Eagerness poured through my veins. Eagerness coupled with need and a kind of desperate desire.
It had been too long.
My nipples ached in longing for his touch. Suddenly, he pivoted and my back landed on a bed. I stared up at him dazedly. I didn’t even know when he’d started moving or descending the stairs. I was too full of the sense of him to focus. He pulled away and stood long enough to strip his clothes, and I pushed up on my elbows, but a hand on my abdomen and his fierce gaze held me captive.
Don’t move.
The thought resonated through me, and I shuddered at the wild, wantoness living in those two syllables.
I need you.
Heat licked its way through me as he stood naked in front of me. I didn’t even know what room we were in—his apparently—nor did I care. Neither did he. His thoughts crashed into mine. Some distant part of me had to wonder if hormones amplified neurotransmitters and somehow affected the nanites, but then his fingers were stroking electricity on my skin as he stripped my clothes, and he dragged my legs wide before he buried his face in my pussy.
No patience.
No build up.
His mouth latched on and his tongue lashed me and the conflagration he ignited consumed me.
Chapter 15
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” - Friedrich Nietzsche
His hands seemed to be everywhere, or maybe they were my hands. Our hands. The sense of him settled into my bones. Cords of tension roped through our muscles, but the tightness was all in my belly. His burned with a feverish need that seemed to possess him. The first orgasm stormed over me, and I tilted my head back to scream as he cupped then squeezed my ass with one hand, while working two fingers into me. From one orgasm right into the next, he gave me no respite.
“Hatch.” I exhaled his name like I clung to it for my sanity. Maybe I was as pleasure lashed through me. My nipples ached for his touch, but his eyes locked on mine and the thought translated wordlessly. Aware of him watching me, I cupped my breasts and began to twist and pinch my nipples.
Harder.
He wanted to taste the bite of pain. I lifted my hips to get his mouth back to my clit, and as soon as his tongue stroked me, I twisted one nipple until the pain speared us both. His answering groan had my pussy clenching.
“I need you,” I whispered, and the words tasted sweet on my tongue. “I love you so much.” I wasn’t sure what were real words and what were thoughts as he forced another orgasm from me that had me weeping with it, and yet need was like a hot iron in me. His need.
“I know, luv,” he whispered, his breath almost too much on my sensitized flesh. “You have me…forever.” He pushed his way up, crawling along my body, and everywhere our skin touched, I ached all over again. He closed his hand around my throat, the gentleness in his fingers unmistakable. “Forever, Valda. I want this with you forever.”
I could drown in his eyes. I thought I did as our hands met to cup his cock and line him up. Our breath grew shallow, and the race of my heart sync’d perfectly with his. A kiss this time, his mouth on mine as he shared the taste of me, and I groaned as I licked his lips clean. Then he pushed forward, even as I arched, and his cock filled me.
I swore I was going to come again, just from the hot tight coil of muscles clamping down on his shaft. The last time we merged like this, we’d been in the memoriam itself. Doing this here, in the real world, should’ve scared me. It should’ve absolutely terrified me.
“No fear,” he insisted, before nibbling at my lower lip as he began to pump his hips. The slow, sensuous roll of them, pulling him out almost to the tip before he slammed it back home, had me arching up to meet him. Almost unerringly, he could strike that spot within me that set my nerves alight. Still, I couldn’t breathe around the fullness of him. He pushed my leg higher, and then there was warmth at my anus as he pressed a finger in there, and I tipped my head back.
Aware of his eyes on me, I tried to relax my muscles against the invasion. “Yes, luv,” he whispered, and I swore I glowed at the praise. “Just like that. You’ll take everything I give you, and I want to give you everything.”
“I want you to have everything.”
As he alternated the pumps of his fingers—oh, he’d added a second and then a third—the stretch burned, and yet I ached for it, rocking between his cock and his hand. Too much sensation, it wound me up tighter and tighter.
Then an image of me spread between him and Dirk flooded my mind, and I blinked up at him. “I just had that…oh…” I forgot the words I was about to use as I fought to hold on to him. I dug my nails into his shoulders, even as I kissed him fiercely.
I know. That voice was almost smug. “I saw when you touched me,” he whispered in between kisses that left me gasping. “I want all of it, Valda. Every last bit.”
A shudder ascended my spine. There was nothing I wouldn’t give them. Absolutely nothing I wouldn’t surrender to him. I arched higher, writhing between his hand and cock, answering the unspoken demand.
The action sent fresh strokes of lust through me. It should be impossible to want him even more than I already did.
“Yes, Valda, just like that. Yes, luv…” The soft rumble of his voice turned the words into a caress. A part of me wanted to drag him in and never let him go. I wanted to lose myself in him and have him lose himself in me. His teeth scraped against my throat as a litany of words fell off my tongue. “English,” he teased, and I laughed.
There was a wildness and a freedom.
“I love you. I want you…more,” I groaned, but the phrases sounded all wrong out loud.
Dampness flooded between my thighs as the orgasm he’d been building me toward ambushed us both. The clamp of my muscles on him and the pleasure roaring through caught him as off guard as it had me.
He came with a roar and a rush, and my vision splintered, whiting out. For a split-second, I was staring down at my own face and so much love swirled through me that tears filled both of our eyes, and then his mouth locked on mine as we wrapped tighter together. The world fell away until it was just the two of us.
I had no idea how long we lay there. Time didn’t seem to have a lot of meaning as he stroked my hair. He did pull away briefly and offered a soothing murmur at my whimpering complaint. The ache of his loss resonated, but the sound of running water helped bring some of my cognitive functions online.
My body ached in all the best ways.
When he walked out of the bathroom, I drank in the sight of him. The bruises littering his flesh still made me ache, so did the loss of his hair, but the man was all there, and his smile softened as he rolled me back onto the bed and draped over me. I cradled him between my thighs and then began to stroke his face.
“I told them I won’t make a decision without all of you,” I promised.
“I know,” he said, kissing me softly. “I know you’d never leave us again. Not willingly. But I also know that if you can support this framework idea with your mind, what happens if there are two of us?”
I frowned as terror pitted my stomach. “Hatch…”
“Hear me out,” he murmured. “You are incredibly strong, but you know I’ll follow your lead. I’m clever like that. You didn’t want me in the memoriam before because of the cerebral mapping, right?”