Chapter 245
I want to drown Wake.
He pulls back and looks at me for a long time. The intensity of his eyes, the way his jaw works, the muscles flexing in his chest and arms as his breath quickens. Then his hands are in my hair, tugging my head back as he bites and licks a hot path down my neck, across my collarbone, and down between my breasts.
He pauses there, his tongue lashing out to tease my nipple into his mouth. I cry out, and his free hand cups my other breast, squeezing firmly before his fingers pinch my nipple. The sharp, pleasurable pain is so unexpected, I suck in a breath and pull against his hand still anchored in my hair, but that only makes his teeth sink into my skin as he sucks and pulls harder, the sensation rippling through my entire body.
His mouth travels lower, leaving a trail of sharp bites along my stomach, then he moves to his knees and his hands grip my ass, tilting my hips forward and pulling me down the bed. My legs automatically spread open for him, and I watch his gaze travel over every inch of my skin.
"Tell me how to help you, Phoebe," he says, and his words sound so sincere that they make my heart hurt.
When I don’t respond, he raises his eyes to mine, his face gravely serious. "Tell me how you want me to make you forget."
My throat constricts, and I can't seem to get any air. His mouth is suddenly on me, and I gasp, the heat from his tongue shooting through me and making my eyes roll back.
He lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder, spreading me open even more, and presses his face into me. My hands fist in the sheets as his mouth works over me, his tongue tracing the outline of my lips, licking up either side before circling my clit. My whole body is trembling when he slides his hands under my ass, tilts my hips up, and sucks my clit into his mouth, hard.
I cry out and try to move away, but he's relentless, sucking and licking and pulling on the tender flesh. It's so intense, so overwhelming, it feels like the air around us is vibrating. The pleasure and pain are so acute, it's hard to distinguish one from the other, and I don't know if I can take it.
I'm trying to catch my breath, trying to tell him it's too much, or maybe nowhere near enough, when his finger pushes inside me, curling up to press against my front wall, and I lose myself in a wave of sensation.
He's relentless, sucking and licking, pushing his finger in and out. The pleasure is so intense, it's almost painful. He pushes his tongue flat against my clit, laving it, his finger hitting just the right spot, and it sends me spiraling. I'm spinning and falling, flying and shattering, and it's all so much, too much; I'm afraid it's going to destroy me.
But I never want it to stop.
When I come back down, my whole body is trembling.
I'm still vibrating when I sit up and grab his hand, tugging him towards me. He stands and steps between my legs. I lean forward and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. It's strange and intoxicating, and I want more.
I reach for his cock, wrapping my hand around it and stroking him, and he groans into my mouth.
I want to feel him inside me.
I scoot back, still stroking him, and lie down.
He follows, bracing himself on his arms above me. "Phoebe," he whispers, his eyes boring into mine.
I can see the need in his eyes, but he's still waiting, holding back.
"Please," I whisper.
His nostrils flare, and the scent of rain and sea brine becomes thick enough to taste. It overpowers the lingering sensations of my nightmare, comforting me even as it pushes my carnal desire higher. And yet, Wake still looks cautious, as if he's afraid I might shatter if he makes a sudden move.
"Fuck me, Wake," I say. "I need to know that you're here with me."
"Is that what you're afraid of, love?" He asks, his voice growing tight. He brings up a hand to tangle in my hair and presses his forehead against mine, "That is one thing you will never have to question for as long as I live, Phoebe. I swear it on my life."
I don't tell him that this is precisely what I'm afraid of. Instead, I hold him closer.
"Then take me, Wake," I tell him.
"With pleasure, love," he answers, and he does not make me ask again.
He kisses me deeply, and then his hand moves from my hair and grips my wrists, pinning them above my head. I feel him settle between my thighs, and then his cock is pressed against me, teasing, before he pushes forward and slides in, stretching and filling me.
My eyes close, and I can't help but whimper, "Oh, God."
Wake pulls back and thrusts into me again, and again. Slowly, so slowly, but hard, pushing me against the mattress. His breath is hot on my neck, and he bites and sucks his way down to my breasts. One of his hands slides down to grip my hip, his fingers digging into the tender flesh as his movements become more insistent, faster.
And it's everything I need.
Wake fucks me until we're both gasping and moaning, and the pleasure is so intense, it threatens to destroy me.
He's everywhere. He's everything.
When we're done, when our hearts are racing and the air is cool on our skin, he curls around me and whispers in my ear, "Do you feel that connection between us, love? It is sacred, something that no one can take from either of us."
I nod, and he holds me closer.
"Don't let go," I whisper.
"Never."
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