Page 41 of Velvet Thorns
“I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to really fucking hear me.” My hand tightens around the base of my cock. “Nothing about this embarrasses me in any way, so if you want this from me, you want it because something inside you needs it just as bad as I do.”
I start stroking, my fist gliding up and down the lengthof my cock, skin slick and hot, and I know I’ve lost her attention because her eyes are glued to the way my hand moves, to the precum glistening at the tip. I lean in, close enough for her to feel my breath ghosting over her lips, but I don’t kiss her. I don’t touch. I just let my mouth hover, daring her to close the distance.
“The only humiliation I’ll feel, and it’ll barely register, pretty girl… is if you tell me to stop. So if that’s what you want, say it.”
But she doesn’t, and I already know she won’t. I don’t call her out on it. I just sink back on my knees, fist tightening around my cock. Her pupils are blown wide, swallowing the gold of her irises until there’s nothing left but black.
And I know—fuck, I know—she’s gone. She’s lost in it and desperate for this, even if she’d rather die than admit it.
“Have you ever touched yourself in front of me? When I was asleep?”
“Never, but fuck, I wanted to.” I hold her gaze, golden and burning. “I used to stand in the doorway like a ghost, just watching you breathe. I’d be so hard it hurt, and all I could think about was crawling into your bed, spreading those perfect thighs, and dragging my cock along your pussy just to feel how warm you are.” My hand pulls tight around myself, the memory almost too much. “I wanted to rub the tip around your slit, feel you twitch under me, and hear you beg to take it in your mouth, like it’s all you’ve ever wanted. I wanted to fuck your pretty lips slowly until you cried for it and finally know what it’s like to be touched by the one person I’ve been in love with for half my goddamn life.”
I feel her body beginning to coil beneath me. It’s subtle but unmistakable.Her arousal saturates the air between us; my head falls back, and the veins in my neck strain tight as I fight the urge to mark every inch of her skin.
“Baby…”
My hand moves toward her, desperate for the feel of her skin,aching to wrap around her throat like we both need. Instead, I slam my palm into the mattress beside her face, knuckles white as I grip the sheets, my other hand working my cock faster, stroking myself harder while she watches every filthy second.
My eyes squeeze shut for half a second as I fuck my fist, cock slick and throbbing, hips snapping forward as I chase the edge, when her voice crashes through everything.
“Phoenix…”
My name. Just my name. But it tears the fucking sky open, and I make a mental note to add another mark for her. Like every other time she’s moaned it, I’ll carve it into my skin.
My eyes snap wide, and the sight below knocks the air out of me.
She’s arching like a sacrificial offering, tits pushed up, lips parted and glistening, her head tipped back, but her eyes never leave mine.
I know exactly what that is.
It’s not submission.
It’s her permission.
I freeze, breath wedged somewhere between my chest and my throat, because she’s not just letting me touch her anymore. She’s asking for my hands. Her exposed throat calls to me, and I reach for it slowly, letting the moment stretch before I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze.
My forehead drops to hers, stealing whatever she’ll let me have, and I breathe the words against her mouth.
“I’m sorry for anything I ever did to hurt you, but I’m not sorry it led us here.” Shannen writhes beneath me, thighs pressing together as we share the same breath. “I love you. I’ll never stop loving you.”
“Don’t ruin it. Don’t make this about that.”
“It’ll always be about that,” I growl, because there’s no way inhell I’ll ever let her pretend my love isn’t at the core of all of this. Touching her isn’t just about getting off; it never was.
“I want you to come for me, Phoenix,” she whispers, and that’s the spark that sets me completely on fire.
I crawl up her body, vision narrowing to nothing as I finally shatter, the world going black as her name tears from my throat. When my eyes open, she’s watching, hypnotized, as ropes of cum stripe her skin.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you,” I rasp as I pump the last of myself onto her chest.
I drag my fingers through the mess, smearing it across her skin, then bring them to her lips. When she parts them, I run my fingers across, and she licks, tasting me for the first time, and surrendering herself in a way I’ve always dreamt of.
“You’ll always be mine, Shannen.”
“Can you let me out now?” she asks softly.
