Chapter 13

I woke up in the middle of the night, a little confused and somewhat panicked. I wasn’t sure why, I knew I’d just had a nightmare, but I couldn’t remember any of the details. The lights in the room were off, but there was a dim light from the outside spilling in under the door.
It outlined Cristo’s silhouette. He sat on the stool, arms crossed on the bed, leaning forward and his head resting on them as he snored away softly. I felt so bad for him.
Tentatively, I reached out for him, unsure if what I was doing was appropriate. I just wanted him to sleep okay and not be too tired to drive back home.
“Cristo,” I whispered with a gentle hand on his shoulder. I nudged him just enough for him to open his eyes. He blinked sleepily and lifted his head, yawning wide.
“Hi.” He grunted tiredly, and oh, my fucking goodness—what was his voice doing to me?
I felt so embarrassed at the very sensual reaction my body had to it that I pulled the comforter over my chest. Not that he would be able to see anything in the dark, but the blush on my cheeks wasn’t discreet in the fact that I felt kind of…turned on.
“You shouldn’t sleep like that,” I murmured. “You can sleep next to me.”
He seemed way too tired to protest and he immediately climbed up, staying on the comforter so there was an appropriate barrier between us. He sighed as if content, placing and arm over his eyes to fall back to sleep. He was undeniably attractive when he was asleep.
I looked at him curiously, wondering how he managed to just…be himself. So carefree and happy. Had he never suffered any hardship at all? I felt a little jealous at how easily he could fall back asleep.
He opened an eye to look at me and I gasped, tearing my gaze away from him.
“Can’t sleep?”
“I don’t know,” I quickly said, soft and confused.
He was silent for a moment. I felt him shuffle a bit and looked at him out of the corner of my eye. He turned on his side toward me.
“If you’re still…I dunno, shaken? I’m right here.”
“This is the third time you’ve saved me,” I said suspiciously. “How do you always end up at the right place just when I need somebody?”
He breathed deeply and glanced behind me. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing, really. But I promise I’m not stalking you.”
I stared down at my hand on the comforter and sighed, tracing random invisible doodles onto the fabric.
“I hate believing in fate and all,” I started softly. “Everything I did was on my own and for myself, you know?”
“Mrs. Beaumont mentioned that about you,” he replied almost too carefully. “Hyper-independence.”
“So that means I don’t believe in luck, either.”
“Is that why you blame yourself when things go wrong?”
I froze and kept my eyes down.
“Lilith,” he whispered. It sounded so intimate. I couldn’t help but look at him. I tried hard to breathe but goodness, he looked absolutely heavenly as the light caught his warm skin and silver eyes. “What if fate did exist, just for a moment? What would you do?”
I didn’t know what it was about the way he said it, but things just clicked in place. I found his gaze holding me steady. No words were exchanged as the energy in the air sparked onto my skin and kick-started my heart into a new rhythm. The ripple spread through my chest, and I could feel my skin literally wake up to him. His eyes, curious and warm, felt like they were beckoning me over. And I just…couldn’t refuse.
Slowly raising myself to crawl over to him, he wasted no time in propping himself onto his elbow and reaching out for me halfway, his hand landing on mine as I neared him. His fingers slid delicately up my wrist, carefully holding my elbow as our faces halted mere millimeters from each other, noses touching and breaths mixing. I could practically feel his lips brush ever so lightly against mine and…
I gave in and kissed him, almost moaning into his mouth from the way my heart exploded in my chest. A small gasp escaped my mouth and his breath hitched ever so slightly at that. His kiss was so soft and gentle; it stole my breath. The dizziness was more exhilarating than uncomfortable, and his hand sliding to the back of my head made it so much better for me to even consider moving closer lest he take it away.
He shifted to sit up and I broke out of my trance, crawling over to him all the way and letting him guide me onto his lap. He was visibly flustered and looking at his long lashes flutter as his shy eyes studied my face made me feel kind of flattered. Although, I was aware I didn’t look any less breathless. His chest rose and fell against mine slowly, and he gulped. I should’ve felt embarrassed, knowing he could feel my nipples perked up against him, but I wasn’t.
I really wanted him.
His hand cupped my cheek and drew me in. Our mouths met gently but moved with so much passion that I was quite literally melting between my thighs. I whimpered a little as I felt a hard rod prodding against my pajama bottoms. He groaned and grabbed my waist, running his hand up and down my back as if he were restraining himself from ravishing me completely. My sensitive skin made my back arch, pressing my chest into him. We were getting desperate by the minute, as he parted his lips slightly to swipe my lip with his tongue. I let him in and groaned loudly at how amazing his tongue felt against mine.
“Fuck, Lilith,” he grunted as his hands fell to my hips with a firm grip. “I…dammit.”
“I don’t mind,” I whispered into his mouth. As soon as I said that he practically melted against me, leaning forward to kiss me harder as he pulled me backward onto the bed. Keeping his hands on my thighs, he propped them around his waist and rolled his hips into mine instinctively.
