Page 44 of Red Velvet

He lets go of me and I turn around as quickly as my broken body allows. I'm sweaty and dizzy, wavering as I move on the bed. I'm too exhausted to worry about poise when I fall on the mattress face first, so relieved to be lying down with my tortured skin up in the air, away from the cruel touch of the silk underneath.

I can't see him but I hear him moving, shedding clothes next to the bed. I want to turn and look at him, to finally see him, touch him, have more of him than he was willing to give before. But my body betrays me, locking me in place, every motion a threat to my sanity.

Even when I feel him climb on top of the bed next to me, I'm unable to respond in any way. I remain motionless, glued to the red silk while he finds his place next to me.

I flinch when I feel his fingertips at the back of my upper thigh, only teasing, barely touching my skin as he travels up to my core. A pinch at the inner side of my thigh beckons me to open, to make room for his curious touch where I enjoy it the most.

Moving my legs has never been harder. Even an inch to the side seems impossible at first, but I manage eventually, suppressing a groan as my sore skin burns even under minimal pressure.

"You did great, Lila," he whispers, the dark tone of his voice soothing me. "Fucking perfect."

I want to thank him for that peculiar praise, but words still fail me. I just smile into the mattress, possibly unbeknownst to him.

He hums with apparent approval when his fingers reach my core. I sigh as he moves farther, barely caressing the tortured skin on my thighs when he parts my lips with his fingers, letting a third slide along the middle. My wetness speaks louder than my missing voice, answering his question for me.

I don't understand how, but I'm insanely wet and delirious with hunger for more. He brushes against my swollen nub, awakening another wave of eager lust and causing me to hollow my back below him.

"I knew you'd like that," he whispers. "I knew you could take more. But still, it looks like I underestimated you."

I groan with carnal longing when he shoves a finger forward, gliding inside my channel with ease. Everything he does is cautious and gentle, the polar opposite to what happened before.

And it's driving me insane.

I'm still woozy from the excruciating suffering of before, my body still processing the pain that has no equal in anything that’s ever been done to me. Yet, all I want to know is what it would feel like to be fucked by him now. To be stretched by his enormous girth, causing me even more pain, and to have his ripped pelvis clash against my broken skin as he rams into me.

I squirm while he toys with me, never really rubbing my clit but just passing by it, caressing my throbbing center with his fingertip for just a second before it's gone again.

I try to speak up, to share my crazy wish, but my throat is dry and sore from all the crying. It's as if I've been robbed of my voice for real, as if some higher power decided I was no longer allowed to speak.

All I can do is hollow my back and grant him more leeway by spreading my legs a little more.

He must see it. He must understand what I need right now.

"On your knees."

I obey without hesitation, supporting myself on my elbows as I push myself up from the mattress, bending my shaky legs until I'm resting on my elbows and knees, my tormented ass up in the air.

"Fuck, Lila, what are you doing to me?"

My heart jolts at his coarse voice, relishing the deep and honest need that resonates in it. He sounds just as mad as I am, just as hungry, just as greedy to feel me.

He moves quickly, situating himself behind me with urgent speed. His hands find a place to hold on to without pinching the skin he broke with the flogger, digging into my side while he guides his length where I need it urgently.

"Remember, you asked for this."

The push that follows his warning is everything I could ask for. He's no longer gentle, not cautious. There's nothing delicate about the way he shoves forward, stretching me with his entire length from the start. He holds on to my sides, pulling me toward him while he moves his hips. My ass is pressed against his pelvis, just like I imagined, but instead of burning cries of agony, there’s just a warm throbbing, spreading and moving throughout my core.

It doesn't hurt. On the contrary, it’s exhilarating. Better than the heaven I just left.

I find myself leaning backward, into him, begging for more of this without using my voice. Of course, this is more than what he needs to understand my craving. He starts moving, rocking back and forth and taking me with him. My head falls forward as my eyes close, savoring every moment as he fills me with his enormous hardness. Every thrust brings me closer to a peak that I trust to be even better than the ecstasy I experienced earlier. Even with everything that’s happened since, I still remember what it felt like to climax with him inside me.

That's why I don't want to wait. I don't hold back, taking everything he's willing to give, holding on to every little spark of control he's willing to hand over to me.

Still, I'm surprised when it overcomes me. My orgasm doesn't come with a loud fanfare, doesn't hit me like a sudden explosion. It comes in waves, like it always does, but these swells are calmer, more patient and with a might that’s new to me. I groan, returning to my feral self as I float along with them, accepting every single blissful kiss.

We're moving slower than before, but there's still fire in everything we do, a burning passion that finds its voice in the hot ache on my skin as he collides with my ass, and the even hotter sparks that illuminate my entire body and soul while I ride my orgasmic high. I know he's joining me by the way he lingers as he pushes forward, adding one, two more especially deep thrusts as his groans blend with mine, creating a chorus that can only begin to describe the paradise we've discovered.

Together.

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