Page 80 of Velvet Chains
I grabbed the headboard to stop from sinking all the way inside her.
“Please,” she said, her breath so soft I barely heard it. So soft that I barely believed it.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Kieran. Please.”
“Good girl,” I said softly. “You’re such a good girl for me. I love it when you ask for my cock.”
I thrust into her deep and full and unhurried, keeping my hand on the headboard to remind myself not to break. Each time I moved, she gasped, and every gasp chipped away at whatever small piece of me was still pretending this wasn’t all I ever wanted. That she wasn’t all I ever needed.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, heels digging in; I knew she was trying to take control, and I knew I wouldn’t let her. I let go of the headboard and held her throat soI could press my thumb against her collarbone. “Let me take care of you,” I said. “Let me make you come again.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, white-knuckled and trembling. “I—”
But I didn’t let her finish. I couldn’t. I just kept moving—thrusting deeper, harder, chasing the edge that felt like it had been building between us for years. The pressure burned low and hot, coiling in my gut, winding tighter with every breathless moan she gave me.
Her body opened to me like it had been waiting. Needing.
“Ruby—” My voice broke on her name, barely more than a growl.
“Kieran—” she gasped, her hips rising to meet mine.
“I’m close,” I said, panting against her mouth. “Come with me. Please—come with me.”
That was all she needed.
She clenched around me, her body arching. Her cry was sharp, helpless, and I felt it in every nerve, every inch of skin. That was all it took—one second of her falling apart underneath me, and I shattered.
I came hard. Harder than I ever had in my fucking life.
It hit like a surge, hot and electric, my body jerking with it—deep and pulsing, endless. My face buried against her throat. My hands gripping her waist like I could anchor myself there.
Like if I held on tight enough, I wouldn't disappear.
I collapsed against her, boneless and shaking, still inside her. Still in it. Neither of us moved.
We lay tangled together, chest to chest, heart to heart, slick with sweat and silence. Her legs were wrapped around me. One of my hands slid up to cradle the side of her face.
She blinked at me, dazed and beautiful, lips parted like she still hadn’t caught her breath.
I kissed her shoulder. The inside of her wrist. The soft dip of her stomach. I didn’t want to stop touching her. Didn’t want to let this end. She was so warm, so alive, and I’d been cold for too long.
Goddamn it, she was going to kill me.
And I’d die with her name on my lips.
I didn’t know how long had passed when she finally spoke.
“You’re still here,” she said, the words barely a whisper.
I shifted, kissing her neck. “Want me gone?”
Her arms stayed tight around me.
“No,” I said, when she didn’t answer. “You don’t.”
I was still buried in her, still reluctant to move. I bent my head lower, tracing my lips over the soft hollow between her clavicles.
