Page 57 of Commanding Chaos

“I…”

He spread my legs with his knees.

I parted them willingly. “I don’t know.”

He lowered his body, hovering just above me and rubbing the tip of his cock between my folds. “Are you afraid?”

“No.” My core tightened, anticipation building, becoming nearly unbearable.

“I will stop at your command.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Good.” He rose and turned me onto my back. The tip of his cock glistened with my wetness, and though my mouth watered to lick it, I stayed still, giving him complete control.

“What do you want me to do?” His voice was rough, thick with need.

“Anything you want.” Mine was breathless.

He arched a brow and raked his gaze down my body. “Where to start?”

A bead of moisture gathered on his tip, and he swiped it with two fingers and pressed them to my clit. He rubbed circles before slipping them inside me, pumping twice, and returning to my sensitive spot.

I moaned and gripped the sheets, but he made a tsk sound. “Not yet, my little witch. I’m not ready for you to come.”

Good goddess, hearing those words from his lips was hot. And knowing that, at any moment, I could flip the switch and take control made it that much hotter.

I reached for him, and he gripped my wrists, pinning them above my head as he straddled my hips. Leaning down, he hovered his lips a scant centimeter from mine, teasing me, his breath warming my skin. I opened, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine.

A pleased growl rumbled from his chest, and he released my wrists, sliding his hands down my arms to cup my breasts. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine and breathing deeply as if trying to control himself.

A masculine grunt emanated from his throat, and he moved down, giving my front the same attention he’d given my back. He kissed and licked, nipped and sucked, working his way across my chest and down my stomach.

My muscles tightened, and he spread my legs, settling between them and wrapping them behind his shoulders. His wicked grin said he wanted to tease me more, but the moment his tongue met my folds, he groaned.

“Gods, you taste good.” He licked again from bottom to top before sucking my clit between his lips.

Electricity zipped through my body like pinballs bouncing off nerves I never knew I had. I gasped and clutched the sheets again, but this time, he kept going, licking and sucking, working my sensitive nub in circles as he pumped his fingers inside me.

I tangled my fingers in his hair as the orgasm coiled in my core. He twisted his hand, making a come here motion with his fingers, and I lost control. Ecstasy exploded in my body, flames of passion consuming me from my head to the tips of my fingers and toes.

My hips bucked, but he held on, relentlessly pleasuring me until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Please,” I rasped, and he rose to his hands and knees, his eyes smoldering, the green undulating like hellfire simmering just below the surface.

He slid off the bed, pulling my hips to the edge and turning me onto my stomach again. My feet stood on the floor; my body bent over the mattress. I watched him over my shoulder as he took his dick in his hand and rubbed the tip against me. He slipped it inside halfway, and a pleasurable ache spread through my core.

Two short pumps, and he pulled it out again. I moaned in protest, and he chuckled. “Do you want all of me, little witch?”

“Goddess, yes.”

Gripping my hips, he slammed his cock inside me. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

I tried to respond, but all I managed were a few garbled syllables. He pumped his hips, filling me completely with each thrust. The sounds of skin slapping skin and his grunts of pleasure filled my senses, rendering me incapable of coherent thought.

He pulled out suddenly, and before I could protest, he flipped me over, tossing me onto the center of the mattress. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I managed a small whimper before he covered my body with his and thrust inside me. He kissed me passionately as he took me, holding my face in his hands and drinking me in like I was the last drop of wine on Earth.

I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as another climax built inside me. “Chaos…”

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