Chapter 239
Wake’s fingers hook under the waistband of my pants, and he slides them down over my hips, exposing my pussy.
"Gods, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, running a fingertip along the outer lips of my core.
I'm about to protest when he spreads me wide, and his mouth presses against me.
I cry out, a wordless, senseless sound, and then his tongue is sliding through the slick folds of my sex, tasting me, exploring me, and the words disappear, and my world narrows to his touch.
His mouth moves up, and his tongue finds the sensitive nub, teasing, swirling around the edges, and then flicking across the tip.
My head rolls back, and my hips arch, pushing against his face.
He groans, the vibration humming through me, and the sound sends shivers of pleasure rippling down my spine.
His mouth closes over my clit, sucking and nibbling, and I feel his teeth graze the sensitive flesh.
A low, keening moan escapes my throat, and the room around us melts away, and it's just his lips and his tongue and his fingers, and the fire that's building inside of me, growing hotter and brighter, spreading through my veins and igniting every nerve ending in its path.
He pushes two fingers into me, filling me, and the stretch is just this side of pain.
But the pleasure is so much more.
His fingers curl and thrust, and his tongue strokes and sucks, and the heat in my core becomes a white-hot inferno.
He slides a third finger inside of me and I moan, my entire body trembling.
It's too much, and it's not enough, and every nerve ending in my body is alive, raw and exposed, and the pressure is so intense I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out.
His free hand grips my hip, holding me still, and his tongue swirls around the tip of my clit, and the tension inside of me snaps.
My back arches, and my body convulses, and a wave of pure ecstasy washes over me, drowning me, carrying me away.
When the stars finally clear from behind my eyelids, Wake is hovering over me, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Are you happy now?" I ask, trying to catch my breath.
"Deliriously."
I narrow my eyes at him.
He leans down, his mouth close to mine. "You taste good, little mate."
I flush.
Wake presses his lips to mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.
It's strange but not unpleasant.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine, his dark eyes searching mine.
"Are you going to fuck me or not?" I growl.
Wake grins.
"With pleasure," he murmurs.
He reaches down, gripping his cock through the fabric of his pants, and a shiver runs down my spine.
I can see the outline of his erection, and my mouth waters.
I'm desperate to taste him.
To feel his thickness stretching my lips, his length pressing against the back of my throat.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask.
Wake's gaze meets mine, and his eyes flash with desire.
He frees his cock, and I lick my lips, staring hungrily at his impressive length.
"Come here," he growls, his voice low and rough.
He grabs the backs of my thighs, lifting me off the floor, and slams his cock into me, hard and fast, and I scream.
I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he fucks me, his thrusts long and deep and merciless.
My nails dig into his skin, and he grunts, his pace increasing.
I can feel him growing even harder inside of me, and the feeling is incredible.
It's almost painful, the way he fills me, but it's the kind of pain that makes me ache for more.
"That's it," he says, his voice a low growl. "Scratch me, mark me. Let them all know that I am yours."
He drives into me, deeper and harder, and his grip tightens, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass, and I moan, my body shuddering.
His cock is so hard, and his pace is relentless, and the friction is exquisite.
I can feel the heat building inside of me again, the tension and pressure growing and coiling tighter and tighter.
Wake is relentless, his pace increasing, his thrusts growing faster and deeper, and the sound of his flesh slapping against mine is intoxicating.
My orgasm is building, and it's close, and I'm not sure how much longer I can hold on.
"Wake," I gasp. "I'm close."
"I know," he growls, and his voice is filled with a mixture of amusement and pride. "I can feel it."
"Don't stop," I beg, and I can hear the desperation in my voice, the pleading.
"I won't." He nips at my ear, his teeth scraping across the sensitive skin, and I whimper, the pain blending seamlessly with the pleasure. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms, little mate."
His words send a shudder through my body, and the fire inside of me flares, the pressure and heat growing, becoming almost unbearable.
I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, and I can feel my climax approaching, the wave of ecstasy about to crash over me, and I surrender myself to the pleasure.
I'm teetering on the edge, so close to release, and then Wake shifts his angle slightly, and his cock brushes against a spot deep inside of me that sends sparks exploding behind my eyelids, and a shockwave ripples through my body.
My muscles tense, and I arch against him, my entire body shuddering, and I'm forced to swallow the scream that comes tearing up my throat, the sound echoing inside my own head.
My release consumes me, and my vision blurs, and I'm dimly aware of Wake's voice in my ear, his voice hoarse and ragged.
"That's it, little mate," he groans. "Come for me."
The sound of his voice and the feel of him inside me is overwhelming, and the pleasure is almost too much.
I feel like I'm floating, weightless and untethered, and the only thing holding me together is Wake's arms wrapped tightly around me.
The tension slowly eases, and the tremors subside, and I sag against Wake's chest, my heart pounding.
Wake's breathing is ragged, his chest heaving, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my ass.
"Amazing," he murmurs, and the warmth in his voice makes me smile.
My voice is barely above a whisper. "You're telling me."
He chuckles.
I don't make a move to leave and neither does Wake. Time manipulation powers or not, we both know that when we open that door, the insanity of reality will start again. It's something that we're going to have to face sooner rather than later, but if I can get another five minutes wrapped in Wake's arms, pressing skin to skin, I'm sure as hell going to take it.
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