Page 122 of A Lab Rat's Guide to Fated Love
Once she was able to breathe and think coherently again, her eyes lifted to his. “What’s wrong?” she asked, alarmed at his strained expression.
He didn’t respond at first, but his grip on her tightened. He held her to him, his anxious gaze scanning her features, searching her eyes, and she was sure, reading every subtle shift in her emotions.
Whatever he found there, after nearly a full minute had passed, he seemed content with. And bit by bit, his rigid stance eased.
“I told you I’m okay,” Nori whispered, kissing the dip in his shoulder.
A corner of his mouth twitched in response, turning into a full, lopsided grin right before he brushed her temple with his lips. “You are.”
With one last lingering glance into her eyes, he released her and grabbed a knit throw from a chair nearby. “I’ll get you some chai,” he said as he draped it around her.
He kissed her temple again and started walking away when she caught his arm. “Wait. What are you doing?” She didn’t understand. Had she done something wrong? “Was I—was I too loud? Did I do something to turn you off?”
“What? No…”
“Then why…” she trailed off as her gaze dipped to the very prominent bulge down his pants. “Oh.” Biting her lip, she hooked a finger in the band of his jeans. She let it circle along the waistline, her nail grazing the skin underneath. Her eyes expectantly flickered up to meet his, only to watch them grow a shade darker—something she hadn’t thought possible.
“Are you sure?” Vir asked in barely more than a whisper.
“Yes.” Her hand paused at the button. “But not if you don’t want to.” She waited for him to move. To step away from her. Or draw her to him and kiss her silly. Either way, she waited.
With a shaky exhale, Vir reached for the button and popped it off himself before he pulled her to him by her waist and pressed his lips to hers again.
Her hand lowered inside his jeans till his hardened length was in her grip.
“Nori…” he groaned against her mouth—a plea, a cry, or a demand. Maybe it was all three at once. And with a rrrrrrrip of zipper and a swish of fabric, the remaining pieces joined the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
Their stumbling feet only carried them as far as the couch before they fell onto it, flesh molding into putty-flesh, sinews and bones jumbling into a sweltering mess—their only purpose being to merge into one another. Become a singular body instead of two.
Nori had a vague sense of one of her hands tracing the contours of Vir’s chest, pausing at the long vertical scar in the middle before moving to the faintly embossed lines of his tattoo. His skin pebbled at the slightest graze of her nail to his nipple, and twisting it lightly between her fingers drew out a throaty cry. His length jumped in her other hand, already dripping from the tip. It made him tremble every time she used her thumb to circle his own wetness over it.
His fingers were dipped inside her, too, curving and moving and working her like a sock puppet, while his mouth ravenously devoured hers.
She wondered if she were to simultaneously combust in this moment, would she even care? Would she even know?
With his eyes all dark pupils, Vir pinned her under him with a throaty sound she could only describe as a growl. Her legs parted of their own accord, inviting him in.
“Nori…” he breathed her name. “Nori…”
She watched, mesmerized, as his fingers slipped out of her, glistening slick, and he popped them in his mouth to taste her again. He licked them clean with a deep, rumbling hum in his throat.
“Did I mention how good you taste?” He smirked, right before his body jerked involuntarily as she rubbed her thumb over his tip again. “Ah,fuck.” His eyes squeezed shut. “God, Nori…” He nuzzled her neck, grabbing her wrist to make her stop.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
Holding her gaze, he lowered himself into her. Slow, deliberate, just the tip at first. He slid further in on the next painstakingly slow thrust, his eyes never leaving hers. Her hips arched upwards to meet the next one, and as he went in deeper, her legs wrapped themselves around him.
And they began moving together, meeting each other stroke for stroke.
It didn’t take long for Nori to climax again, but she couldn’t stop herself from screaming his name this time, blowing his eardrums in the process, and inviting his rumbling laughter. Her second favorite sound in the world.
Even when she had nothing left, her core still trembled from every thrust that followed. Thrusts that grew harder and more urgent before Vir, too, shuddered with his release.
His lips found hers again, and she tasted herself on them. A subtle metallic tang, salt and rust. It made her curious to know whathetasted like.
Later.Laughter bubbled out of her at the thought. And she clamped her mouth shut, watching his throat bob while he panted into her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her.
They lay there for a long moment. Breathless, spent, loved.
