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“Go to sleep,” he gently commands. “I don’t want you to be tired in the morning because of me.”
“Sylar—”
“Sleep.”
With his fingers massaging my head with a perfect pressure, how can I not?
*****
When I wake up next, I’m back in my bed, wrapped in Sylar’s arms. Rubbing my eyes, I lift my head and look at him. He’s awake.
“Did you get any sleep last night?” I ask, hating that he never gets any.
“A few hours,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “Which is more than usual, to be honest.”
“How do you run on such little sleep?” I ask, feeling sad for him. “Why don’t you take a sleeping tablet?”
He immediately shakes his head. “No, I don’t want to do that.”
Because it takes away his control?
“Why not?” I ask, laying my head back down on his warm chest.
“Because what if something happens and I’m out of it?” he murmurs, pulling the blankets up over us. “I don’t like the thought of not being in control of my own body.”
Nailed it.
“What could possibly happen though?” I ask him. “And Spencer is in the house with you when you’re home anyway. So if someone broke in or something, he can kick their asses.”
There’s amusement in his tone when he says, “Not going to rely on Spencer to save the day. He will probably sleep through a burglary because he’s still drunk.”
“Or can’t hear over Christina’s cries.” I snicker. I make a mental note to remember to tell her that line.
Sylar suddenly rolls me under him and pushes my hair out of my face. I can feel his hard cock against me, and my breath hitches.
“Do you want me?” he breathes, gaze dropping to my mouth.
I nod.
“I want you so much, Brielle,” he says, making a sound of frustration. “I shouldn’t be here with you right now, but I can’t seem to leave. I’m selfish. You don’t choose who catches your eye. You caught mine, and now I can’t seem to step away from you. I’m stuck.”
“You can be as selfish as you want with me,” I say, grabbing his neck. “It’s your call, Sylar, but I want you, too. I fucking ache for you.”
Apparently those words are the magic ones, because his lips are suddenly on mine, and his hands are on my body. He trails his lips down my jawline and then down my neck, and I gasp as I’m hit with sensation after sensation. When he bites down gently on my shoulder, my back arches from the bed of its own accord, wanting more. Whatever he has to give, I can take. Our eyes are locked as he slides down each strap of my top, and they remain locked when my breasts are exposed. He kisses my lips first before paying attention to them, kissing one nipple and then the other, and then sucking on each in turn. Threading my fingers through his hair, I breathe heavily as his tongue peeks out to tease and torment me in the most delicious way.
“Sylar,” I whisper, licking my lips. He lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes the darkest blue that I’ve seen them. I lift my hips as he pulls down my pants and panties, along with my scrunched-up PJ top. Naked before him, I watch him take me in, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he looks me over.
“You are so beautiful. Perfect,” he says, then slams his lips back down on mine. I try and pull off his boxer shorts, and he ends up breaking the kiss to help me do so. Finally we are both completely naked, skin against skin, nothing left between us. I reach between us to stroke him, moaning at the feel of him in my hand. He is so hard, and so big. He’s going to have to enter me slowly, because it’s been a while, and he’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever been with.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks me hoarsely, kissing my neck.
“Yes,” I say, guiding him to the entrance of my pussy. “Is this okay?”
He nods and pushes forward, slowly sliding the tip of him inside. I wrap my legs around him and moan as he slides in, inch by inch, until he’s inside me fully.
“You’re so tight, Brielle,” he grits out, teeth clenched, as he starts to move.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. I’m wet and he’s hard, and when he thrusts it feels so good, I can’t help but make noises that I don’t think I’ve ever made before. He cuts me off with a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking the movement of his cock. When he reaches between us and starts to play with my clit, my orgasm creeps up, and when it hits me, it’s all I can do not to scream. Wave after wave of pleasure take me over, all the while Sylar whispers sweet nothings in my ear. When I come back to myself, Sylar pulls out of me and flips me over, my ass in the air, then slides back in gently, thrusting slowly. I bite down on the pillow as he grips my hips, fingers pressing hard but not hard enough to leave any marks. One of his hands gently pulls my head back by my hair so he can lean forward to kiss my lips. His finger again finds my clit, and I know he wants me to come again before he does.
I oblige.
I wish I could see him coming, but I feel his body jerking behind mine, the sounds he makes turning me on enough to want another round. When he’s finished, he pulls out and rolls me onto my back, peppering sweet kisses all over my face and neck.
“I love the way you look, the way you sound when you come,” he says, shaking his head, as if he can’t believe it. “You felt so good, Brielle.”
“So did you,” I say on a sigh, kissing his cheek. “Now come and cuddle me.”
He smiles at my order and pulls me into his arms.
This time, it’s he who falls asleep first.
