Page 39 of Chains

Chains needed no further invitation.He pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, revealing the tattooed expanse of his chest and stomach.I ran my hands over his skin, tracing the inked patterns, the raised scars, the geography of a life lived hard.

His fingers made quick work of my clothing, peeling away layers until I lay naked before him.The October chill in the room raised goose bumps on my skin, but his gaze burned hotter than any fire.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his rough hands sliding up my legs, over my hips, my waist, cupping my breasts with a reverence that made my heart ache.“My beautiful little witch.”It was strange.I thought him calling me his little witch would bother me after seeing my father again.But it didn’t.The phrase coming from Chains felt like an endearment, and I knew I’d never view Halloween as anything other than the amazing, wonderful, fun holiday it was.

I reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling with sudden urgency.He helped me, stripping away his jeans and boxers until he stood naked and magnificent before me.His cock stood proud and hard, and I wrapped my hand around him, savoring his sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, leaning back on the bed and pulling him with me.“Do it, Chains.”

He followed me down, covering my body with his, his weight a delicious pressure as he settled between my thighs.His mouth found mine in a kiss that started gently but quickly blazed into something fierce and hungry.I arched against him, seeking more contact, more friction, more of him.

Chains broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck to my collarbone.When he moved lower, he captured a nipple between his teeth.I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair as he lavished attention first on one breast, then the other.

“Please,” I begged again, my hips rising to meet his.“I want you inside me.Fucking me.”

He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me until I whimpered with need.Then, in one smooth thrust, he filled me completely.We both groaned at the sensation, perfect and right.For a moment, he held still, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips, the words sending a fresh wave of emotion through me.

“I love you too,” I answered, rolling my hips to urge him into movement.

He began to move, building a rhythm that had me clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.Each thrust pushed me higher, my body responding to his as if we’d been made for each other.He gripped my hips, lifting me to meet him, changing the angle until he hit that perfect spot inside me.

“Chains!”I screamed, feeling the pressure building within me.“Don’t stop.Please don’t fucking stop.”

“Never,” he promised, his pace increasing as he drove us both toward release.“Come for me, baby.Let me feel you.Milk me and take my cum inside that tight little body.”

His words pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me in waves of intense pleasure.I cried out his name again as my pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper.With a primal groan, he followed me into ecstasy, his release pulsing hot inside me as his body shuddered against mine.

After, as we lay clinging to each other, his arm around my shoulders and my head on his chest, I listened to the steady beat of his heart.Outside our door, I could hear Lucifer scratching insistently at the wood, demanding entry to his domain.

“Your fuckin’ cat’s persistent,” Chains mumbled against my hair, sounding too satisfied to be truly annoyed.

“He just wants to make sure I’m okay,” I replied, snuggling closer.“He’s protective.”

“Makes two of us,” Chains said, tightening his arm around me.“Though I’m better at it.”

I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his chest.“I don’t know.He’s pretty fierce.”

“I’m fiercer,” Chains insisted, but there was humor in his voice.“And I’ve got better stamina.”

To prove his point, his hand slid down my side to cup my ass, pulling me more firmly against him.I could feel him hardening again against my thigh, and heat rekindled low in my belly.

“Round two?”I asked, tilting my head to look up at him.

His smile was slow and wicked, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.“Damn right.We’ve got all night, baby.And I plan to use every minute of it.”

As his mouth found mine again, Lucifer’s scratching faded from my awareness, replaced by the sensation of Chains’ hands on my skin, his body moving with mine, and the certain knowledge that I had found where I belonged.

Home?

You’re Goddamned right.