Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(190)

My tongue picked up speed, urging her upward. Go on, esclave. Come. I want to hear you scream.

Pressing the power button, I cranked the speed. Her body jerked; her fingers yanking the sheets beneath her in a savage pull. "Oh, God!"

I smiled, flicking my tongue, ignoring the sweat running down my temples. My wrist hurt from thrusting the vibrator. I was insanely jealous of the innate object penetrating my woman. I could orgasm just by Tess coming apart.

"I'm going to-Q-stop if you don't want me to-" Her head arched, hair flying in every direction as her body bunched.

Humming against her clit, I murmured, "You have my permission. Come, esclave. Fucking come on my tongue." I pressed the button one last time. The vibrator turned from teasing to torturous but Tess writhed in sensual surrender.

Her hips pulsed in time to the thrusts I delivered, my head bobbing with her, keeping my tongue busy on her core.

"Q-shit, I'm coming. Q!"

Her entire body convulsed, her fingers became fingernails, clutching my head, rocking her hips into my mouth. Her cries demanded, searched, seethed for something.

I know what she needs.

I loved that she was right. This was normal. For us. Pain was our happy place.

She wanted it.

So I gave it to her.

I bit her clit with a feral growl. My heart collided painfully with my ribs, but I didn't care.

She came.

And came.

And came.

Her cries echoed around the room, turning her limbs from quivering with tension to melting with satisfaction into the bed.

I breathed hard, aching and stiff, but very fucking smug. She'd come and it was all because of me.

Her eyes opened, looking almost black from her release. "Q … " Her head lolled, fingers falling from my hair. Her voice was heavy, slurred, completely sated. "That felt incr-incredible."

I loved her sleepiness. Her vulnerability. I adored what it meant for me. My reward.

Removing the vibrator, I kissed her pussy. I grinned as her oversensitive clit shivered beneath my lips. 

Turning off the toy, I left it on the floor. Tess kept her eyes closed, not moving from her open-legged position. I went to stand, but my body was mutinous, bellowing with pain. A simple movement of standing took five times as long as normal. I gritted my teeth, straightening out the kinks in my spine, gathering the lube, and climbing into the bed.

Every movement clashed like agonising cymbals. My body needed rest. I needed sleep, but I didn't want to miss out on the best opportunity of my life.

I wouldn't let any headaches, or battle wounds stop me from finishing what I'd started.

Tess was mine.

The second I lay down, Tess snuggled her back against my front, sighing deeply. I relaxed into the pillows, cupping her breast. The heaviness of her flesh activated every protective, possessive part inside. A guttural growl sounded in my throat. "You have the most incredible body. Made just for me. So accepting of anything I do."

She snuggled closer, tugging a pillow to cradle her head.

I twisted her nipple, my mouth watering to give her tits the same attention as her pussy. Tess didn't move or make a sound.

I laughed gently. "Are you sleeping, mon coeur?" Nuzzling her neck, I breathed hard. Her soft form in my arms was too much. I couldn't stop my hips rocking, pressing my cock against her ass, seeking a release.

Tess moaned, wriggling closer. Her heartbeat fluttered under my touch. A minute ticked by while I held her. Slowly, energy entered her sex-sated limbs. She stroked my forearm wrapped around her. "I'm not sleeping, maître. I know what you want from me."

My heart leapt. I clenched my jaw, forcing my hips to stop. "I won't force you, Tess. If you're still afraid … "

She pressed a gentle kiss on my bicep. "You're not forcing me. I want you. Just … take me gently. I'll do whatever you want-but you have to tell me what to do." Her voice wavered, but I didn't focus on her nerves, only on her permission.

My eyes snapped closed, loving her more in that moment than ever before. She'd put herself completely into my control. Trusting me to do this right. Loving me enough not to fear me. I didn't need whips and chains to earn her complete submission-she'd given it to me-right here, right now.

My cock wept as I stroked her shoulder. "Allonge toi sur le ventre, mon cœur." Lie on your stomach, my heart.

Tess obeyed. I helped her roll over, scooting her body to the centre of the bed. I braced myself with an elbow, looking down the sweeping lines of her back to the perfect pillows of her ass. Fuck, I want to mark her.

The violent thought disappeared as fast as it came. My palm itched to strike-to paint the white with red, but the urge faded, leaving me with heavy sweetness.

Placing my fingertips on the base of her neck, I pushed the tangled strands away, leaving her back completely clear. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder blades, I murmured, "Don't tense. Trust me."