. “But I still want you inside me, Dax. I still want you to take my virginity.”
He stilled for several long seconds before flicking out his tongue again, making me jerk.
“Promise me. Please.”
He lifted his head and gazed up through thick black lashes. His lips were shiny with the evidence of my arousal. He grabbed handfuls of my bottom and fisted, the pain heightening my arousal even more. My skin bruised as he lifted me off the floor and sat me on the chair he’d leaned his weight on only minutes earlier.
“Relax,” he ordered, stroking the skin he’d just wrung out like a cloth. “I promise.”
He pushed my thighs apart and fed his tongue into my heat, planting a palm against my stomach when my body involuntarily bucked towards him. He alternated between burying his tongue inside me and sucking on my clit until the room turned white.
“Jesus, Rose, you’re so wet,” he murmured as a fresh wave of lust poured out of me.
“You made me this way,” I choked out as the crest of the wave approached. I reached one hand behind me and grabbed the back of the chair while the other gripped his hair pulling him even deeper onto my clit.
God.
He clamped his mouth over me and sucked hard, swirling his tongue round and round until every single muscle in my stomach clenched hard. My jaw unhinged and a feral noise ricocheted off the walls as I shuddered through an intense orgasm.
I held him tightly as I rode it out, violent spasms almost folding my body in two. My heartrate barely had time to settle before I was lifted again and carried into his bedroom. Our eyes connected and held onto each other fiercely, not breaking as he laid me on the bed. My gaze flitted between his good eye and his white one, both appearing otherworldly and utterly perfect. He pressed one arm into the bed while he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his legs. Without tearing my gaze from his, I unbuttoned his shirt until it hung open revealing a flash of scar tissue from his right shoulder to his belly button.
He settled between my legs, his cock hard and angled towards me, then he lowered his lips. He reached a hand into my hair and fisted it hard before kissing me softly. Everything about him screamed contradiction. One side hard, one side soft. One side blessed; one side damaged. He was yin and yang personified. Without scars there can be no perfection.
Without shadows there can be no beauty.
He licked my lips and tongue with gentle urgency, biting, nibbling and sucking while the head of his cock pressed against me. Instinctively, I lifted my knees, opening myself up. His cock slid into my entrance and Dax stilled. Even his lips stopped moving as though he’d been turned to stone.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I whispered against his warm skin.
He released a pent-up sigh and kissed me deeply, his cock burrowing another inch. I held my breath anticipating pain, but so far I had only felt slight discomfort and unfamiliarity. He was stretching me from the inside out but nothing about it felt wrong.
Dax pushed himself in a little then kissed and caressed my lips while I acclimatised. “Are you okay?” he asked between short breaths.
I nodded, not trusting the words that might come out of my mouth. I was more than okay. I felt amazing. Womanly and strong.
“This won’t make you come,” he said, in a voice so quiet I had to concentrate to hear. “Not the first time.”
“I know that.” My throat was dry with nerves.
He paused and stroked the back of his hand down the side of my face. He was only halfway inside but it felt as though I couldn’t take any more of him.
