Page 89 of His Black Onyx

Chapter 46

Nate

It feels wrong. Everything about this feels so fucking wrong. I hate to see her hurt like this, and I hate to see her fall apart because of something I'm doing to her.

It's only a small consolation that I'm not only the cause of her pain, but also the only one who can take it away within an instant.

She relaxes as soon as I wrap my arms around her petite body, the grimace on her face is no longer contorted in agony and her body is not shaking under violent tears. She let all of that out in one deafening fit of weeping, but it seems to be gone as quickly as it erupted out of her.

She's still sniffling softly when I pick her up, a faint sigh fleeing her lips as she wraps her arms around my neck. I carry her inside without either of us saying another word. She curls up in my arms, burying her face against my chest as if she is trying to hide from the world.

I'm the one she turns to. I'm the one she trusts to protect her.

Maybe it's because she has no other choice. But I want to believe it is because she cares for me, just as I care for her.

I want to believe that to be true.

She holds on to me tightly as I make my way through the mansion, lucky not to encounter anyone else as I carry her up the stairs and to the bedroom we've shared ever since we got here.

It wasn't my intention to ask anything from her, to expect pleasure to replace the distress that overcame her outside in the backyard. All I wanted was to give her the break she asked for, a nap on the bed, a little rest for her drained body and mind.

But she doesn't let go of me when I place her on the soft mattress. Instead, she pulls me closer, tightening her grip around my neck and stealing an unplanned kiss. Her soft lips meet mine with cautious desire, warm and trusting, but wanting just as much. She parts them just slightly at first, the tip of her tongue trailing along my lower lip as if she was tasting me for the very first time.

I'm reluctant to give in at first. This is neither what I expected, nor was it planned. I'm not used to relinquishing control, and I'm even less used to having it taken from me by a woman like this.

She initiated this, she's the one taking something she needs from me.

And I'm the one giving. For now.

I adjust to her pace, abandoning my usual ways by reciprocating the slow and passionate motions of her lips and then her tongue, shyly exploring mine as if they'd never met before.

Tranquility cloaks our bodies as we engage in a sensual dance, undressing each other patiently without ever interrupting our kiss. But just like mine, her heart begins to race. Our craving for each other is fueled by fire and that flame is starting to grow. Our movements gather speed with every erratic breath we suck in between our kiss, and soon there's nothing cautious and casual about our play anymore.

Our kiss turns desperate and wild, as do our hands as they explore the other's body. We free each other of the fabric that stands between us, and she surprises me when she drops down on her knees before me, moaning at the sight of my throbbing hardness.

I want to stop her, if only to regain the control that's been out of my hands for too long now, but when her pretty lips wrap around my cock, I allow myself one more moment of weakness, exclaiming a deep groan as she begins to suck on my length. Her tongue glides along the lower side of my shaft, twirling around the sensitive spot at the tip, before she takes it all in again, not stopping until my thick head is pushed against the back of her throat. My core jolts with excitement when I hear her choking on my length, fighting for air whilst unwilling to let go of my cock.

I have never seen her this hungry, this frenzied to lose herself in a rush of delight. Her tiny hands pressed against my upper thighs, she rocks back and forth, driving me insane with her rapacious yearning.

It feels divine. It looks even better.

But I can't let it go on any longer. I need her. I need to feel her, more of her.

She sighs with a hint of disappointment when I retreat, quickly leaning down to pick her up and throw her on her back. Feral lust is flickering in her raven black eyes when she looks up at me, parting her legs without waiting for me to tell her to do so.

I'm on top of her a second later, not teasing, not torturing her with even a moment of reluctance as I place my pulsating cock at her entrance. Her entire body shifts when I thrust into her, her back arching with pleasure while she lets out a hearty moan. Her hands fly up, aiming to dig into my back, but I stop her by grabbing both of her wrists and pushing them back down above her head on the mattress. She mewls in protest, but it's a feeble attempt at best.

I know she prefers it this way, as do I. She may not be used to it, because no one has shown her before, but she craves to be overpowered like this. She was made to be used like this, and the when she squirms in relish beneath me, I know that each and every single one of her groans is genuine.

Her cheeks are flushed with lust, her entire body radiating unmistakable heat while I ram into her, each shove accompanied by a moan that's music to my ears. She tenses, her muscles clenching around me, and when she starts shaking her head, I know that she's close. Already.

"Yes," I encourage her. "Yes, let it happen."

Panic flickers across her expression when her wide eyes meet mine, her lips trembling while a thin layer of sweat is covering the area above her upper lip.

"Not... yet," she breathes.

But it's too late. Her climax attacks against her will, forcing an Earth shattering release out of her tiny body that makes her cry out as if in pain. She sounds ferocious, out of control, her mind drifting off into oblivion while violent tremors rock her body.

I've been thrusting into her with senseless speed, but slow down when I feel her tensing around my length, milking me while she rides the numerous waves of her rapture.

I can still feel her throbbing when I find my own release deep inside her, barely able to stop myself from collapsing on top of her petite self while I'm blinded and weakened by pleasure.

She took this from me. She took what she needed from me—only proving once again, that she holds me in a more powerful grip than she will ever know.

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