Page 44 of Dark Goodbye

But that isn’t what I want. I want fierce, unbridled. I want the passion you read about in illicit books, the small leaflets spread about in the darkness of night. Spreading my legs, I whimper as he settles between them, allowing the weight of this thick cock to rest against my lower lips. He rocks back and forth, dragging his heat across my sensitive body until I can’t help but cry out for more.

“Shhh, love,” he murmurs as he engulfs a nipple with his lips, encircling the tip for a moment before pulling back. “I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to drive you wild with need. And then, maybe then, I’ll allow you the release you so desperately crave.”

My mind barely comprehends his words as the feel of his tongue dancing along the taut peak shatters what’s left of my sanity. Wild need unfurls through my body, bowing it up. I dig my fingers into his scalp not knowing or even caring if I’m hurting him. All too soon, he relents, leaving me an aching, needy mess.

Davix certainly doesn’t seem to mind. The harder I dig my nails into his body, the more he responds, his cock throbbing against me. Rocking my hips, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him close, but he yanks away before I can find any relief.

“You are not in control of this situation.” His growls reverberate through my body, making me shudder. “I decide when I mount you. Not you.”

Though in a deep haze, I can’t help but wonder how he’s still so in control of himself. Why isn’t he unleashing the beast I know slithers about in his brain? Pout firmly affixed, twisting my lips down, I push up on him, detesting how one-sided this all feels.

With a soft chuckle, he shackles my wrists in one hand and holds them high above my head, pinning them down until I’m unable to move. His body shifts until he’s weighing me down, rendering me helpless. It’s a delicious feeling, and one I hope will never stop.

Davix glides his free hand up between my breasts, ignoring the aching points as he encircles his fingers around my neck. Groaning, I tilt my chin up, granting him more access. He obliges with my silent plea, tightening his fingers until spots dance in front of my eyes.

Gasping, I draw in as much air as he allows, but soon, he cuts off all supply. I buck against him as best as I can, but he doesn’t relent. It’s not until my lashes flutter and my eyes roll back that he releases me, only to do it all over again.

Slick pours from my body, coating both of us as he teases me, torments me, making it all too clear that he owns my body and not the other way around. Whimpers pour from my throat as he finally slides his hand away from my neck. Perhaps now, he’ll grant me the relief I so desperately need.

His fingers slip in between us, grazing my clit until all I can think about is my impending release. My fingers flex as I push against him, needing to touch him as much as he’s touching me, but Davix doesn’t relent.

As he glides his fingers lower, teasing my entrance, I shift my hips, hoping to impale myself on him. But he just dances away, leaving me wet and wanting. Anger and need coalesce into a maelstrom, stealing away my breath.

“Please,” I shriek, rocking my hips into him. “I’m begging you. Please.”

“Gods, I love that sound,” he breathes against my skin, lapping at the damp swell of my breast. “Keep begging me, omega. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I-I don’t know.” My mind blanks as he skims his lips against the curve of my hip. “Just. Please. I need you.” The moment the words spill out of my lips, I realize the truth behind them. Despite my inner turmoil, there’s at least some part of me that acknowledges how fiercely I need him to help ride out this storm. “Please.”

Leaning forward, he captures my lips with his, drowning me in a molten kiss. My body bows up, my hands still pinned, but it’s this helplessness that makes every inch of me quake. When he finally lets go, I keep my hands where they were, unwilling to break this spell.

His strong fingers pry my legs apart as he scoots down my body. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he slides his thumbs in between my lower lips, opening me up to his hungry gaze. It’s too overwhelming to watch him staring at me. Instead, I look up at the ceiling, forcing my gaze to travel the delicate, intricate lines.

But looking away doesn’t stop me from feeling. The moment he dips his head lower, scraping against my inner thighs with his scruffy beard, I clamp my legs shut, unsure of the sensations he’s stirring in me. At first, I worry he’s going to be angry at me, but he’s not.

His soft chuckles brush against my sensitive skin, allowing me to sag back in relief. After a moment or two, my legs relax, falling open around his head. Davix doesn’t waste any time brushing his lips against the most intimate part of me, making my toes curl in an instant.

More slick gathers between us, and he dips his head lower to lap at me, groaning as he tastes me, savors me. The filthy sound rings in my ears, surrounding me, filling me. If I never heard another sound after this, I would still be happy. Hard, masculine grunts pepper the air as he thrusts his tongue deep inside my core.

My body tenses as the flutters of an orgasm unfurl inside me. I’m not so innocent not to know what it feels like, but this time, it’s different. It’s even more powerful than when Davix helped get me off the other day.

Before I can beg for more, he pulls back and slides his magical lips and tongue back up to my clit, wrapping them around the hardened nub and sucking gently. My eyes cross as pleasure explodes through my body, twisting and turning my insides until my breaths come in panting gasps, and all I can do is writhe under his expert touch.

Even as the pleasure beats at me, he doesn’t let up. He continues to dance his tongue along my sensitive flesh, coaxing even more from me. Wordless pleas and babbling promises drip from my lips as I buck up against him, grinding against his face. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me as still as possible as he devours me.

Pulling back, he pins me with a lustful gleam as he crawls back up my body. My slick glistens on his beard, twinkling in the lights of the room, and for a moment, he looks savage, feral, and completely mine. Tipping his face forward, he slides his damp lips across my own, forcing me to taste myself on him.

As my lips part, he slides his tongue deep inside, coating me from the inside out in the heady taste of my arousal. Unable to resist, I drop my arms around his shoulders and hold him closer, sucking on his tongue so I can taste all of me intermingled with him.

He groans against me, the sound vibrating through my body. And that’s when I feel it, the subtle call and pulse of his purr. It washes over me, making me languid, pliant, distracting me as he notches the head of his cock at my entrance.

But I feel it. Even with him trying to shield me from any sort of pain, I feel his shaft pushing forward, stretching me, opening me up in a way that’s never been felt before. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, clinging to his rock-solid strength.

Screwing my eyes shut, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, forcing my breath to come out in even pants. Davix holds me close to him, clutching me in his arms as he rocks forward with slow, controlled thrusts, until the tip of his cock bumps up against my barrier.

“I need you to look at me, my love,” he murmurs against the top of my head.

Taking in a shaky breath, I turn up to look at him, noting the hesitancy in his gaze. Davix is never unsure about anything. It drives a niggle of fear into my mind but is soon brushed aside with the soft graze of his lips against my temple.