Ch. 32
“I want to come screaming,” I whisper. "Please."
I don't know if he understood the double entendre, but Wake definitely grasped my intent. He lets out a guttural growl, and then his lips are back on mine.
This time, he uses his tongue as well. It feels like a velvet whip inside my mouth, sliding along mine, then tangling and rubbing with an urgency that takes my breath away.
I'm dimly aware of his hands moving under my nightshirt, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. Every nerve ending in my body seems focused on that spot, and when he moves upward and strokes my nipples, I moan into his mouth.
Wake doesn't stop there. He yanks my shirt up, exposing my breasts. The cool air causes my nipples to tighten, but before I can even react, Wake's head dips, and he takes my right breast into his hot mouth.
I cry out and arch my back, shoving myself closer to his hungry lips. He rolls my left nipple between his fingers, pinching it lightly, sending shockwaves of sensation through me. All the while, he continues to suck my other nipple, flicking it with his tongue.
Just when I think I'll die from the pleasure of it, he bites down on the tip of my breast, just hard enough to elicit another cry, this one more pain than pleasure. But then he's soothing it with his tongue, and all I feel is the sweetest kind of ecstasy.
His mouth returns to my lips, and his fingers continue to torment my nipples. I can't stop myself from lifting my hips, straining to get closer to him, desperate for some sort of relief. He slides one leg between mine and pushes his thigh up against me, pressing it right where I need it.
I cry out into his mouth as I rub myself on him, using him for my own pleasure. It isn't until I'm so close to orgasm that I'm panting that he stops kissing me. I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he slides down my body, stopping to suck one breast and then the other before pulling away completely.
I whimper at the loss of his heat, my legs trembling, my body strung so tightly I feel as though I'm about to shatter.
He spreads my legs wide, leaving me completely exposed.
"Wake." His name is a whisper on my lips, and when he looks up at me, our gazes collide. His is hot with lust and possession, mine heavy-lidded with need.
He drags his eyes down my body, his expression hungry, and my heart stutters in my chest.
And then he lowers his head.
The first touch of his tongue against my clitoris is like an electric shock to my system. I jerk, my body bowing off the wall, my back arching sharply. I clutch for purchase that isn't there, and cry out his name, unable to keep silent any longer.
His grip on my thighs tightens, and he presses his face harder against me, his tongue licking and sucking, teasing and taunting. My entire body trembles, every muscle quivering with need. "Wake," I whisper, and then louder, "Wake."
He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. I look down, wanting to watch him as he tortures me, needing to see his face between my legs. I find him looking up at me, his eyes burning with desire.
It is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
He holds my gaze as he moves one hand from my thigh to my core. He slowly slides a finger inside of me, his mouth still working my clitoris. I gasp at the sensation, my inner muscles contracting around his finger as if trying to draw him further inside.
He adds a second finger, then a third, stretching me. The delicious fullness coupled with the suction of his mouth is too much. My hands go to his head, clutching his hair as I bite my lip and try desperately not to cause a scene.
I come hard, my vision blurring as my entire body seems to explode from the inside out. He continues to stroke me with his fingers and tongue, dragging out the moment until I'm almost sobbing.
Only when I've stopped shaking does he pull away.
I'm still in a daze when he slides up my body and crushes his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his lips, and I lick his mouth eagerly, wanting more.
He lets out a satisfied chuff and lifts his head. "You do not understand yet, Phoebe. You are mine," he says, his low voice running my sex-frenzied nerves rampant.
His words should frighten me, but they don't. In this moment, I feel as though I would be perfectly happy to belong to him forever.
He kisses me again, and then he wraps my legs around his hips and thrusts deep inside me. I cry out at the exquisite fullness, the feel of him stretching me. I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he begins to move.
"Wake!" His name is a desperate plea.
He drives into me relentlessly, over and over, his thrusts so powerful that I can do nothing but hold on for the ride.
I'm no longer in control of my body. I'm merely along for the ride, my entire being focused on the intense pleasure Wake is giving me.
But then he shifts his angle slightly, and he hits a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. I scream, my vision going white as I come again, the orgasm hitting me with such force that I think I might pass out.
He reaches between us and presses his thumb against my clitoris. That small bit of pressure is enough to send me rolling right over the edge again. My body shakes violently, and my inner muscles clamp down hard on his cock. Wake lets out a hoarse shout and gives a final, violent thrust, burying himself deep inside me, his hot seed spilling into me.
I feel the heat of his release dripping down my inner thighs, and I can't help but shudder.
"Mine," he snarls again.
I nod along tiredly, heedless of what I'm agreeing to. "Wake, I--"
A beam of light cuts through the window, narrowly missing us. Wake drops me to my feet just as the knob on my front door begins to jiggle.
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