Chapter 151
His eyes darken and his lips come crashing back to mine, a growl rumbling through his chest. I cling to him, and when he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist. He breaks away to pant, his forehead pressed to mine.
I take the opportunity to whisper, "I want to feel you, Wake. When I go back, this is the only thing I want to remember."
He presses my back to the nearest cave wall and grinds against me.
We both gasp at the sensation. It feels like I'm on fire, burning from the inside out, but the way he thrusts his hips creates delicious friction against my clit. I can't stop myself from rolling my hips, trying to chase the sensation.
"Gods, Phoebe," he says. He drops his mouth to my neck and bites. Not hard enough to break the skin, but definitely hard enough that the pain mixes with the pleasure and has me moaning and digging my nails into his shoulders.
"Wake." I tip my head back to give him better access. "More. Now."
He chuckles. The sound reverberates through his chest, and it's such a relief to hear that sound. The scent of petrichor and sea brine fill the space, and fuck do I miss it. I miss the taste of him on my tongue. I miss the way he can make my toes curl with nothing more than his words and the promise of his mouth on my body.
"What's going on in that mind of yours?" He licks a line from my shoulder to my ear, then nips at my earlobe.
"Thinking about you."
He pauses. "Good things, I presume."
"Always." I slide one hand up to tangle in his hair and bring his mouth back to mine. He obliges with a growl, and I kiss him with everything I have, every ounce of longing and desperation. This might be the last in a long time I get to be this close to my other half, and it's a tragedy in its own right.
When we come up for air, I drop my head back against the wall, panting. He doesn't release me, and the way his chest heaves against mine makes me feel like there's a live wire running between us. I tighten my legs around his waist and grind down against his erection.
"Phoebe," he hisses.
"Inside me," I demand.
"Not yet." He takes my mouth in a fierce kiss, his lips hard and hungry.
I can't get enough of him. My fingers dig into his shoulders and his hair. I'm trying to anchor myself, but it feels like a losing battle. Everything about him is overwhelming. I'm drowning in Wake.
He releases my mouth, but it's only to trail his lips down my throat. He's sucking and biting, his teeth sharp and sending sharp sparks of pain and pleasure through my body. The scent of him is everywhere, filling my nose and lungs and making me lightheaded.
"Fuck." Wake's voice is hoarse. "You're perfect."
He slides one hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my pants. He doesn't go any farther, just strokes over the top of my underwear. I whimper and roll my hips. He nips at the junction between my neck and shoulder.
"Wake, please."
"Not yet," he repeats. "I want to savor this. Gods, I've missed the taste of your skin."
It's like he's determined to devour me whole, and the longer he holds off, the more I crave it. "You're driving me crazy."
"Mmm." His hand finally dips below the band of my underwear, and his fingers stroke over me, gliding through the wetness he finds. "You're so responsive."
I can't help the way my hips jump at his touch. "Don't tease me. I want you inside me."
He pulls away, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to pull him back. "Shh." He kisses me, quick and hard. "Patience."
I don't want to be patient. I want him to fuck me, and I want it now. I'm burning up. "Wake, please."
His expression is strained, almost pained, but his fingers never stop moving, sliding through the wetness until they find my clit. When they do, his breath leaves him in a hiss. "You're so wet, love."
"Yes," I whisper, arching my back. "For you."
He rewards me by slipping a finger inside, and my walls immediately clench around him. "I look forward to feeling you come apart for me," he growls. "I'm going to memorize every single moment of this."
That sounds... intense.
My breath hitches, and it has nothing to do with the way his fingers are driving me wild. I cup his face and meet his eyes. "Promise?"
"You have my word." His gaze is steady and sure.
I pull him back down for another kiss, trying to tell him without words what that means to me. He accepts it as his due, his lips demanding, his tongue sweeping through my mouth like he owns it.
In the distance, the rumble of thunder echoes across the water. We break apart, our eyes locked as Wake adds a second finger and crooks them both, rubbing against a spot that has my eyes rolling back in my head.
"Look at me, Phoebe," he growls.
The words barely penetrate the haze, but I do my best to obey. He's staring at me like I'm his favorite dessert, like he can't wait to have his mouth on me. My hips start rocking, trying to get him to go faster. He matches the motion, his thumb finding my clit and stroking it lightly.
"I'm going to remember every sigh and moan and shiver," he says. He leans closer, his lips brushing mine. "The way your pupils dilate when you're aroused, how the color in your cheeks deepens and creeps down your throat, the little gasps when I touch you just like this."
I can't stand it anymore. The heat and intensity have wound me up until I'm not sure I can bear another second. "Please, Wake."
He smiles. It's the one that makes him look like the most beautiful boy in the world. "Not yet, love. Not yet."
His eyes never leave my face, and his smile morphs into something else entirely, something darker. It makes my thighs quiver.
"I'm going to memorize how good you taste," he murmurs. "How perfect your cunt feels as it clenches around me."
My breathing goes fast and choppy, and I can't tear my gaze from his face. His pupils dilate and his lips part.
"And the way you move when you come. That's the best part. The way you writhe and buck, the little whimpers in the back of your throat. You're going to give me all of it."
"Wake."
"Shh." He drops a kiss on the end of my nose.
