Chapter 367: All night pt 2
I hadn’t even pulled out yet, my cock still buried deep, her cunt soft and trembling around me, when I felt myself harden again. The warmth of her, the way she pulsed faintly even in the aftershocks of her orgasm, was enough to drag me back to life.
Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at me, dazed and half-angry. "Kael... no. I can’t—"
"Yes, you can," I growled, kissing her, swallowing the protest off her tongue. My hips shifted, dragging my cock out slow before pushing back in to the hilt, and she gasped, her body arching off the bed.
She was already sensitive, her walls clutching me like a vice, fluttering helplessly as I moved. "Too much—" she whimpered, her voice breaking.
I pinned her wrists above her head again, my mouth crushing hers to silence her moans. "You’re going to take it. You’re mine, Aria. Every time. All night."
Her nails clawed at the sheets, her thighs trembling as I thrust slow but unrelenting, filling her again and again. She tried to twist away, her body writhing under me, but I dragged her hips back down and buried myself deeper, groaning at the wet sound of it.
"Fuck—you’re so sensitive," I rasped, feeling her clench around me, tighter, wetter with every slow stroke. "I can feel you fighting me, but your cunt..." I smirked against her mouth, biting her lip until she cried out, "...your cunt won’t let me go."
She whimpered, her whole body curling, her legs wrapping around my waist like instinct was betraying her. I kissed her harder, biting, sucking at her tongue, moving slow and deep until her body started giving in.
Her eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking at the corners, but I wouldn’t let her hide. I pressed my forehead to hers, forcing her to look at me while I drove into her, my cock stretching her until her belly bulged with the shape of me.
"Look at me when I’m inside you, Aria," I ordered, my voice dark, shaking with lust. "Look at me when you cum again."
Her walls fluttered violently, clamping down like she couldn’t stop it, her moans spilling past her bitten lip. I sped up just slightly, still muffled and deep, and her body betrayed her, her walls milking me, pulling me under with her.
Her cry tore free into my mouth, muffled by my kiss as she came again, her body convulsing around me, soaking me, soaking the sheets.
I groaned, the feel of her tightening, squeezing, dragging me over the edge again. My hips snapped hard into hers, burying me to the end, and I spilled inside her for the second time, gritting my teeth against her throat as I pumped her full, shuddering with the force of it.
We stayed locked together, my cock twitching deep inside her as I ground out the last of it, my breath ragged, my body heavy on hers. Her nails were still clutching my shoulders, her body limp under me, trembling from the overstimulation.
I kissed her jaw, her throat, licking the sweat off her skin, biting gently to mark her again. "You’re mine, Aria," I whispered against her ear, low and raw.
I didn’t let her go. Not when her body went limp beneath me, not when her voice broke in those soft, desperate pleas that only made me harder again.
By the time her breathing evened out, my cock was still hard inside her, thick and throbbing, refusing to leave her body. I rolled my hips once, testing, and she whimpered, trembling under me.
"Kael—please..." she whispered, though the way her walls fluttered around me betrayed her.
"Please what?" I rasped, catching her chin and forcing her glassy eyes on mine.
She shuddered when I shifted, pulling out slow before sinking back into her soaked pussy. Her cry split the air before my mouth smothered it, my kiss hard, consuming.
And so it began.
I took her slow and deep until her thighs quivered and her nails raked bloody lines down my back. Then I flipped her, her face pressed into the mattress, her ass high as I slammed into her from behind, dragging her hair back so she could scream into the pillow. Every thrust made her drip down her thighs, soaking the sheets, my balls slapping against her as I fucked her into the bed.
When her voice broke again, I hauled her back up, her back pressed to my chest, one arm clamped around her throat while the other rubbed her clit mercilessly as I drove into her. She shook violently, cumming again, collapsing against me as her cunt squeezed every drop out of me.
But even then, I wasn’t done.
I carried her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side, her hair spilling everywhere, her body spent and limp and I spread her open again, sinking to my knees, eating her until she was sobbing, her thighs twitching, her cunt throbbing against my tongue. When she begged me to stop, I grinned into her and slid two fingers in, curling them until she screamed into the bed.
The hours blurred, sweat and slick soaking the sheets, the air heavy with sex. I took her every way I wanted, riding me until her legs gave out, her thighs shaking while I guided her hips; pinning her against the wall, fucking her until the picture frames rattled; bending her over the desk by her window, her breath fogging the glass while the city lights painted her skin.
Every time she thought she was finished, every time she sagged against me whispering that she couldn’t anymore, I’d push her over again... my cock buried deep, my hands on her body, my mouth on her throat, her breasts, her lips, claiming every inch of her until she had nothing left to give.
By the time dawn crept through the curtains, her voice was gone, her body trembling and marked, her cunt raw and still dripping with me. I was on top of her again, slow this time, deep, kissing her soft and lazy while we stayed connected, our bodies tangled in sweat-soaked sheets.
Her chest rose and fell in short, exhausted gasps, her lashes heavy, her eyes glazed but still locked on me.
"One day..." she whispered, her voice hoarse, broken, "...you’re going to kill me with this."
I chuckled against her mouth, biting her swollen lip. "One day," I murmured, my cock twitching inside her again, "you’ll understand you were built for this. Built for me."
Her cunt clenched around me one last time, weak but undeniable. And even as the sun spilled into the room, painting her skin gold, I knew I wasn’t done.. not with her, not ever.