Page 98 of Legendary

He pulled himself away from my neck and looked over his shoulder. “Huh, what about it?”

“Umm, it’s not closed all the way,” I pointed out.

His shoulders moved in soft laughter as he turned back to me. Nick leaned down and kissed me again, licking at my bottom lip. “So?” My little exhibitionist.

I heard him wince a little as he trailed his wounded arm down the side of my body, shifting back a bit, so that he could move his hand to the front of my stomach. He grazed his fingers along the top of my leggings, teasing me as he nuzzled my nose.

“Nick, your arm.”

“Stop talking.”

“We aren’t done talking about any of this you know,” I reminded, making sure he knew that everything that occurred in the last few hours hadn’t been forgotten. His deflection methods were pleasurable in the best ways, but they wouldn’t help either of us in the long run.

Nick pushed his fingers inside my leggings and immediately placed them between my legs, rubbing over my panties. I saw the strain in his forearm as he tried to bite back the pain of using his hurt arm. I pressed my top teeth into my lip. “Do you want me to stop?”

I heard the shuffling of feet outside the door and laughter coming from the dining area that was just down the hall. Creatures were still riding the high of Purgatory nightlife despite a bleeding angel coming through the hostel less than an hour ago. He thumbed my panties to the side and ran his fingers over my pussy, not applying much pressure, but letting the pads of his fingers glaze over where I was aching for his touch. His groan ofsatisfaction almost sent me over the edge. “No.” I said in a rushed breath.

“Good because you’re so wet that I don’t think I could.” He circled his fingers over my entrance and brought it up to my clit, rubbing. I didn’t have much to hold onto in my current position, so I reached up and grasped the back of his neck. I let out a soft moan as he applied more pressure to my clit, his bicep flexing from his movements. He trailed his fingers back to my pussy and pressed two of his fingers inside, extending them upwards, massaging and rubbing that spot that made my eyes flutter closed.

“Fuck, Nick…” I started, but I was cut off when he flicked his wrist up in a steady motion, rhythmically fucking me with his hand and his fingers felt good and right. The sound of my wetness echoed into the room, but I didn’t care, it was the last thing on my mind. I let out whimpers and a loud moan that was entrapped by his lips on mine. He kissed me so fervently that I was almost worried I wasn’t giving enough back to him.

He shushed me. “We don’t need someone to come in here and watch how well you take my fingers, have them watch when you come all over my hand, do we, needy one?” He raised a sneaky eyebrow at me and kept pumping his fingers into my pussy over and over again. He thumbed my clit, making rapid circles, almost mimicking his punishing fingers.

I shot my eyes to his, my voice was breathy and low when I spoke again, “something tells me you might get off on someone watching you make me come.” I pulled his face down more and licked his earlobe. His whole body shuddered, and his hand started moving more forcefully. There were no voices in my head during this, no darkness brewing, no need to see blood or force someone’s hand. I wanted this feeling to remain forever, but I knew it couldn’t so I would ride it out for as long as I had it. And riding it out while also riding the hand of my stubborn emotionally withholding angel was probably the perfect way to do it.

I heard heels click outside the door and someone running past, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was scream from the way Nick’s fingers stretched me and curled over just the right places. His hand moved faster, pumped harder as his chest rose and fell. He didn’t look like he felt that pain in his arm anymore, like he distracted himself from it. He was distracting himself from a lot it seemed. “Nick, fuck, I’m so,fuck, close.” I dug my nails into his neck as he rammed his fingers into me, rougher and filled with so much need that it was almost—almost—too much.

“You want everyone to hear you come, baby? Or do you want it to be just for me?” His thumb pressed on my clit, sliding back and forth from how wet I was. His cock was straining against his pants, rubbing up against me, practically begging to be let out.

I opened my mouth to speak, but every little sensation caused me to have to close it and try again. There was a tingle settling low in my belly and it churned, bubbling up.

“Just for you.” It felt like I was saying a lot without saying much at all. It had a sexual undertone obviously, but when he looked at me, there was so much more to it. Lilith wasn’t in my head, at least not for the moment and it was a nice feeling not to be judged and looked at like the Soul Seether. His darkness wasn’t something I could sense right now even though I knew it was present and waiting for another chance to strike. If this is what he needed to feel like he was in control and that everything was alright in his mind, then I would let him have this.

He brushed his lips over mine. “That’s my girl, come for me. Just for me.”

My stomach was in knots as I closed my eyes, his fingers curling one last time and I saw stars. My sounds didn’t have time to release because his mouth was there, stealing them from the rest of the hostel, the rest of the realms. I brought my other hand up and placed both my hands on either side of his face, keeping him near me as he pulled back. I gave him one more peck and looked down, feeling his fingers pull out of me, but he drew lazy lines along my throbbing pussy.

I giggled a little. “You should add master of deflection to your angelic resume.”

He kissed my nose. “It’s not deflection.”

“What would you call it when we are discussing something important that you would like to avoid? A cease in the conversation where you finger me into some sort of hushed compliance?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows at him. His facial expression told me he wasn’t getting away with anything and he knew it. I reached down and pulled his hand from inside my leggings, being gentle when I turned his hand towards him and placed his fingers in his mouth. His eyes never left me the entire time he tasted me on his skin and my knees nearly buckled watching him. He pulled his arm from my grasp and wrapped them around me, taking full advantage of palming my ass.

He let out a heavy sigh, one that took up his whole chest. “I’ll talk about it, I promise.”

“Oh promises, I pride myself on taking those seriously.” He leaned down and kissed me again. I tasted myself on his lips and that warm scent of his wrapped around me. His darkness wanted to connect with me, but I felt like so did his light.

“I promise. Please, trust me.”

“I do trust you. I’m just…” I rubbed my lips together trying to find the words. “Worried about you.”

He smiled at me and none of that nonchalant dull sadness was there. I wondered how long this would last before the darkness put him in pain again. I wondered how long it would be before Dimitri gave Lilith my message and she rained pure tyrannical hellfire on us all. They wanted to storm her castle, so maybe I should let them. Maybe I should quit playing her cat and mouse game. Nick would never last in there like this, she would have the dark engulfing him in minutes.

“I know baby, I know. I’m not the priority here though. As much as you don’t like me saying it for my own sake, this mission is the priority.”

“Ugh, Nick…”

A knock at the door shocked us both and we looked towards the semi-open door. Reese poked his head in, a mischievous grin on his face. “What are you guys doing?”

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