Page 103 of When Night Falls

Lightning strikes outside as I feel my orgasm cresting. He thrusts his fingers gently and uses his tongue to build up the throes of my pleasure. It's unreal how easy I unravel for him. But being filled by him with his mouth against my clit is dangerously close to what it feels like falling into the depths of sin.

Thunder cracks through the sky.

"Rivian," I cry out as he pushes me further and further into the abyss of my rapture.

He likely feels my walls clamping around him, tightening as I close in on the last thread unraveling at the murderous hands of my husband.

Waves build, crashing against my resolve as I nearly lose hold of my shaky legs. My head shoots up to watch him take from me.

And then, the storm hits.

Everything explodes as I cry a song of pain and pleasure, feeling wracked with so much desire as it tingles into my spine and up to my head. My eyes roll back and I let the last of my orgasm calm what shook. Rivian lets up his tongue but doesn't move from my pussy. His fingers slide out of me slowly before he licks up the cum I left in his wake.

"You are fucking ruinous, sweet sin." His compliment is followed by deep kisses against my inner thigh and then my navel before he moves his way back up over me but not before he slides my lace thong down my legs and tosses it aside. He has to do all of the work because after I let go of my legs to ride the wave he took me on, they feel numb with so much satisfaction.

Once he’s hovering back over me, he kisses my forehead, then my temple. I feel so coveted beneath this man.

"I'm ready to take you now, Lucynda. Are you ready?" He's not asking to make sure I feel like my body can handle his. He's asking if I'm sure I want to move forward with this part of our night, allowing me the choice. I know that after I give my virginity to him, we'll have to drink from each other and then…

"Are you going to kill me tonight?" I ask, as I look up at him reticently. I want to prepare myself for the pain of dying more than anything.

"I don't have a choice, baby." He traces a finger along the rough edges of my scar.

I wrap my arms around the back of his neck as I close my eyes and breathe into his hand. "But I promise you won't feel a thing," he assures me. And I believe him.

I know I want this. I know I want to be a part of whatever Rivian has to give or offer. I will live in a world of a thousand secrets and in a home built with forbidden walls as long as itmeans I get to feel as powerful as he’s making me feel right now. As long as I get to have whateverthisis.

I open my eyes, finding him watching me have an internal conversation.

"Am I going to bleed?" I ask, feeling a little embarrassed and shy at the thought.

He lowers his head so that our foreheads are touching. "Fuck, I hope so," he admits and something savage awakes in me. "I hope you bleed for me forever, sweet sin."

I need him inside of me; I can't get his underwear down his body fast enough.

I pull myself into him, pressing my lips harshly against his skin. I taste the sweat that percolates and dribbles down his neck, it's salty and so deliriously satisfying as I kiss his neck. I suck and scratch and pull as he settles himself back between my legs.

I feel it before I see it.

His dick hangs heavy between us. Full, thick, and so hungry for my body. I see the glisten of his tip knowing that I've made him spill a little for me while he made me come. I swallow, not understanding how he thought two fingers would prepare me for the size of him. A god-awful joke now that I think about it.

"Rivian," I gasp, feeling his tip slide against my thigh. I'm so wet and I can't fucking handle the tension that’s coiled up inside of me. But at the same time, nerves rattle me as I think about the way I'm going to stretch for him.

"I won't lie to you, Cyn. It's going to fucking hurt. But I won't finish until you do, understand?" His strong arms hold himself up on either side of me and our centers line up with one another.

I feel so incredibly special to be in this position with Rivian. Why? Because he's dark, mysterious, invasive. He’s killed for me. He's elusive and powerful and right now, his dick is hard for nobody but me.

He reaches between us to grab the base of his cock. My mouth waters again but almost in agony. He searches my eyes for any indication that I'll tap out but instead I let out a little breath and ask, "Can I?"

He smirks. "Fuck, you are going to be my undoing, Lucynda." I feel pride in that statement. But I push it aside to find the courage to replace his hand with mine.

My breath hitches. The feel of his dick is like velvet against my skin. Warm and thick in my grasp as I hold him by the base just like he was demonstrating.

"I- um. I-"

He presses a finger to my lips. "Shh," he whispers as he quiets the words that I can’t seem to form.

"Put me in, baby. Let me know if it's too much and I'll stop." He sounds eager, but he wants to make sure I'm not in too much pain.

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