Page 45 of Unholy Nights

He lifts his head, his eyes so dark they look demonic. The flames reflected in them don't help. "No, baby. Your body is made for me, remember? There's no such thing as too much between us." He moves to the other breast, giving it with thesame attention until I'm writhing beneath him, my hips bucking against nothing.

"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for. I just know Ineed...whatever it is.

He smiles, but it's a feral, wicked thing. Then he's trailing kisses down my stomach, stopping just below my belly button, his hands gripping my hips. "Please what, little one? Tell me what you want." His lips brush my skin with his every one of his words and I shudder.

"I don't know," I whimper, my body painful from a craving I can't describe. Over a million words in the English language and I can't find a single one to give him. "I just... I need..."

"You need to come," he says, his voice a low growl as he pushes my thighs apart, exposing me to this holy place and the dark god kneeling before me. "And you will. On my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. You'll come until you can't take anymore, and then you'll come again."

His words are filthy, shocking, and they send a flood of heat straight between my legs. He slides down further, flinging my legs over his broad shoulders. He wraps one of his big hands around my thigh, holding me tight enough that I can't move. And then his hot tongue is on me, licking, sucking, exploring. When I try to wiggle away, he growls like an animal, his fingers digging into my flesh and holding me tighter.

He alternates using his tongue and his lips, sucking until I'm tingling and shaking all over and then switching to long licks with the flat of his tongue. I cry out, completely overwhelmed, lost, mindless. I've never felt anything like this before.

"Cohen," I gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth because he won't let them move any further. The stubble on his jaw scrapes along my sensitive skin and it hurts in the best way. "What are you... ohgod..."

He lifts his head, his chin glistening with my wetness. That’s still so embarrassing. My face burns at the sight of him like that. "Don't say his name," he growls, his voice raw and possessive while his grip on my thigh tightens to almost painful. "When you're with me, it's only my name on your lips. Say 'Cohen' like I'm your fucking prayer."

His eyes lock onto mine like he's daring me to defy him. The air between us crackles and sparks. I can feel his heart pounding against the back of my leg, matching the wild rhythm of my own.

Without blinking, he slides a finger inside me, and I clench around him. I'm the one to break our eye contact when my eyes roll up into my head and this time I do moan his name.

The satisfied sound he lets out sends a scattering of goosebumps across my flesh.

I may have no clue what I'm doing, but my body's operating on instinct. "It's been too fucking long," he murmurs into the slippery skin between my legs. It's so muffled I can’t be sure that's what he says because the words don't make sense. We've never done this before. "You're going to feel so good around my cock, little one. You're going to take every inch of me, and you're going to love it."

He adds another finger, stretching me, preparing me, as his mouth makes a mess between my legs. He's sucking and licking until I'm a writhing, dripping, moaning wreck. The pressure builds, my body tensing as I chase something just out of reach. My breath hitches, caught in my throat as a warmth spreads from my core, pulsing with my heartbeat. My muscles clench, toes curl, and my fingers dig into the velvet ribbon as it hits, a wave of pleasure so intense it steals my breath, my body convulsing as I cry out his name again.

Cohen straightens, his eyes locked on mine as he drags his forearm across his face, then brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. "That's just the appetizer, little phoenix.Now you're ready for the main course. I'm going to devour every inch of you, make you scream my name until you can't remember your own.”

Uh,yes, please.

His smirk tells me in the haze of feel good-ness that I’m currently floating in, I said that out loud.

He unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it off, and I drink in the sight of him, all defined muscle and smooth, inked skin, a necklace with a key on it hanging around his neck. Then he unbuckles his belt. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor echoes through the chapel and I wonder if this is the most sinful thing that’s ever happened here. He pushes his pants down, and then I see him. For the first time, I really see him. He's hard and thick, long and intimidating as I watch liquid bead at the tip and slide down his shaft.

"Do you know what this is?" he asks, his voice a low rumble as he gestures to the fluid at his tip. I shake my head, my eyes wide with curiosity. "It's called pre-cum. It's a sign that I'm really turned on by you."

I swallow as my mouth starts to water. I think... I want to lick him. I want to see what he tastes like.

My stepfather groans, his voice a low rumble I feel in my bones. "You're looking at me like you finally understand what it means to be starving," he murmurs, his eyes locked onto mine. "Like you'll die if you don't feel my cock on your tongue. But not this time. Next time, I'll let you explore. Next time, I'll have you on your knees, worshipping every inch of me with that sweet mouth. But I'm not patient enough to wait any longer to be inside you."

I bite my lip, the image of kneeling before him burning in my mind. I can't believe how much I want that, how much I want him to teach me. How did I not know that this is what I've been missing?

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I need—"

"I know," he murmurs, crawling onto the stone altar, over my body. The heat of his skin sears me everywhere we touch. "You need me to fill all those empty places you've never understood. To give you everything you've always craved."

His lips crush against mine and everything inside me sparks to life at once. This feels raw and real, like he's finally letting me see the darkness I've always sensed underneath his control. My hands fist around the ribbon as his tongue teases mine, still teaching me things I never knew about kissing, about wanting, about need.

It's the kiss of a conqueror, of a man claiming his rightful property.

Cohen is right. He's always right, and it's terrifying. I want him to show me everything. I want to learn from him. I want to give him the parts of myself I've never even seen, let alone shown to anyone else.

"This is what you do to me," he says as he breaks our kiss and I stare down between our bodies to where his hand is wrapped around his length, stroking slowly. More liquid slides down his shaft. "Every minute of every day for two goddamn years, I've been walking around with this, thinking about you. About this moment." He rubs his tip against my opening, teasing, taunting, but not giving me what I'm aching for.

"Have you thought about it?" he asks, his breath mingling with mine as our lips touch. "Did you think about me in your bed? Between your legs? What it would feel like when you gave yourself to me?" The tip of him slips inside of me but he holds himself there, just inside, his eyes on mine, his body so tense it's shaking as he holds himself back. "Do you think it will hurt?"

"I think it will," I whisper as a tear slips out and runs down my cheek. He licks it up and then he's staring down at me again.

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