Page 41 of Volatile

“This is why I broke up with Wes,” she said softly.

Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her breath heavy. He wondered if she’d meant to say that out loud.

“That day you put your hand on me, over my mouth. It wasn’t much, but it was the most I’ve felt since... I don’t know when. I knew right then I couldn’t be with him anymore, not when I felt that much with you.”

Hell, yes. She was getting rewarded for that honesty.

“Oh fuck,” she blurted out when his mouth covered her again.

He stroked the soft flesh at the top of her thigh, enjoying the tremble of her muscle underneath. “At any time, you can tell me to stop, Ivy.”

She exhaled a long moan. “Why would I do that?”

His tongue satisfied her outside, his fingers inside, his teeth keeping her present. He bit down lightly on her clit, and she jolted. Then she moved into a full-body quake. She had no idea what her body was capable of, but he intended to show her.

He didn’t stop, didn’t go easy on her as he brought another orgasm right on top of the last. She panted out what sounded like, ‘wait’ but that was not a word he’d respond to. She was not telling him to stop, and he had no intention of slowing down. He wanted her mind blurred about where her body began and ended.

“How many times have you come in one night?” Maybe he’d just broken the ‘no personal questions’ rule, but this was something for the moment. He didn’t need to take ownership of her past, not when he had possession of her present. There was time for all that later. Right now he only wanted to give her more pleasure in a night than she’d had in a year.

“I don’t knooooow....”

Her cunt clenched around his fingers. Tight. Drenched. Fucking beautiful.

She tried backing away from his mouth but the continuous orgasms weakened her, and even with no restraint from him, she had little fight. He knew it felt good, better than she was used to, but it was also tinged with pain. There was no other way to experience back-to-back orgasms. Eventually, it all swirled together like a drop of dark, pure chocolate in a bowl of sugar. It was mainly sweet, but the bitter was still present, until they both mixed so thoroughly it was impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Her body responded masterfully, and he was flying high right alongside her. He didn’t stop until he felt she truly couldn’t take any more, not by her words—which had ceased to exist—but by her physical cues. Her hot skin daubed with sweat. Her faraway look partly masked by her tangled curls.

He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. “You are so beautiful.”

He had no other words to say. She took his breath away. He gathered her into his arms and cradled her. He’d been tame by his standards; there were so many other directions he could have taken her, but she didn’t have the mindset of a submissive, and he wouldn’t treat her as such. But she still responded to him perfectly, and he’d given her an experience they both wouldn’t forget.

A much-needed breeze had picked up, blowing over them. He held her, making sure she didn’t get too cool. He wanted her to stay still for a while before he carried her into the house, and he’d continue to care for her that night as long as she let him.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness as she dozed off. His mind raced, yet he felt calm. Things felt right in his world. He felt right. And he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do about it.

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