Page 108 of Severed Rivalry
“Do you want to come on my finger or my cock, Sariah?”
I whimper, my eyes closed. I can’t think. My body is awash in sensation, I just want to come.
The water from the showerhead hits my clit, my eyes fly open. He yanks his cock with firm tight pulls, his abs straining as he does. I stare, enraptured. He interrupts my thoughts. “My fingers or my cock?”
I nod at his length and lick my lips. “Your cock.”
He growls and lifts me, pressing my back against the wall. I lock my ankles behind his back as he impales me with one, hard thrust.
“Fuck.” The one syllable is drawn out of him in a low groan.
He can say that again. “Wait,” I rasp, when he starts to pull out. “Give me a second.” I use my arms around his neck to settle myself against his cock, wiggling to adjust to him seated so completely.
He pulls back to look at me, but I rush on, “Sorry. I just… needed a second. You’re big. And you’re really deep this way.”
He growls and clenches his jaw. I release an arm to stroke it. “Don’t do that. I don’t want you in pain.”
“Can I move, Angel? This is killing me.”
“Yeah, Ci.” Using my leverage, I push him to the end of me and squeeze.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He pullshis pelvis back and slides his cock partially out before ramming his way home. It’s calculated, intense, and relentless.
It’s a claiming, and, somehow, I know it. At this angle, though, something is building that is almost frightening. His pelvis grinds against my clit with each thrust, but it’s the spot deep inside that threatens to envelop me, engulf me, swallow me whole.
“Ci. Ci, oh God. Ci, I’m— I’m?—”
What happens next, I have no idea. Intense carnal bliss sucks me down from within, it dances over my skin, ripples up and down my spine, and floods my brain.
I have no speech, no mental capacity. I am pleasure, being eviscerated from the inside out.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Angel.” I hear the words, feel the pleasure stretch and rebound, and am burned by heat swarming my insides.
I could laugh and cry.
I could soar and fall.
And I’d never know.
When I come to, I’m still impaled on his cock with my back to the wall, but he’s sitting on the floor of the shower.
I open my eyes to see Cian’s handsome face, flushed from exertion. His eyes are bright, and his smile is unburdened.
“I—” I drop my head to his shoulder and place my lips to his neck below his ear. “I’ve never…”
“Me neither, Angel.” He stares at where we’re joined. “I thought you broke my dick. I almost blacked out.”
“Was it bad?”
“No. So, so good. It was just new and terrifying, and I was watching you, which did it for me, and I was coming, trying not to drop you. It was too much, and it surprised me.”
I laugh aloud at his description. The laughter ripples inside of me where we’re joined and reminds me I’m sore. “Oh.”
“Maybe you’re trying to kill me. Orgasm after orgasm until I die.” He shrugs. “My destiny. Pity.”
I laugh again and lift off of him, his cum running down my thigh.He watches it travel from his place on the floor.
“Come on, caveman.” I extend a hand, but he slides a finger through our joined wetness and draws a heart on my thigh. “Maybe we broke your brain instead of your dick.” To myself I add, “There’s always next time.”
