Page 103 of Severed Rivalry
My body thrums.
My fists clench the sheets at my hips.
My center stretches for his tongue.
My mind blanks.
And he sucks my clit. Hard.
My body seizes and melts in the same moment, as bliss overtakes every muscle in my body. Fireworks dance on my eyelids, my hearing tunnels to an echo of rushing wind, and everything in me extends toward the man delivering the insane pleasure.
He positions over me, hovering on his forearms, and holds my gaze as his cock slides through my wetness. His hot tip hitting my overly sensitive clit elicits a gasp I can’t stop.
“Angel?” The man above me is asking so many questions with that one word. The answer to all of them is yes.
“Please Ci.”
With one smooth, hard thrust he fills me, stretches me wide, and bottoms out. His groan rattles his chest and our connection. “Home.” He drops his elbows to the mattress above my shouldersand stares into my face as he slowly draws out and slams back home.
Over and over and over again.
The torturous drag almost entirely from my body and the brutal bliss of him filling me is more than just the best sex of my life. It’s finally being whole again. I didn’t realize how incomplete my life had been until this moment.
My body is so satisfied and so hungry at the same time. My ears behold the symphony or our joining. I smell us. I taste him and me on my lips.
The only thing I can see above me is the man who never left my heart. His neck strains with corded muscles. His rounded shoulders flex. He releases a grunted moan with each thrust that tells me of his pleasure. He warms me and envelops me.
He is everything.
A tear escapes my eye, and I drop my lids closed, overwhelmed.
And everything stops.
Everything.
“Angel? Baby, open your eyes.”
When I do, I find a look of such concern on his face. I lift my feet from the mattress where I was meeting him thrust for thrust, and wrap a leg above his ass and the other nearer his shoulder blades.
“Don’t stop. Ci. Never ever stop.”
He twists and ruts in, pulsing faster and faster, the long pushes and pulls a thing of the past. He’s so deep and I take and take, so fucking thankful that he was my first.
And that he’ll be my last.
He forces a hand between us and finds my clit, strumming with firm pressure as his strokes get faster and more erratic.
“Get there, Angel. Need you to get there because I’m going to…”
He doesn’t say more, because my orgasm trips his, and he plants deep as we tumble together pulling each other under with wave after wave of pleasure.
I may have blacked out. I don’t know.
The second orgasmwas longer and deeper and more all-encompassing. Cian languidly strokes in and out of me, staring down as if he’s never seen me before.
He finally slows but doesn’t pull out. Instead, he shoves both his arms under my back, plants his knees, and sits back on his heels. I’m wrapped around him like a monkey and impaled on his semihard cock.
“I don’t want to leave you.” His whispered confession warms every part of me.
