Book 2 Chapter 30
The kiss swallowed the breath from her lungs and she loved it. She clutched at him, pulling him onto the bed fully, her fingers curled against his shoulders like she needed him as close as possible.
Ioannis shifted his weight carefully, still conscious of her earlier dizziness, but there was nothing gentle about the way he claimed her mouth. His hand slid down her waist, gripping the curve of her hip firmly, anchoring her beneath him.
Her heart hammered in anticipation of what was to come, her stomach tightened, her breaths faltered and came short but she didn't care, she just wanted him so badly.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jaw and down her throat, each slow movement had her body trembling and her toes curling. Yalda gasped, her back arched instinctively as his hand slid under her shirt, his touch was warm against her skin.
“Tell me to stop,” he sighed against her neck. He was truly worried about her, he was worried she needed to get more rest, he was worried she'd get nauseous and dizzy again.
She shook her head instantly and her hold on him tightened. “I don’t want you to.”
Another strained exhale left him. His hand lifted her shirt, exposing her skin to the cool air, and his mouth followed the path upward, he trailed kisses up her heated skin causing her breath to hitch once more.
“Ioannis…”
He groaned quietly at the sound of his name on her lips, it turned him on more than he could say.
They shed their clothes slowly but the tension curled tighter with every passing second. When he finally lowered her back against the pillows, he paused to scan her face for any sign of discomfort.
“Are you sure you're okay?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint.
“Yeah." she whispered. “Trust me.”
He kissed her again, deeper this time, with more purpose. He moved over her fully, his lips trailed down the column of her throat, over her collarbone. Yalda’s head fell back, a quiet moan escaped her as his lips found the swell of her breast. His tongue flicked against her skin, hot and wet, before his teeth grazed her gently. The sensation was electric, it sent a sharp jolt of pure need that made her fingers curl into the sheets.
“Ioannis…” she moaned again.
“Shhh,” he soothe.
He lowered his head again, and this time his mouth found her nipple, he began sucking on it gently, his tongue lapped over the hardened peak, circling it slowly till she was writhing restlessly.
Her back arched off the bed again and her hands flew to his hair, she wove her fingers into his silky locks like her life depended on it. But he didn't stop, rather, he sucked even more till she clenched her thighs to reduce the ache in between. He switched his attention to her other breast, giving it the same lavish treatment, his free hand came up to knead and gently pinch the one he’d just abandoned.
The dual sensations were overwhelming; pleasure and slight pain radiated from her breasts, coiling low in her belly.
His hand slid from her breast, skimming down her trembling stomach, dipping beneath the elastic of her panties. He didn’t rush. His palm pressed firmly against her lower belly, holding her still as his fingers moved lower. He found her wet, expectedly. She was soaking.
“All for me,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
His middle finger slid through her slick folds slowly, torturously. He knew she was severely turned on, he knew she wanted to be fucked here and now, so he took his time. He traced her shape, learning her all over again, circling her entrance but not entering, before finding her swollen clit.
Yalda gasped, her hips bucked off the mattress.
“Ioanni, please…” she was almost crying now.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
He began to move his finger in slow but firm circles, the pressure was perfect and unrelenting. The pleasure was immediate and intense, it was what she'd been begging for. Every rub and flick of his fingers had the knot in her core tightening, her entire existence narrowed down to this and it was like nothing else existed.
Her breathing became ragged, and her moans grew louder. She was climbing higher now, her muscles were tensing and her fingers tightened in his hair. She was so close, and just as she felt herself teetering on the very edge, he stopped.
Her eyes flew open, she wanted to speak but the words were stuck in her throat so all she could do was whine breathlessly. He was looking down at her, his expression was a mix of tenderness and fierce possession.
“Not yet, baby.” he commanded softly. He knelt between her thighs, pushing her legs apart with his knees, opening her completely to his gaze.
A thrill washed over her immediately, her anticipation peaked again and she couldn't wait to feel him inside her. Instead, he lowered his head and buried his face between her legs. The first flat stroke of his tongue against her clit made her scream. He licked her like she was his last meal, before he slid two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that perfect spot deep within that made her see stars.
He fucked her with his fingers in a steady, pumping rhythm while his mouth worked its magic on her clit.
The stimulation was too much at this point, the coil within snapped and her orgasm ripped through her without warning. She convulsed around his fingers, her cries were muffled by the pillow she’d grabbed and pressed her face into. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her, leaving her trembling and whimpering.
Before she could even come down from her high, Ioannis was moving over her. He positioned himself at her entrance and wanted no time in pushing into her. She screamed and thrashed from the stimulation but he caught both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Light exploded behind her eyes as he began thrusting into her, he was painfully erect at this point and he just had to fuck her else he'd lose her mind.
"Oh my God!" She screamed. She felt like she was about to implode.
"Mhm, good girl."
His pace picked up, all the while being mindful that she wasn't entirely well, and after a couple more thrust, he stilled and emptied himself inside her just as another orgasm hit her.
Their tangled breaths filled the room, he pressed his forehead to hers, his own breathing was unsteady now. He stayed above her for a moment, catching his breath, his hand brushing back the hair sticking to her temple before he eventually eased onto the bed beside her.
His arm slid under her shoulders, pulling her into him. She curled against his chest, her cheek pressed to his warm skin, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Her heart was still racing but her breathing was becoming even.
"How are you feeling?" He murmured.
She couldn't even bring herself to speak now, she just hummed a response.
“Get some more rest."
She didn’t argue, not this time. Not when she was completely drained. Her eyes drifted shut, and she felt his lips brush her forehead in a light kiss.
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