Page 12 of Chosen, Eternally
Before I even realize it, I’m fully naked—where did my underwear go?—swept up in James’s arms, and thrown on my bed.
“We probably shouldn’t be doing this. You know, considering,” I manage to whisper—and hate myself for it immediately after.
Luckily, James is the voice ofunreason. “If I only have a few hours left before I lose myself, then… Well, then, I actually want tolosemyself in you.”
He crawls over me, kissing up my abdomen, in between my breasts as he does. That’s where he stops. Where he licks and sucks. Where he moves to one of my nipples and traces it with his tongue while his fingers pinch the other.
I arch off the bed, crying out his name. There’s a warm, heavy feeling in between my legs, wetness pooling faster than it ever has for anyone—even for the James I often fantasized about.
No one has ever wanted anyone more than I want him.
“You’re so soft,” he breathes against my skin before taking my nipple between his teeth. He tugs gently, but just enough that I feel it all the way between my legs. My pussy clenches around nothing, aching from feeling so empty. “I’ve dreamt about running my tongue over this perfect skin for so long, and now that I can…” He shivers. “Cate, this is so much better than I ever could’ve imagined.”
I groan and nod, a bit desperate—but too far gone to care how I sound.
“What do you need? Tell me what you need.” His voice shares the same urgency I feel.
I reach down to grab his shoulders, reach up to cup his face. “You. I just need you. Before this is all gone and taken away from us.”
James swallows once before nodding and moving up my body. I feel his hard cock—heavy, smooth, warm—press against my folds when he settles between my thighs.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.”
My hand wraps around him, feeling the perfect weight of him. With care, I drag the tip of his penis over my wetness, letting him feel how crazy he makes me. How out of control.
His head drops between his shoulders with a groan. With his forehead pressed against my neck, he groans out my name.
“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” I tell him.
“Then let’s not.”
Without another word, one of his hands drags down my side, over my ribs and waist, down my thigh. He stops at my knee and hooks it over his hip with the confidence and command of someone who knows what to do with my body, even though we’ve never done this before.
It’s a tight fit, but after a few gentle thrusts, he manages to push all the way in. That’s where the delicateness ends, though. Because as soon as he’s seated all the way inside me, I gasp, cry out his name, and he loses it.
James’s thrusts are rough and demanding—not fast or hurried, butthorough. Enthusiastic. Like he’s here to get the job done, yes, but he’s here to do itwell. Better than anyone else.
He scoops me off the mattress, arms ensnaring my waist, as his hips piston into me with a force that leaves me gasping for breath, on the verge of death, yet begging for more.
He’s so big, the stretch is a bit painful and a lot delicious. I never want it to end.
His body surrounds me—his heat, the sound of his filthy voice in my ear (…so fucking wet…so good…want you dripping in my come…), his bergamot scent—and it’s all I’ve ever wanted. All I’ll ever want.
It’s beautiful and devastating at the same time, because I know in that moment that, once he’s gone, I will never be happy again. Not after this.
As I near my orgasm—barrel towards it, more like—something around us changes. The dim lighting in the room evolves into bright lights, originating from somewhere unknown. When I finally come, it hits me in waves, and the entire room bursts in flashes and sparks, immersing us in stardust.
I barely notice, though. And neither does James, since I feel every muscle in his body tense. The movements in his hips grow impossibly rougher and off-rhythm, though still euphoric. And when I realize he’s just seconds away from his release, I wrap my arms around him and dig my nails into his back, begging him to come inside.
And that’s his last straw. The last bit of restraint disappears. With his loss of control comes another orgasm for me.
James pushes a strand of hair off my face, a soft, goofy smile spreading across his. “That was incredible.”
We’re both on our sides, naked in bed, enjoying every second of this post-coital bliss as the sun begins to rise.
“It was.” I lean forward to press a soft kiss on his lips, but it soon grows. Evolves into a deep-rooted hunger that seems to never go away. “Itis,” I say, pushing him on his back as I straddle him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans when I settle over his cock, rocking over him so he can feel my puffy lips—still wet from our combined come.
