Chapter 218 Come undone

Chapter 218 Come undone
He tore my clothes, not gently, unlike the first time we did it, but not rough either. It was desperate, driven by a raw, overwhelming need to feel skin against skin, to erase every barrier standing between us. The fabric of my shirt gave way with a sharp tug, tearing down the center to reveal my bare shoulders and exposed bra, and I didn't care for a single second.

Tobias’s hands were hot, trembling against my ribs as he lifted me higher into his lap, pulling me so close that there wasn't a single millimeter of air left between us.

His mouth crashed down on mine, heavy, intense, and deep. His tongue pushed past my lips, taking complete possession of my mouth in a kiss born of grief, lust, and fierce devotion, a man reaching for his only lifeline in the middle of a storm.

I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer, opening my mouth wider to his as a soft, helpless moan escaped my throat. The taste of him, mixed with the faint metallic tang of his dried tears, was intoxicating.

"Lisa," he rasped against my lips, his breath hot, heavy, and ragged as his mouth dragged down my jawline, leaving wet, searing marks along my skin before burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Tell me this is real. Tell me you're not going anywhere."

"I'm right here," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion as my hands slid down his broad back, feeling the hard muscle flex beneath his shirt. "I'm not leaving you, Tobias. Never."

He let out a low, shaky breath, his hands sliding down my waist to my hips, unbuttoning my denim skirt and yanking it down over my legs, tossing it onto the floor.

He unhooked my bra, letting it fall away, and every place his calloused hands touched left a trail of pure fire across my skin.

He shifted me off his lap and onto the soft cushions of the couch, leaning his full body over me, his dark grey eyes searching mine with a wild, consuming intensity that made my heart hammer violently against my ribs.

"Look at me," he commanded softly, his thumbs tracing my cheekbones while his broad chest heaved above mine. "I need to see your eyes."

"I'm looking," I breathed, my fingers trailing down his neck, unbuttoning his shirt with desperate speed until I pushed the fabric off his shoulders and pressed my flat palms straight against his chest, feeling the heavy, rapid thud of his heart against my skin.

Tobias leaned down, pressing a fierce, tender kiss to my forehead, then to my eyelids, and down the bridge of my nose to my lips again before moving lower. His mouth trailed down my throat, his teeth softly grazing the sensitive skin of my collarbone, making me arch off the cushions. His hands smoothed over my thighs, spreading them wide apart as he shifted down between my legs.

My breath hitched sharply as he knelt on the carpet between my knees, looking up at me, his eyes dark with a mix of ravenous hunger and absolute reverence.

Without a word, he leaned forward, pressing his warm, damp mouth straight against the inner curve of my thigh, leaving a hot kiss that sent a jolt of liquid heat straight to my core.

"Tobias..." I gasped, my head falling back against the couch as my fingers dug blindly into the fabric.

"Let me take care of you first," he murmured against my damp skin, his warm breath fanning over my sheer lace panties before his hands gripped the fabric and pulled them down my legs, tossing them aside.

The cool air of the room hit me for only a second before Tobias moved back in, his large hands gripping my inner thighs to keep me wide open for him. He leaned down and pressed his mouth directly against my bare center.

An intense, breathless shock surged through my whole body. I arched my back, a high, desperate whimpering sound slipping past my lips as his tongue made its first long, wet stroke up my length. He began to move against me with deliberate, aching slowness, burying his face between my legs.

He was deeply in tune with every small reaction I gave—tracking every shudder of my hips, every hitch in my breath, every quiet gasp of his name.
"You're so soft, baby," he whispered against me, breaking away for a fraction of a second to look up at my flushed, swollen face. His thumb stroked my hipbone, holding me steady. "So sweet. So beautiful for me."

He parted my folds with his fingers, exposing my sensitive peak, and brought his tongue straight back to it. He began sucking softly, swirling his tongue around the swollen knot of nerves in a steady, relentless rhythm.

My hips lifted off the couch on their own, chasing the friction, but his hands stayed firmly clamped on my thighs, holding me pinned right where he wanted me.

"Tobias, please..." I sobbed out, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the couch cushions.

He didn't slow down. He picked up the pace, his tongue moving faster, flicking against my peak while he slid two of his long fingers deep inside me.

I screamed out his name as my breath caught in my throat. The feeling of his fingers curling inside me while his mouth worked relentlessly on the outside was too much. The tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter, a fierce, unbearable pressure building in my lower stomach until my whole body was trembling on the edge of a cliff.
"Tobias, I can't... I'm going to—"

"Do it, Lisa. Give it to me," he growled softly against my wet skin, his fingers pumping inside me with faster, deeper strokes. "Let it go right here on my mouth."

The wave crashed over me with sudden, terrifying intensity. My thighs clamped tightly around his head and shoulders as a loud, trembling cry tore from my throat.

My vision blurred into starbursts as continuous, intense pulses of pleasure rippled through my body, making my walls contract tightly around his fingers.

I spilled over his mouth, breathless, weightless, and completely undone.