“Oh my God, I feel like I’m on fire,” she says aloud, either to herself or to me, but either way, I fucking love it.
I grip the bend of each of her knees in my hands and push her legs apart and back, opening her up to me.
At a painstakingly slow pace, I lay kisses and bites from her left calf all the way to her inner thigh, relishing every whimper and shiver she gives me. “The fire will only grow if I have anything to say about it, Petal.”
My buckle slides loose easily. I pull the entire belt free. It creates a snap as it leaves the last belt loop. Her entire body jumps. I hover down over her. “I still want you more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time, Petal. I will not take you unless you consent. I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that what is happening here is what you want.”
Consent.
After everything that has happened in the last hour, I need her clear, excited consent before I move another muscle. I know once I start, I won’t be able to stop.
I can hear her throat bob as she swallows, then the words I’ve been waiting to hear ring in my ears loud and clear.
“Please, Tristan… fuck me.”
I’m a starving animal released from his cage and she is the waiting meal I’ve been craving for weeks.
We’ve gone from calm and controlled as we can be, to feral at the snap of a finger. Clothes are shredded in our hands, lips are bitten, licked, kissed, and everything in between until we are both bare and I’m crawling over her with my cock sheathed for protection.
“Was I a sure thing?” she asks with a grin.
“Not even close.”
I kneel between her spread legs, sitting back on my heels and let my cock lay against her bare, waiting pussy.
“Please,” she begs, rocking her hips upward, searching for friction, any friction to ease the ache I’m certain is building inside of her.
“Reach down,” I take her hand and guide it between our bodies, “put me inside you.”
I groan gutturally when her delicate fingers encapsulate my cock and give it a stroke. Even with a condom separating our touch, it feels like heaven and hell combined.
Lifting her leg up to rest on my shoulder, I push forward with her guidance and sink into the nirvana that is her body.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck.” I drop my head back and hold perfectly still, buried balls deep inside of her.
“You’re so big. It… it almost hurts.”
“That’s the greatest thing you could ever say to a man.”
I begin to move, slowly at first, relishing every sound her body makes and every pulse and squeeze I feel from her.
I drop her leg down and move to lie over her with my forearms braced on either side of her head so that I can tangle my fingers in the hair on the crown of her head.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, wrapping me entirely in her, and fuck if I’ll ever forget this moment for as long as I live.
“Petal, I can’t be gentle anymore…” I grunt between each thrust. “Fuck, you feel too good.”
“Don’t be. I don’t want you to be. I just need you… all of you.”
With a swift movement, I roll us so we are both on our sides, my front to her back. I want to have full access to her body. She’s my violin for the evening.
I snake my arm around to ever so slightly cradle her throat and pull her head back to rest on my shoulder.
She starts to push her ass back to meet me thrust for thrust and soon the sounds of skin slapping skin mingle with our breaths, the telltale sign that release is cresting the peak.
I lay my hand on top of hers and guide it between her legs.
“I want to feel you come,” I whisper into her ear.
It doesn’t take long, not once we find that sweet rhythm, and soon I feel her pussy squeeze around me like a vise and her voice echoes off the walls.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, Oh my GOD.”
I follow her over the edge, emptying everything I have into the condom before burying my face in the crook of her neck.
I’m sweaty, I’m exhausted, I’m sated.
But I feel so fucking bad about what we just did.
Her gentle hand reaches back threading through the damp hair at my neck. Her touch is so soft. It’s the touch of lovers.
“I can’t see your face. I need to know what you’re thinking, Tristan.”
I hesitate for a moment. I don’t have the will to break our connection yet. I try one of the oldest diversions in the book. I answer her question with a question. “I need to know how you feel, Petal. How do you feel?”
She pauses a long time before she answers. The space between, for me, is filled with unparalleled anxiety. “I feel…like a queen. Your queen.”
I should feel like a king, and in a lot of ways, I do… but mostly I feel like a dark knight that was taking advantage of a young maiden.
But what’s worse… I desperately want to do it again.
Chapter 13
Nora
Then
I’ve been avoiding coming home all day long.
The shoot ended over two hours ago, but I kept looking for any reason I could to stay out, even though I knew what would be waiting for me when I walked through the door. Even still, the extra two hours of peace was enough for me to risk it.
I pray with every mile I make it back to our apartment, his apartment, that maybe today will be different. Maybe today will be the time I come home and he’s not angry. I’m willing the taxi driver to take the long way, I’m praying for stoplights to linger a little longer, anything to lengthen the peace.
My phone buzzes in my hand and I know, without even looking, that it’s him and I want to cry before I even answer.
I could ignore him. I could toss this phone out of the window and demand to be taken to the airport, but I won’t. I’m trapped.
I’m the statistic I swore I’d never be.
“Hello?” I answer, placing the phone to my ear.
“Where the fuck are you?” he growls out of the speaker.
“I’m on my way home. The shoot ran late.”
“You better walk in this house in the next ten minutes, Nora. I checked the GPS and I know you left the location hours ago. What have you been doing?”
I lean forward and press my forehead into the headrest in front of me and squeeze my eyes closed, partially because I’m tired. I’m so tired of this, of explaining myself, and also because I’m embarrassed that I have to even have this conversation as a grown woman.
“I went out for a bite to eat with Gianna then I called for a car. I just wanted to spend some time with my friends.”