Chapter 159 Seeking more
Chapter 159 Seeking more
Aurora's POV
I whisper, "Do it, then. Do it all. Give me all of you. And don't you dare hold back Caden"
In the split second of hesitation, he moistens his lips, his lids drifting lower, eyes darkening with unrestrained desire. The air between us crackles with tension, and then he moves with a fierce determination.
He grabs me by the ankles, dragging me to the edge of the bed. My heart races as he leans down, taking a big, greedy mouthful of my ass.
The sensation is intense, his hot breath on my skin making me shiver. He sinks his teeth into my flesh with an animal's snarl, a primitive sound of victory that reverberates through the room, like a lion gloating over a fresh kill.
In place of his teeth, I feel his hand. His open palm meets the spot his mouth just was with a stinging crack that makes me jump and yelp in shock. The sharp pain melds with the heat of desire, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
He starts to speak to me in Russian, his words harsh and guttural, spoken through clenched teeth. The raw intensity of his voice, the foreign words dripping with passion, is so hot I can barely stand it.
He loves Russian even though he wasn't one.
Every syllable, every touch, ignites a fire within me. The primal, unrestrained hunger in his actions, the way he takes control, leaves me breathless and craving more. His dominance, his wild need, consumes me entirely, making me feel alive in a way I never have before.
He flips me onto my back, yanks my bra off, and flings it away before capturing my lips in a deep, bruising kiss, biting at my lips with a fervor that leaves me breathless.
His breathing is ragged, his hands trembling with the effort of holding back. I can feel the thin thread of his self-control fraying, barely restraining the primal urge to claim me completely.
The thought that this huge, dangerous man can also be so sweet and tender almost brings tears to my eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him back even harder, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He bites my earlobe, then my neck, and then my shoulder. Each nip sends shivers of pleasure through me, and I laugh breathlessly, feeling crazed with desire.
He continues his descent, kissing and nipping his way down my body. His hands are rough, greedy, taking big handfuls of my flesh wherever he can. He grasps my breasts, my hips, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His mouth follows the path his fingers blaze, devouring me with a hunger that matches my own.
Every touch, every kiss, is a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that simmers between us. The intensity of his need, the way he takes me without hesitation, makes me feel cherished and desired in a way I've never known before.
And in that moment, nothing else matters but the two of us, lost in the fire of our love.
When he bites my inner thigh, I moan, the sound escaping my lips unbidden.
He freezes, eyes dark with concern. "Too much?"
"God, no. Don't stop."
A dark, primal hunger flashes in his eyes as he turns his face to my other thigh, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh there, too. I arch my back, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me ache for his demanding hot mouth in other places.
Like there.
As if reading my mind, he moves down and latches onto my clitoris, pulling at it with his lips. The shock of pleasure rips through me, and I make a sound I'm sure I've never made before, one of total delirium.
He flattens his hand over my belly, pinning me down as he devours me. His tongue and lips work with a precision that has me moaning and writhing, my legs spread wide. I rock my hips against his face, wantonly seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he's giving me.
When he slides two fingers inside me, I gasp, the sensation almost too much. Then he scrapes his teeth against my clit, and I come undone. The orgasm crashes through me, leaving me trembling and breathless, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy.
My orgasm hits suddenly and violently, an explosion of pleasure that leaves me shuddering and screaming his name, my body cracking wide open for him.
He doesn't stop. He rips open the fly of his jeans, fumbling urgently, his mouth still devouring me. With a growl, he surges up onto one hand on the bed, the other at his crotch. I catch a glimpse of his erection, thick and ready, before he thrusts it deep inside me.
We groan in unison as he fills me, stretching me open around his huge, hard cock. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious blend of pleasure and pressure that makes me claw my fingernails into his back, leaving marks in his flesh.
His voice comes out low and ragged, full of raw need. "Yes, baby. You give me your marks, too.