"Sloane." Before he could finish, I leaned forward and opened my mouth. That was all the invitation he needed.
With a groan, he easily turned us around so my back was laying on the couch while he hovered over me, his lips never leaving mine. I buried my hands in his short black hair and gripped his shoulders while he roamed my body, explored, and began tugging on my clothes. Our movements turned more frenzied with every passing second, with every inch of skin bared free. So did the need to feel, explore, and relish in the other's touch.
His hand moved over my Soulweb Glyphs and it was as if he had stroked my clit. A hiss of pleasure escaped me, but it wasn't enough. I had a feeling it never would be.
There was an ache for him inside me that seemed unreal in its intensity. Our fight and the last couple of days had only intensified it, and now I felt like an overboiling pot that needed the lid taken off.
"Say you want me as much as I do you," he rasped by my ear, trailing light kisses down my throat.
"I want you, Vraax. So much!"
He groaned. "I love it when you say my name."
We were fully naked when he scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to the bed, where he gently put medown, hovering above me, taking me in from head to toe. "You're so frygging beautiful, Sloane.”
I leaned up to lock my arms across his neck to pull him down, needing to feel his skin. He gently cupped my breast, kneaded it, eliciting a jolt of longing raging through my entire body. His thumb brushed over my nipple, back and forth, and I arched back in his embrace, giving him better access to absorb each stroke that lit me on fire. Ah shit, his caresses felt so damn good. His lips closed around the other nipple, making me gasp in pleasure. How could anything feel this perfect?
I gripped his shoulders. My palms burned when they made contact with his flesh. His shoulders were incredibly wide, and they were so hard and strong that I couldn't get enough of running my fingers over them.
My pussy was already drenched before his free hand moved between my legs, but when he cupped my sex another gush followed my loud moan.
"You're so wet for me," he groaned, gently nipping at my nipple.
"Fuck Vraax, I need you," I gasped.
I spread my legs underneath him, his fingers, already wet from my juices, found my clit and he brushed them all around the hard, aching little bud, increasing my desire. His thumb joined in, applying a delicate yet firm pressure, and I felt electric waves of pleasure rushing through me.
"Please, Vraax," I pleaded, arching my back and thrusting my hips upward. "I need you inside me now."
He let go of my nipple and looked up at me through burning eyes; I saw my desire for him reflected in them, and it nearly brought me to the brink. With a deep, satisfying growl, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward. I felt the head of his cock slide against my folds, teasing me cruelly before finally entering me completely.
A long sigh of utter bliss escaped my lips. This felt so right.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, causing a fire to spread through me as I met each one with eager support from my hips. Our bodies slapped together rhythmically, creating a symphony of wet sounds that filled the air around us and heightened our arousal even farther.
Vraax's eyes locked onto mine, his expression a perfect blend of passion and desire. He gripped my hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more powerful. The pure, animalistic lust burning within him was as strong as mine. His breath grew ragged; his lips parted, revealing the tip of his tongue as he focused on maintaining our pace. His gaze never wavered from mine, searching for reassurance that I, too, was caught in this fierce whirlwind of carnal need.
And I was.
Nothing in this universe compared to him, to his body inside me, around me.
I met his gaze, my own eyes mirroring the hunger I saw in his. My hips continued to rise to meet each thrust, my cries of pleasure mingling with the slapping sounds of our bodies connecting. It was primitive and raw and arousing beyond measure.
Vraax's eyelids fluttered closed momentarily as he neared his breaking point. His body tensed, his muscles flexed with the force of each thrust, as he drove himself deeper inside me. His cock, his beautifully, ridged cock, moved against my walls, pushed them apart to their limits, each stroke was a caress that brought me closer to coming.
"Sloane!" he growled, his voice hoarse with passion, his breath hot against my ear as he ground himself against me. "I'm going to come!"
The knowledge that I was driving this powerful man to this height of pleasure sent a shiver through me, causing my own climax to build rapidly. My walls tightened around him, milking him as I cried out in ecstasy, my peak drawing ever closer.
"Sloane!" he roared, his voice a deep rumble as he buried himself deep inside me one final time before freezing in place. I felt his cock jerk and twitch as he released his seed, filling me with his warmth and farther stoking the flames of my own desire.
I was so fucking close. The tension inside felt like a coiled spring waiting to be released. Vraax's eyes met mine once more, his gaze burning into my soul as he pulled back and rocked back into me. Burying himself inside me to the hilt.
A wave of pure pleasure crashed over me, causing me to gasp and claw at Vraax's back. His name spilled from my lips in a series of guttural moans as the ecstasy built and built until it threatened to consume me. My pussy clenched around his cock in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat, pulling him deeper inside me with each surge of pleasure.
I cried his name, almost panicked, because so much pleasure couldn't be possible, could it? My body felt like it liquified around him, as if I was melting into him or he into me.
His lips crashed down on mine, bringing me back from wherever the hell it was my mind had floated off to, and I grabbed on to him while my body quivered around him in an utterly pleasurable way.