“Oh…” My mouth fell open in a gasp. “Mmh.”
“Was that—”
“It’s fine.” I cut him off and pulled him down to kiss me. I felt his shaft pressing against his pants and lined against my clit so deliciously that I didn’t want him to stop rocking himself against me. My hips bucked against him of their own accord, making him moan lightly in my mouth. My breasts were swollen with arousal, and I wanted so much for him to touch my body wherever he pleased.
It seemed like he was reading my mind as his hands slipped under my shirt, travelling up my warm, bare skin. I only noticed that he had been discreetly undoing the buttons when my top suddenly fell away, and I felt the air on my chest. His lips moved down my jaw to my neck, where he sucked and licked lightly. I was losing my breath as his hand inched toward my breast, finally cupping it under his large, warm hand and brushing a delicate thumb over my nipple.
The air left my body.
“Did you like that?” he murmured against my skin. I could only nod. What followed was the most pleasurable feeling of his warm and damp tongue circling my nipple, making me moan out. His hands stayed firmly on my hips as he rubbed his hard-on against my hot and wet sex.
He needed to get rid of his clothes right now. I’d never, ever wanted someone as much as I wanted him in that moment.
With a mind of their own, my hands urgently shot out to the hem of his pants, untucking his shirt, and unbuttoning them. His hands clamped around my wrists. I looked at him nervously as he pinned my arms over my head and pressed his mouth gently to mine. I sighed, and barely registered him crossing my wrists to hold them with one hand. I relished his kiss, eyes closed as his hands moved away. Instinctively, I reached out for his neck, fingers wandering around aimlessly to his now bare, warm chest.
God, he was toned. His tongue caressed mine as I let my hands splay against him, travelling down his torso. He groaned a little in my mouth as his cock pressed urgently against my very wet sex. My hips bucked against his, moving slowly as my fingers found the button of his pants.
He was touching me everywhere, lips travelling down my neck and making me whimper with anticipation. He lay himself down on top of me, our bare chests pressing tightly together, making me even more flustered than I already was and frustrated that his pants were still on. I felt his finger tug at my waistband. I lifted my hips, slipping them off quickly, waiting for him to give me what I wanted.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped as his slick finger wiped up from my slick entrance to my clit, rubbing in delicate circles that drew out quick and desperate gasps. My face grew heated as he propped himself onto his elbow, staring down at my face with his eyes darker than a hurricane.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous like this.” His voice was so deep and guttural that it made my walls throb painfully. I looked away with an embarrassed moan. I could feel his gaze roaming over my skin and landing on my chest, seeing him licking his lips from the corner of my eye as he bent down to take a nipple into his mouth once more to suck on it gently.
I was about to lose my mind. His hand splayed out to cup my sex, massaging the lips in circles that sent my eyes rolling to the back of my head. And then came his finger, sliding in slowly inside me. It was hot, pulsating, and I squeezed my eyes together so tightly that it was bright white behind my lids. My vision grew faint again as he pumped it slowly inside of me, my back arching against his body with my mouth falling open in a silent scream. I gasped as he pushed in a second one out of nowhere, his pace growing quicker.
I felt his breath brush my lips as I moaned with each shot of pleasure that ran up my navel.
“Cristo,” I breathed, “please…I need you to—ah!”
“Need me to what?” he whispered, and I swear I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Just fuck me already.”
“But I am.”
I smacked him lightly across the arm and he laughed, kissing me roughly as he pulled his hand from between my legs, leaving me feeling cold and empty. I heard rustling as he moved around. Grabbing my legs, he nestled himself between them and slapped my thighs lightly.
“You’re really hot, you know?”
I groaned and covered my face in embarrassment, but my hands went flying to grab the sheets when I felt his warm, rock-hard shaft push against my entrance. I looked at his face, that smirky little shit, as he rubbed his bare cock against my sex and making me wetter than I could possibly be. But he finally showed mercy as he entered me in one swift motion, filling me up and making me scream.
“Cristo,” I gasped loudly as he pounded into me in long hard strokes, “I–oh, my fucking goodness!”
“You like that?” he groaned.
But I couldn’t speak anymore as my skin lit up, his hands on my hips blazing as his skin slapped against mine with each calculated thrust. I dug my fingers into the space between the mattress and headrest, trying to hold on as he then fucked me so hard and fast that my entire body bounced against the sheets.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he muttered, a hand sliding up to my ribs, stroking my skin gently before cupping my breast to brush his thumb over my nipple. I groaned loudly as he leaned forward slightly so that he was now pressing against my clit as we moved against each other.
I don’t know how long we were at it, riding each other like there was no tomorrow. But it was tomorrow, because the sun came up and I was still beneath him, desperate for his touch, his warmth, and all of his attention.
I’d never orgasmed so hard in my life.