Page 20 of Heart of The Night

‘Then I’ll rip it all off,’ he said, staring at my chest as if I were the most beautiful work of art ever made.

I laughed. ‘Then you should be prepared to pay for new clothes.’

He grinned and took my nipple in his mouth, giving it a quick, harsh suck. ‘I refuse. I’ll rip all your clothes to shreds until you have nothing left to wear but my affection.’

A gush of heat spread across my cheeks. ‘What a poet.’

‘Indeed.’ He palmed my breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh. ‘And now I’ll make a poem out of your moans.’ With that, he seized my lips in a fervent kiss, as if I were his only gateway to genuine passion. The motion of his mouth stirred a similar feeling in me, our tongues intertwining in a fiery dance, the unique taste of each other melding into an intoxicating concoction of shared desire and sweet surrender. His ardour was palpable, stoking the fires of my own wild yearnings. I ground against him, sliding back and forth across his firm dick, lubricating him with my dripping wetness. He clasped the nape of my neck, groaning into my mouth, and his kiss grew harder, forceful, as if he was trying to overpower me.

Retaliating, I angled my hips and pushed backward, letting him slide right into me. The instant fulfilment made me gasp, breaking our kiss. I would never get over how far I stretched to accommodate him. It was just a notch shy of crossing into pain.

‘Fuck,’ he breathed out, his nails digging into my buttocks.

I groaned. With no latex between us, everything felt much more intimate – raw. The friction was more intense, heightening my awareness of him within me. He was warm, thick, and rock-hard, his veins rubbing exquisitely against my walls. Leaning back, I caressed my breasts as I moved against him, but I avoided grinding too much, knowing men were more responsive to a motion of up and down than back and forth.

I moaned, closing my eyes. He felt so fucking good – almost too good. But this position worked in my favour, enabling me to control exactly where he struck so I wouldn’t lose control over my pleasure.

He groaned again, the arousing sound prompting me to open my eyes. His abdominal muscles remained constantly flexed as I bounced atop him, his skin glistening under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier. The view was absolutely stunning.

‘Feel that, Will?’ I panted. ‘How I throb and clench around you?’

His response came as a moan, making me grin.

‘How perfectly you fit into me?’ I purred, my nails drawing lanes of red as they scratched the bulging muscles of his torso.

‘Cara, I swear to God—’ Another groan cut him off.

‘I wish you could stay inside me forever,’ I said, pinching and tugging my nipples. Seemingly hypnotised, he gazed up at me, his expression imbued with a soft warmth that spoke volumes. In the depths of his eyes danced a galaxy of unsaid words, silently communicating a profound affection that left me speechless.

Suddenly he pushed up, his mouth claiming my nipples with ravenous sucks. Groaning with excitement, I dragged my hands through his hair. Our new position was powerfully intimate, and it made my heart contract.

I loved having sex with him. I loved touching his bare skin, and I loved how high he made me feel. I had never experienced anything like this. Our connection was palpable, and in the throes of passion, cosmic. Truly, having sex with him transcended everything. It amounted to a state of total completion.

I was enjoying his body but, somehow, it felt much deeper than that – it went beyond the surface of the skin. I was experiencing his existence – every fragment of the stardust he was composed of, every whisper of his thoughts, every echo of his emotions. When our bodies moved as one, it was like our individual chemistry combined at a celestial level, and the result was a higher force that could never be undone.

‘Mmm,’ I hummed, pulling at the strands of his hair as I rode him.

‘Fucking hell, Cara.’ He gripped my hips, firmly, and pushed against them as if to impede my motions. ‘Show mercy,’ he pleaded when I shoved his hands away.

Staring straight into his eyes, I nuzzled his nose with mine and whispered an obstinate, ‘No.’

Clasping his shoulders, I pushed him down, pinning him to the sofa. As I left insatiable kisses across his throat, I kept bouncing on him, and his subsequent moans were unlike any I had ever heard. I had hardly moved like that for a minute, and already, he was producing the strangest, most arousing noises. The sound was a peculiar blend of elation and despair. Amazement? I couldn’t tell, but I knew I hadn’t heard a more exciting sound all my life. From the noises he made, it was clear I was succeeding; I was devastating him the same way he devastated me, leaving the other in splinters only to combine our pieces.

‘Fuck, Cara,’ he hissed. His hands found my hips again, and his grip was so hard that I struggled to move. ‘Cara, stop.’

Stop? Was I hurting him? I slowed at once. ‘What’s the matter?’

He shook his head, and he looked… lost. ‘I’ll come if you keep this up.’ His chest rose and fell with his deep, laboured breaths. ‘I mean it.’

His answer only reinforced my determination. Grabbing his hands, I removed them from my hips and leaned forward. Locking them on either side of his head, I continued to rock against him.

‘Ah.’ He grimaced, eyes beseeching me. ‘Cara, shit. How the hell are you doing this?’

I gave him a wet, lustful kiss. ‘Doing what?’

‘When you’re leaned forward like this’ – his breath came in ragged gasps – ‘you’re rubbing so precisely round my head. Seriously, you’re gripping my cock so fucking hard.’ Another beautiful moan slipped from his mouth as I bounced down on him again. ‘You’re striking it too perfectly – I can’t.’

He had absolutely lost control, and it excited me beyond measure. Fixed on sending him over the edge, I charged down on him and ignored how much pleasure I derived from the friction myself.

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