Chapter 90 Daring
Chapter 90 Daring
Arihya POV
Out of breath, I watched him set a bottle of peroxide, a cotton ball, and a Band-Aid next to me.
He lifted my foot and began to gently clean the cut himself. I swallowed, stunned quiet and I couldn’t remember thenlast time anyone had ever done something like this for me not even my mother.
How could a man be so cold, and yet so warm all at once?
My heart tripped over its next beat and I ached for human contact. I had always been impulsive, never thinking things through because I lived for the moment, for the high and the feeling, and right now, I would do anything to have this man’s hands on me.
With a shaky pulse, I slipped my shirt off and dropped it next to his feet. He went so still even the air quieted, but he took his time putting the Band-Aid on before he let himself
look up. I unclipped my bra while he watched, letting it drop to the floor.
My breasts felt tight and heavy, and the satisfaction from him just looking at my body was nearly overwhelming. My voice came out on a breath.
“You never answered my question, Cassian.”
Do you want my life ruined when you decide, you want to move on from me? The silent words floated in the air between us and he stepped between my legs then his eyes on my breasts were so hot it sent a flush up my neck.
He circled a thumb over the button of my shorts, and my nipples tightened. “Where am I moving to?”
My heart was racing so fast I couldn’t catch my breath. He popped the button through the hole. “One of your women or back to your wife,” I breathed.
I leaned back on my hands to lift my hips as he pulled my shorts and thong down my legs. He threw them to the side and focused his gaze between my spread thighs. His eyes darkened, and he ran a hand across his mouth.
A shiver rolled through me, and he ran a finger down the goosebumps on my arm. “What do you think?” he said.
His thumb traced my well-maintained landing strip. My stomach tightened. My blood was on fire. He’d never looked at me this way, with such a soft, consuming desire in his eyes, like he’d never seen a woman before like I was
everything and it terrified me.
I gasped as he pulled my head back by my hair, pressed his lips to my neck, and made a wild, rough sound of anger, like he’d just been forced to surrender a hard-fought fight.
“You haven't gotten me what I wanted,” he rasped, “Whats are you hiding from me?”
He lifted me off the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Walking me down the hall, he held me tightly, as if I was precious, or as if he couldn’t figure out how to hurt me first.
He dropped me on the bed and my breasts bounced from the impact, thrn his heavy gaze caressed me there. Slipping a hand up my stomach, he cupped one, squeezed.
Rubbed a thumb across my nipple. I exhaled, pleasure blazing a path to my core. “You will forever amaze me with your beauty,” he
murmured.
My heart warmed but the feeling was interrupted as he flipped me onto my stomach. His hands caressed my ass, each grabbing a handful.
“Wait . . .” I breathed. “I don't know if I'm on my active days, just went to the gynecologist and before you ask me any questions, I don't know how to calculate anything.” A shiver shot up my spine as he nipped my ass cheek.
“Ovulation.” he corrected, before kissing and lightly sucking on my inner thigh.
“Yeah, that....” I moaned, digging my fingers into the sheets as the wet heat of his tongue swept between my legs. “Oh, God . . .”
He groaned low in his throat, and then he flipped me onto my back, his body covering mine, his hard-on settling between my legs. Placing a hand on either side of me, he leaned in and nipped my breast before sucking the nipple deep.
Heat erupted inside of me, liquefying in my veins. I grabbed his biceps, only able to get my hands around a quarter of them. Soon a wave of nervousness rushed in but then he switched breasts, pinching one nipple and sucking the other. Oh, well.
“Take off your shirt,” I begged.
I wanted to feel him and the muscle beneath his skin, the heat of his body, the heavy beat of his heart against mine.
I stilled in anticipation when he lifted his head because I thought he was going to kiss me, but he only pressed his mouth to my ear. “I’ll let you know when I start taking orders from you.”
It was a harsh and arrogantbstatement, but his voice was so full of lust it only drove me crazier. I rolled my hips, rubbing myself up and down his erection as he kissed a hot, wet line down my neck.
I moaned, scraping my nails down his arms, trying to crawl into his skin. He dropped back between my legs, not hesitating before dipping his head and licking me from entrance to clit.
The growl of satisfaction that escaped him vibrated against me, and I already fought the imminent orgasm. He ran a rough hand down my leg, pulling my thigh over his shoulder. It was almost tender, the soft sweep of his palm against my skin, and a beat skipped in my chest.
I ran my fingers through his hair, but he shook my hand off, so I grabbed two fistfuls of the comforter instead, while spewing unintelligible English and Arabian as he pushed his tongue inside me. In and out then In and out.
My eyes rolled back in my head, my spine arching off the bed. A drop of sweat ran between my breasts. He worked me so hard and fast and in a mindless state, I ran a hand into his hair again, grabbing a handful and moving my hips at the same time, trying to keep his attention where I needed it.
He let me control the movement for only a second. He nipped at my clit and I yelped, trying to jump back and out of his hold but pain pulsed in that spot.
His narrowed gaze found mine. “You take what I give you.”
I glared, barely biting back the retort on my tongue. “Go ahead and say it,” he warned.