Chapter 55 55
Hazel’s POV
My thighs instinctively rubbed against each other as I squibbed below him in protest of his sloppy actions. "Can you move a bit faster? Please." I decided to try another approach in hopes of getting him to be a bit quicker.
He seemed to have been awaiting my plea. It seemed my pleas had worked. Draven kneeled at the edge of the bed and got in between my thighs. I watched him look down on me there.
He had a more fiery look now as he stared at my area, like it was the most beautiful and precious thing in the world. He still had his hand on my thighs but suddenly stopped rubbing on the tender skin.
"Please, Draven," I begged for heaven's sake. His every touch was fiery, and I was willing to burn in that fire. I felt hot tears trickle down the corner of my eyes as I felt him rub me there in the most enticing way possible.
My body reacted to his touch, and I was left a moaning, naked, and sweaty mess. He stayed in a position where my womanly area could be perfect for his viewing.
I saw him sniff in the air around that area, and he looked like he had smelt the aroma of an extremely tasty meal, a meal he surely couldn't wait to feast upon, and I truly couldn't wait to be feasted on by him.
He gazed up at me, locking our eyes together while rubbing slower and slower on it. Draven slowly trailed his fingers along my sensitive area, and soon I felt him slowly put a finger inside me.
I gasped in arousal as his forefinger suddenly slid inside of me. I watched him as he got closer and closer to my private place, and then he did the same thing he had done to me that night.
He licked on it. He kept licking and sucking on my clitoris deliciously, all the while moving his fingers in and out of me. I was extremely close to it; I could feel it bubble right below my tummy, and I knew it way too well.
I was now at the edge of the bed, and while he kneeled there, his fingers kept going in and out of me, causing me to sense my orgasm. It was getting closer and closer, and I couldn't hold in my moans any longer.
I let it all out with no restraints. I kept moaning, groaning, and writhing there at his mercy. I felt it coming closer and closer. I kept moaning louder and louder at him, moaning his name over and over again like a chant. It felt so good.
Just when I was about to reach it, I caged his head tightly with my thighs, and the inexplicable pleasure that gave was more than pleasing; the closer I got, the crazier I felt.
My body truly didn't belong to me anymore; it now fully belonged to him, and I was more than willing to give him all of me at that moment. And just when I was about to lose my mind, I screamed out his name way too loudly; he had to shut my mouth with his hand.
I exploded into spasms of immense pleasure. I felt shaky and felt my body tremble. My vision was clouded for a few minutes, and I couldn't feel other parts of my body; I could only feel the sweet tension down there.
I let out shaky breaths, feeling numbers at my taut bud. I suddenly felt the bed sink in, and then strong hands held onto my parted legs. I gazed up with dazed eyes to see Draven standing there, his chiselled abs gazing at me and drawing my attention.
I raised my hands up with great strength, as they felt like jelly. I trailed his abs, enjoying the feel of his body. I placed my hand, wide spread on his chest, and began gliding up, feeling every inch.
I trailed my hand up and then slowly back down, teasing him and making him want me more. I kept my gaze on his shut eyes as he savoured the feel of my hand on him.
My fingers were now at his lower belly, and I was about to go further down, but something daring within me made me trail back up. He growled in disapproval, and I continued trailing down once more, not out of fear but to tease him once more.
My hands got further down his lower belly and then began their way up his rock-hard member. Just when I was about to reach its peak, I went further down, and he let out the loud grumble once more, causing me to chuckle a bit.
I continued trailing up right to his hip again and then got to his back and glided down in one swift move. I knew guys loved this a lot, and it was one of their many secrets in bed.
Just then, I felt something wet and thick on my hand. I raised my hand to my viewing, only to find it stained in blood. Scared, I quickly prompted myself to look at him more clearly.
He seemed to notice my change in aura as I gazed towards the path where my fingers glided through, only to find more blood seeping out of his side. I wondered why the physician, Noah, didn't think to bandage him up, but just then I saw the bloodied bandage at the corner.
He must've tore it out and thrown it off just for this. "Ah... Don't pay attention to that, Hazel, so let's continue with this." He said it so nonchalantly that it actually infuriated me a lot. He was taking this way too freely.
This is his health that I am worried about, for goodness sake. He could really get hurt and, worse, infected because of this stupid move of his. "Get off me," I ordered. He looked confused for a few seconds but eventually moved away.
I swung my legs down from the bed and immediately headed for the bathroom without caring about the fact that I'm completely naked before Draven. Not that it mattered more than his health.
I got to the mirror cupboard and opened it; there were some ointments and, thankfully, bandages too. I grabbed some cotton wool, an antiseptic, bandages, and ointment. I rushed back to the bedroom to find Draven seated there, waiting for me calmly.
I got to his sides and began cleaning the blood off with the cotton wool. Once I was sure it was all cleaned up, I began by placing the cotton at the cover of the antiseptic bottle and bending it over a little to get some of its content to pour out on the cotton.
I began cleaning up the rest of his blood with the antiseptic-soaked cotton, and then I applied the ointment before bandaging up his injury. I felt so guilty at that moment; how could I have instigated the kiss between us knowing he was heavily injured?
Why can I do nothing but hurt him so much? It's unfair to him, and I know that. He doesn't deserve it. I had no idea I was actually crying until a few teardrops fell right onto his lap. He also noticed them and held my chin up to face him.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" He asked so worriedly that I felt my heart melt over and over again.