Page 29 of Echo
Fingers grabbed my side, pulling me up and into his lap.
“I hate you.” I gritted my teeth, readying myself to endure another round of his ‘affection’.
He grabbed the hair at the base of my neck, but instead of feeling pain, pleasure sparked across my scalp. It felt different from the night before when I’d pissed him off, but I couldn’t figure out how.
He slowly tugged my head until I was forced to look back at him. Not that I could make anything out in the darkness, other than the feeling of his eyes on me.
His lips landed on mine and set my entire body aflame. I tried to resist the sudden emotion, but I was hopeless to fight against something I’d been craving. It reminded me of another time in our relationship.
One where he kissed me like I was all he desired.
His fingers grabbed my chin to hold me in place, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of me escaping. It hurt, but it calmed a place inside of me that craved being needed.
His free hand slid over my breast, and I could swear a growl rumbled in his chest. Just the idea that he could want me so bad that something primal would take over, had moisture gathering between my thighs.
He pinched my nipples and finally let my lips free when I whimpered. He hadn’t said one word, and I felt more beautiful than I had in months.
He shoved me face down into the blanket and pushed my thin sleep dress up over my hips. His piercing gaze burned into my ass.
A soft groan in the back of his throat made every muscle in my body tense. A heavy hand landed on my ass cheek and made me yelp in surprise.
“I’ve wanted you in my hands ever since I laid eyes on you.” His voice was rough and chewed up. “Now that I have you, you can’t escape.”
“You need to be better to me,” I told him, but it was hard to sound serious when I was panting like a bitch in heat.
How could someone I despised inspire this needy desire inside of me? It took three times the amount of work to remember how angry and scared of him I was.
“I agree.”
He slid his head between my thighs, “Sit down.”
“Wait? You said I’d kill you.”
“So be it.”
Something wasn’t right. He hardly even ate me out with me on my back. Even when he did I hated how mechanical it was, so I never asked for it. But he specifically said he wouldn’t let someone with thighs like mine suffocate him to death.
Strong arms locked over my lap, like a carnival ride. “I said sit.”
He secured me flush to his face, and I felt the deep inhale pulling the air around my tender center. A deep groan of approval made my face hot. His mouth latched onto my core, making my eyes roll back in ecstasy.
My breathing stuttered as my brain malfunctioned in the best of ways. Sometimes, a bitch forgets how long it’s been since she’d had her world rocked.
The wild growling and groans like I was the last meal on the planet and he was starved made a lonely piece of me quiver.
I threaded my fingers in his hair to anchor to the universe as he devoured my clit. It didn't take long for a knot to tighten in my gut.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the way everything intensified, until I was pulsing with the earth shattering monsoon blasting through every good nerve I had.
“Yes,” I moaned so loud, it made me glad there were no neighbors to disturb.
As I came down, I realized I was mindlessly grinding my hips against his face. I attempted to regain my breath, spreading my thighs so he could breathe freely.
“You really need to lead with that more. With tongue work like that, I could forgive a lot.” If there was anything my time Aurelio taught me, was that I was a weak bitch if the lady downstairs was happy.
He chuckled. “You shouldn’t. You should hold me accountable for every sin I’ve committed against you.”
Strong arms slammed me into the mattress, taking my breath away once more.
