Page 109 of Creed

When I continue to stare at him in disbelief he laughs as he plucks them from my face and places them onto his own, giving me his wayfarers instead. He bites his lips and groans as he wraps a protective arm around me, leading me toward the elevator of the parking garage. “You look fucking sexy when you’re in disguise, baby.” He says as he kisses the top of my head.

After we get checked in, we don’t even make it off the elevator before I’m being scooped up and pressed against the nearest wall as Creed buries his face in my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. I wrap my arms and legs around him tightly, trying to pull him closer as he kisses a path down my shoulder and back.

“Creed,” I pant, the feel of his lips against my skin sending my body into overdrive. “I need you.”

“You have me, baby. Always.” He responds between kisses.

“That’s sweet, but I mean I need you inside of me.” He pauses and stiffens, standing stock still. “Like right now.” I finish in a breath.

Slowly he lifts his head and his bright blue eyes meet mine. I expect to see hesitation or some kind of question in his eyes to see if that’s what I really want, but that’s not at all the look he’s giving me. Right now he’s grinning like a fucking starved maniac and I’m the meal.

I don’t even have time to process the crazy before he’s carrying me out of the elevator and into a penthouse suite. The area is dimly lit but I don’t notice any of the details because nothing exists but Creed as he continues to carry me down a hallway, licking a path up my neck before kicking a door open and I’m being tossed unceremoniously onto a soft bed.

Before my body has even had time to bounce, Creed is already there, his body straddled over mine. My eyes rove up his body, all the hard lines hidden beneath a t-shirt that needs to be removed immediately. He looks like a God, looking down upon me and I’m more than ready to worship. My hands grip his shirt and start to lift, exposing all of the beautiful ink covering his abdomen, but his hand grips mine, stopping my efforts.

“Please—” I start to beg, but he cuts me off.

“We’ll get there, Stardust. I’m only stopping you to tell you that if I fuck you tonight, that’s it. You’re mine.” His voice is low as he shifts his weight and settles himself between my thighs so that we’re face to face. He dips his head and runs his nose up the line of my neck and across my cheek until our lips are a mere hairsbreadth apart. “I’m dying to sink my cock into your sweet pussy, but I’m just making sure you understand that the moment I take you, I am never letting you go. Like, ever.” He laughs and bobs his head from side to side like he’s rethinking his words. “I mean, I was already planning on keeping you, but fucking you will only serve to further solidify that notion.”

The moonlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows is just enough to illuminate some of Creed’s features to see that even though his words are playful, he’s completely serious. This man who took care of me like a brother would, who tried to friend-zone me for a week and now suddenly he wants me forever? I couldn’t begin to understand what the fuck happened to him that altered his brain chemistry over the last two years, but I can honestly say that I’m kind of obsessed with this over-the-top, possessive, obsessive, unhinged version of Creed.

All my life I’ve only ever wanted to belong to him, so if he wants to possess me, so be it. Is that a toxic thought? Fuck yeah it is, but I don’t care.

The thought has me tilting my chin up so that our lips brush when I whisper, “I’ve always been yours. Only ever yours. I want you, and you alone, Creed.”

He pulls back before I can kiss him and he quirks a brow at me as he grins like he’s in on some big secret that I know nothing about. “You sure about that?”

“Wh-what?” The question is hardly more than a breathy moan. I’m not sure what to make of that question. Here I am, ready to get fucked into oblivion and he’s questioning just how obsessed I am with him?

But in that same moment, the softest, sweetest deep brown eyes flit to the forefront of my mind. A flash of that fae prince smile, and soft auburn curls. I try to shake the image of Riley from my mind, but before I can ask Creed what the fuck he’s talking about he’s already stripping himself of his shirt before he moves to mine and before I know it, we’re both completely naked and he’s kneeling between my legs.

My mind goes completely blank when he runs his tongue up through the slit of my pussy, from entrance to clit. I gasp when he nips at the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

“Creed,” I moan his name as he sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time he sinks two fingers into me. I can’t stop panting his name as well as a string of curses as he sucks two orgasms from me, one right after the other.

My body just starts to relax when he climbs back up my body and grabs my throat in a soft grip as his lips meet mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips, and he swallows my moan as it escapes my throat.

“You taste like a fucking dream, baby.” He groans as he rocks his hips.

I feel Creed’s cock press against my swollen pussy, his piercing gliding over my clit with every torturously slow roll of his hips. When he feels just how wet and ready I am for him, he releases a groan that has me clenching my thighs around his waist and moaning with him. He reaches between us, feeling for himself just how wet I am and his bright blue eyes practically glow with feral lust and excitement. He fists his cock, tapping the head against my pussy and the coolness of the metal hitting my clit has me gasping and lifting my hips to get him where I so desperately need him.

“Please, Creed,” I beg, digging my heels into his ass to pull him in closer, but his body is solid as he hovers over me. He’s got a feral look in his eyes and I can tell it’s taking monumental effort to hold himself back by the way his body is practically vibrating with energy.

I don’t know much about sex, but I do know that I don’t want him to hold back.

It’s been years since my first awkward attempt at sex so it comes as no surprise that when Creed finally fucking gives me what I want, I wince at the sheer size of his head pressing into me. I grit my teeth and my body tenses, wanting some relief from the way he’s stretching me. Creed must feel the tension because he cups the back of my head with one hand and places a slow, soft kiss to my forehead before resting his own against it.

“Baby,” He drawls, his grip on me tightening. “I’m trying—I want…fuck.” He lifts his head, shaking it once before staring down at me and I raise a brow at him, waiting for him to finish. “What I want and what I should do are fucking night and day right now. I should be gentle and sweet and slow this time.”

I dig my nails into his shoulders, scraping a line along the muscle there before gripping the back of his neck, my fingers scratching at the hair at the nape before I pull down, his lips a whisper away from mine. “And what do you want to do?”

A wicked smile graces Creed’s beautiful lips, the primal beast within him clawing just beneath the surface and I want to fucking free it. “I want,” He bites my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and releasing it with a groan and a roll of his hips, the motion pressing his cock harder against my entrance. “I want to fuck you like this.”

No sooner do the words leave his mouth that his cock slams into me, burying himself to the hilt in one swift move. I cry out at the sheer size of him suddenly stretching me to the max and my body tenses for a moment, the pain of his entrance taking over momentarily.

Creed freezes and looks down on me in horror and his eyes widen in utter shock when he sits up and looks down at where we’re connected. “Shit.” He curses and it has me ignoring the pain and addressing his confusion.

“What?” I ask, my voice quiet and huskier than usual.

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