Chapter 47 Before the silence
IRIS
A loud moan eludes my lips, tearing through the air, the sensation causing my eyelids to flutter close, my body trembling as downright glee consumed me, ripping off my senses in a go.
“That’s it, baby, ” he praises, his voice husky, easily the sexiest thing I’ve heard.
He plunges his fingers in and out of me in a slow rhythm, his low grunts filling up my ears. I throw my head back, my fingers digging into his back as the feeling consumes me whole.
He holds me steady with a girl hand on my waist as he does incredible things to my body.
My abdomen clenches really hard, and the tingles that shoot up my spine, alongside the euphoric sensation that courses through me, converge beneath my stomach, curling my toes. I fist his hair, eliciting a low grunt from him that sent a vibration thrumming against me. My muscles stiffen, and my nipples harden.
He picks up his pace, thumb circling my clip as he brings me to the edge.
With one long, hard moan, I come undone against his fingers, my head falling on the space between his neck and shoulder with harsh pants evading me
He swoops me off my feet, and drops me gently on the bed.
His mouth claims mine again, deeper this time.
Hungrier.
His tongue sweeps past my lips without hesitation, taking everything he wants while his hands roamed, greedy and deliberate.
They slide down my body, possessive, like he is memorizing every inch of me by touch alone. When they reach my chest, he doesn’t hesitate, palms cupping my breasts, squeezing them roughly enough to make me gasp into his mouth.
My back arches. I can’t help it. My body offers itself without thought, pressing my chest into his hands, begging silently for more.
He gives it.
His fingers find my nipples, rolling the hardened buds between his thumb and forefinger, teasing them with the perfect blend of pressure and patience.
I break the kiss with a sharp inhale, whimpering as heat coiled in my core all over again.
Darian stares down at me with that wicked gleam in his eyes, as if he relished every twitch and shiver he pulled from me.
“So needy,” he murmurs, flicking one nipple between his fingers, then the other. “You make such pretty sounds for the littlest things.”
He leans in for another kiss, biting my bottom lip before he takes it, his tongue brushing mine again. The kiss ends as suddenly as it starts, perfectly timed with another dual flick of my nipples that makes me jolt.
“So fucking sensitive,” he whispers against my mouth.
A desperate whimper leaves me, and he moves lower, dragging his lips along my jaw until they reach my neck.
He latches on, biting and sucking, hard enough to leave a mark. His hands aren’t idle, they slide down my sides with reverent care, the pads of his fingers trailing fire over my skin.
His body slides lower, his hands pushing my legs up and over his shoulders. I feel the stretch in my hips as he spreads me wide, completely on display.
His mouth hovers just inches away from my swollen, soaked core.
“You came so prettily for me earlier,” he murmurs, breathing hot against my skin. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward for that?”
I blink at him, dazed and raw. I nod, my breath caught in my throat.
And then his tongue is on me.
One long, slow lick from my leaking hole all the way up to my throbbing clit.
Darian doesn’t ease in this time. There was no patience in the way he devours me, no slow tease or careful buildup.
He feasts on me like a man starved.
His tongue plunges into me with feral precision, his nose pressed right up against my clit as he rolls his head into my core, licking, sucking, claiming me all over again.
I gasp, sharp, broken, my hips jerking upward as my hands fly to his hair.
Fingers curl tight, I fist it, anchoring myself as he fucks me with his mouth like he doesn’t need to breathe. His growl vibrates against my folds, sending shockwaves through my belly.
My thighs clamp around his head instinctively, but he doesn’t flinch. If anything, he groans louder, deeper, like he wants me to suffocate him there.
His grip on my thighs tightens, locking me in place as his tongue drags over my clit again and again, relentless and steady, like he knew exactly how to break me down.
“Fuck…fuck,” I cry, voice cracking as pleasure crackles through me like fire.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t pause.
He tongue-fucks me with vicious devotion, then shifts, letting his lips close around my clit and sucks.
I sob.
My back arches off the bed. My nails scrap his scalp, my body fighting the orgasm that barrels toward me like a wave too big to escape.
I try to pull away, just an inch, just to breathe, but he growls and drags me right back down.
He wants it all.
Wants to drown in me.
And I give it. I give it all.
My body shakes like a live wire. My thighs tremble around his head. My hands are tangled in his hair like lifelines as I rock against his mouth, ride it, chasing that maddening pressure building behind my navel.
His answer is another groan, the vibrations ricocheting through my clit, his tongue lashing, flicking, wrecking me until I am seconds from falling off the edge again.
"I'm… I'm gonna cum…” I gasp, voice breaking as the tension in my belly reaches its apex, that knot tightening into something blinding and unstoppable.
But just when I was about to fall apart,
Darien stopped.
He pulls away from me entirely.
A sob tears from my throat.
“No-”
I whine in protest, hips rutting into empty air, chasing the friction he so cruelly denied.
He sits back, wiping his mouth lazily with the back of his hand, his chest heaving. His eyes burn into mine, wild and dark with hunger.
Then he swallows, that thick Adam’s apple bobbing as he licks his lips like he was still tasting me.
“Fuck…” he murmurs, almost to himself.
Then he surges forward, capturing my lips in a kiss so deep, so feral, I can’t breathe.
I moan into his mouth, a low, broken sound, because I can taste myself on his tongue.
While I am distracted, dazed by the kiss, I feel him shift, the thick head of his cock brushing my entrance again.
Then came the command, low and demanding:
“Spread your legs.”