I have no idea where this playful Wake came from, but I'm here for it.
He drops his mouth to my ear. "I want you soaked and desperate for me."
"I'm already—"
He bites down on the lobe, not enough to hurt, but the bite of pain shoots a straight line to my clit.
"Wake," I whimper.
"I know."
The words are the only warning before he drops me and pulls off my pants and underwear in one movement. He's back a second later, one of his hands tangling in my hair and the other gripping the underside of my thigh. He hikes my leg up over his hip, and his cock brushes the folds of my pussy.
I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his length, positioning him so he can slip inside. I'm not sure who's more impatient, because Wake is moving before I even have him lined up.
He fills me in one smooth stroke. It's perfect and not enough and everything all at once. I'm already close. All he has to do is thrust his hips a couple of times and I'm coming undone, falling apart and calling his name.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck. "Stay with me."
I'm not sure if it's for me or for him, but it doesn't matter. The sound of his voice is enough to send me spiraling again. His breathing turns ragged, and he starts moving. He's pounding into me, the wall behind me rattling, and it's a small miracle that we don't trigger another earthquake, ether body or not.
"Phoebe, gods." Wake groans and presses his forehead to mine, his eyes closing.
"I love you, Wake. More than you could ever know." I wrap one arm around his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. My other hand is still tangled in his hair, and I use the grip to tip his face down so I can see his expression.
His eyes flash open and meet mine, and a small, feral smile stretches his mouth. "Mine."
He drops his head, and his teeth close on the soft skin at the base of my neck. It hurts, and I can't stop the low moan that escapes. My whole body is trembling, and when Wake's fingers slip between our bodies and circle my clit, the world whites out.
"Say it," he orders.
"Yours." It comes out as a choked whisper.
He's moving faster now, his hips ramming hard. "Say it louder."
"Yours." This time, the word echoes, and his lips curve in a satisfied smile.
"That's right, love. Mine."
He fucks me until I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but feel him, and even then he's relentless. He slams home, and I can feel his cock swell as he empties himself inside me. He doesn't slow, and neither does the orgasm ripping through my body.
"Phoebe."
"Yes." I'm not sure what I'm agreeing to, but the word escapes anyway.
He gives me a dark, smug smile and pulls away. It's like someone turned off a switch, and the sudden absence of him leaves me reeling.
"Wake?"
"Shh."
He picks me up, and the world spins, and suddenly, we're on the floor. I'm on my hands and knees, and Wake's weight is covering me from behind. He slips a hand around the front of my throat and pulls me up so my back is pressed against his chest.
He's still buried inside me, and the change in position makes him feel even bigger, and it's too much, not enough, I need more—
"More, Phoebe?"
"Please."
"Since you asked so sweetly." He thrusts into me, hard. I cry out and push back against him, trying to meet his movements.
The new position is incredible, the angle is exactly what I need, and Wake is unrelenting. Every stroke is a lightning bolt straight to my core, and I can feel another orgasm building.
"I want you to remember this when you're traveling through the ether. Right here is where you belong," Wake growls, his hips slapping against my ass.
I try to answer, but I can't catch my breath. My heart is racing, and the heat of Wake's body behind me is sending sparks up and down my spine.
He lets go of my throat and wraps his arm around my chest, his fingers finding and tweaking one of my nipples.
"Fuck!" The word escapes in a strangled moan, and I'm right there, the fire burning hotter and brighter.
Wake doesn't let up. He just keeps pounding into me, his teeth nipping at my shoulder and his hands playing my body like a well-tuned instrument.
"Come for me, Phoebe." His voice is strained, and I know he's holding on by a thread.
I drop one of my hands from the wall and slide it between my legs, finding the little bundle of nerves and circling. My whole body is shaking, and it won't take much, not much at all.
Wake groans, and the sound vibrates through me, and it's exactly what I need. I can't stop it any more than I can stop a freight train, and I scream his name as the orgasm rips through me.
Wake keeps thrusting, and I can't help the little, needy sounds that escape. It's so intense, the pleasure bordering on pain. It feels like he's touching every inch of me.
I'm so fucking wet, and he slides easily, his pace increasing until it's a frantic, punishing rhythm.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck." I'm shaking and crying, and everything is too much. "Wake."
"I know." His voice is rough. "Gods, I can feel it. Phoebe. Gods, yes. Yes."
My arms give out, and I collapse onto the bed. The new angle is enough to make me see stars, and I can't stop the cries and whimpers escaping me. Wake leans down, his chest pressing against my back, and his breath is warm and familiar on my ear.
"That's it, love. Come for me."
Everything disappears. The cave. The ether. Wake.
And then, everything explodes.
"Wake!" I scream, my entire body going taut. My hands and feet curl as I fight the pleasure coursing through me, and I can't keep still. I writhe under him, trying to pull him deeper. Trying to prolong the sensations.
"Fuck," Wake hisses. He drops his forehead to my back and pants, his hips jerking. I can feel his cock pulsing, and it makes me shudder.
I'm panting, and my heartbeat is still thundering in my ears. I can't stop shivering. It's like my nerve endings are raw, and every brush of his body against mine is too much.
Too much.
Not enough.
Never enough.
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