Page 56 of Apex of the Curve

Chapter Fourteen

Fenris…

She tasted like fresh autumn rains and the thin mountain air – crisp, and cool – but in taste only. She was hot to the touch, her pussy slick with arousal and perfuming the air with the delicate scent of her sex. It was so sensual, so organic and raw, and the only thing better was her reaction.

Her keen green eyes met mine without hesitation as she watched me both curiously and with trepidation. When my tongue parted her pussy lips and I teased her clit with the tip? That was enough for her to relax any tension or resistance her body held.

Her head dropped back and her hands tangled in the furs by her hips. I grasped her between my hands, delving them beneath her bottom to cradle her while I lapped at her pussy, feasting on her panting breaths, her little moans, and loving every twitch and writhing pleasure I dragged out of her.

I slid a finger in her and gave an “Mm” in appreciation. She was tight and I could only imagine if she felt this way around my middle finger, how she was going to feel around my cock.

She was dripping wet for me, her arousal turning me on even further as I felt around the roof of her pussy for that slightly rougher patch, knowing that yeah, I’d found exactly the right spot when she sucked in a sharp breath and her hips bucked. I lavished her clit with attention from my tongue and teased her from the inside simultaneously while her pussy put a stranglehold on my finger. I couldn’t wait for that same sensation around my dick, but it wasn’t about me right now, tonight… it was about shaking Aspen’s tree and seeing if I could loosen her up a little.

“Oh, my God!” she cried and sucked in a sharp breath. I fought to finish the job and not to smile just yet, not until I had her fucking coming all over my face. It didn’t take long, she cried out, stuffed the heel of her hand to quiet herself and practically convulsed on my bed, her pussy rhythmically gripping my finger, as I played things out, teasing her clit with my tongue, sucking in a deep breath of my own as her thighs clapped shut around my ears.

I didn’t let up until she begged me to stop and let me go. I stood slowly, sucking her essence off my fingers and looking down at the beautiful, shattered mess of her lying in my bed. I wondered if she wanted anymore or if I’d finished her with the one orgasm. She looked up at me, green eyes heavy lidded with satiation, her perfect tits rising and falling with her panting breaths and I loved that I could unmake her so thoroughly.

“You want this?” I asked, gripping my cock and stroking it lazily.

She nodded, unable to speak, and I smiled, feeling cocky.

“You sure?” I asked and she nodded again and reached for me. I went to her, crawling over the top of her, settling between her thighs. She pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me thoroughly, and I was thoroughly impressed. Some women didn’t dig making out after I’d just gone down on them. Aspen really didn’t care.

“You want me to fuck you?” I growled in her ear and her words slowed my ass way the hell down.

“I want you to love me,” she whispered back, and her voice was so brittle, so vulnerable, I pulled back to look her in the eyes.

There was something there in the glittering green depths of her eyes, the window down into her very soul… a profound weakness, a deep and abiding hurt, her self-esteem in a deeply crumbling and eroded ruin. A pain I couldn’t even begin to speak of.

She was a maiden who held her hand out to me, for the injured, wild animal inside me that’d had its foot in a trap for I don’t know how long. That hand promised an end to the hurt, promised to sooth the rage and pain I’d held inside for so long… too long.

“I can’t help but love you, baby,” I whispered and kissed her gently, taking my time to work my way inside her carefully, letting her body adjust to mine.

She whimpered slightly, and I stilled and asked softly, “Too much?”

She shook her head and answered back, “Not enough.”

Her arms went around my neck and I braced my forearms to the bed so I wouldn’t crush her as I glided through her wetness and barely kept control of myself when I fit myself all the way inside of her. I drew back slowly and surged forward carefully, striking a slower, gentler rhythm than I normally would have for my own satisfaction.

This wasn’t something that was meant to be rushed. No, Aspen was a woman meant to be savored.

I rolled my hips slowly, deeply and she wrapped herself around me as best she could. It was work keeping up this pace, but worth it with every gasp I brought from her lips, swollen with my kiss; and likewise, with every one of her breathy exclamations of pleasure, I felt a small jolt of my own fulfillment.

Nothing left me feeling like more of a man than having my hands slicked with the blood of my enemy or turning a woman boneless beneath me with rapture and bliss.

With how unhappy Aspen had been, and with good reason, without a doubt the fact that she writhed like some goddess of sex and power beneath me right now made me feel on top of the world.

She was sinuous, all gracious curves and perfect grace. Her skin satin and silk, her pussy warm velvet where it gripped my cock as I slid myself with some effort in and out of her body, pressing for that spot. I delved my arm beneath her, raising her hips off the bed, driving into her rock steady, searching for her G-spot, determined to absolutely wreck her, to blow her fucking mind, to make her come so hard she left the earth behind.

She belonged among the stars. The crescent moon her throne, my beauty, my queen, and I would worship her until the end of all time if she would let me.

I’d never in my entire existence, up until now, felt this way about anybody. I couldn’t tell you why I felt this way about her. There was just something about her – beautifully broken on the inside, an echo of my own hurts. So brave, that she could mend, could heal from all of the shit she’d been through. She made me believe again. That if she could do it, so the fuck could I.

“Oh, God, Fen!” she cried and clung to me as I stroked just right. She held onto me, gripped me, worked me into a fervor that wouldn’t be contained.

“That’s it, baby,” I urged. “Tell me when you’re gonna come.”

“Close, I’m so close.” Her voice was breathy, beautiful, ethereal, the barest of breezes through the tall pines, and I loved it. I loved the sounds she made. I loved the feel of her. I loved how she arched, and how, as I brought her close and closer to that final shining plunge, she forgot to breathe altogether. I loved how her eyes closed, her head fell back, her mouth worked but no sound came out, how she cried, straining to get the words out, “Oh, God, I’m coming!” before she clenched around me so tightly, I couldn’t move an inch further inside her or withdraw.

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