Chapter 238
Wake kisses me like he means it.
Like nothing else in the world matters but me.
I sink into him as his tongue slides between my teeth and strokes my own.
His fingers are in my hair, gripping the back of my head, pulling me closer.
He smells so good, like the ocean, like salt and sand and wind.
Like home.
I slide my hands up his back. It's a gentle touch, but he trembles beneath my fingertips.
He breaks our kiss to look at me, those onyx eyes searching mine as if he's afraid to look and find that I've vanished.
His thumb strokes my cheek.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers.
I blush, looking away, but he catches my face, tipping it back toward him.
"So, so beautiful," he repeats, his thumb brushing over my lips.
They part, and I take his thumb into my mouth.
He inhales sharply.
I flick my tongue over the pad of his finger, and he closes his eyes.
"Gods," he breathes. "I don't think that I will ever get my fill of you."
I bite down on his thumb, hard enough to express precisely what I think of that notion. He just smirks.
Wake pulls his thumb out of my mouth and kisses me, hard.
His hands slide up under my shirt.
I gasp against his lips, arching my back as his fingertips trail up my spine.
"Take off your clothes," he demands.
My stomach flutters with anticipation, and I begin unbuttoning my shirt.
As soon as the last button slips free, Wake tugs the shirt down over my arms and drops it to the floor.
He looks me up and down, and the heat of his gaze is enough to make my cheeks burn.
"I want to fuck you."
I smirk. "I don't think we have the time for that."
"Then make the time."
I laugh, remembering that, in theory, I could do just that. "I can try. Do you mind if I go high-five my grandma really fast?"
Wake growls, stepping toward me, crowding me up against the wall. "Forget it. Let them wait."
He leans in to kiss my neck, and then lower, pressing his lips against my breastbone, and still lower, tracing the line between my breasts with his tongue.
Goosebumps spread across my skin.
Wake kisses the side of one breast and then the other, teasing, torturing, before he finally wraps his mouth around one of my nipples and sucks.
A moan escapes my throat, and I dig my nails into his shoulders.
The heat of his mouth, the warmth of his tongue, the slight sting as his teeth close around the sensitive flesh—it's too much and not enough, and I feel my pulse throbbing between my thighs.
My entire body is aching, begging for more.
He bites down, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to elicit a sharp cry.
He glances up at me, dark eyes meeting mine, and my pulse quickens.
No matter how long we've been together, every time Wake looks at me like this, it feels like I'm being hunted, like being targeted by an apex predator, and I become very aware that this is a creature who could kill me without breaking a sweat.
It's thrilling, and terrifying, and erotic as fuck.
He grins, a slow smile, all sharp, white teeth, and my heart hammers.
His fingers trace along my inner thigh.
I shudder, and he trails his mouth along the curve of my breast, kissing the soft flesh, tracing his tongue over the smooth skin.
Wake shifts, his body sliding lower, his lips moving over my stomach, down to my hip bone, where he scrapes his teeth along the sensitive skin there, and I shiver.
His fingers continue their slow journey up my inner thigh, moving agonizingly slowly until he's just barely grazing the outer lips of my pussy.
I groan in frustration, and I feel his laughter vibrate against my ribs.
Asshole.
I dig my nails into his back.
His tongue traces circles around my nipple, and his fingers finally brush against the center of my core, gliding along the length of my slit, and I gasp, the sound echoing off the stone walls.
"You're so wet," he says, his breath warm against my chest. "Is that all for me?"
"Yes." I moan as he presses his fingers against my clit, grinding the heel of his hand against the sensitive nub.
"Good." He sucks hard on my nipple and I cry out, my body trembling, my head tipping back against the wall.
He's still teasing, his touch light and fleeting.
It's maddening.
Wake moves his lips back up my chest, nipping and licking his way up my throat until his mouth is right against my ear.
"Do you want me as much as I want you, little mate?" he murmurs, his voice a low, sensual growl.
I can feel his cock straining against the front of his pants.
I reach down and grasp his shaft through the fabric, squeezing and stroking, and he groans.
"Tell me," he orders, his teeth closing over the shell of my ear, and I gasp, a spike of pain racing through me, and my grip tightens.
"Yes," I breathe, and he grinds his hips forward, his erection pulsing in my hand.
"Tell me exactly what you want," he demands.
"I want your cock," I moan. "I want it inside of me, fucking me, filling me up."
He chuckles, the sound dark and full of promise.
"Such a dirty mouth," he teases. "And everyone thinks you're so innocent. So sweet."
He punctuates the words by sliding one finger into me, and I cry out, my back arching.
"If only they could see you like this," he says, and a second finger joins the first, and he curls his fingers forward, stroking against the upper wall of my pussy, and stars explode behind my eyelids. "They would die. But at least they would know the truth."
I can feel an orgasm building inside of me, the tension and pressure growing stronger and stronger as Wake works his fingers in and out, faster and faster, until he's thrusting into me, hard and deep, and I'm shaking, my nails raking across his back, and he grunts in pain, and the sound sends a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through me.
I'm almost there, so close, when he stops.
My eyes snap open, and I glare at him.
He's grinning.
I narrow my eyes.
"Don't stop."
"Oh, I'm sorry. You thought this was a one-sided game?"
"You're an asshole."
He laughs. "And you're demanding."
"Just fuck me," I beg, my body throbbing, aching for him, but he ignores me, kissing his way down my body, his lips brushing over my stomach… and lower… and lower.
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