Chapter 97 Unexplainable feelings
Ira's POV
I enter my room, gently closing the door behind me. Feeling refreshed after washing off the day's sweat and dirt off my flesh, I prepare for bed.
The cold wraps around me like a welcome embrace. Honestly the cold doesn't bother me as much.
“What the…” my words get stuck in my throat when the door bursts open.
Ruel slams the door behind him and I fight back a smile at the sight of him.
“Ruel,” I say, hoping my tone doesn't betray the triumph I feel. He stands there like he's gathering a storm, his large shoulders tense.
“Uh, what can I….”
Before I can speak, he steals me, spinning me, and slams my back against the door.
His body presses into me, hard and hot, warming me up instantly by erasing every gap between us.
I shiver when his hands clamp down on my hips, dragging my dress up.
“You let him touch you,” he says, his eyes furious.
“There was nothing wrong with it. It's my body and he was only wiping away sweat.”
Well at first.
I don't know what the second touch meant but I'm not about to apologize to a man I know only wants me for my body.
“You should have stopped him.” He says stepping impossibly closer. “Or maybe you liked it.”
I lift my chin. “I did.”
His hand slams into the wall beside my head and I flinch, my heart racing.
Damn, why am I more excited?
“Ira,” he breathes, his eyes filled with anger and something else but I don't stop there.
“I liked the way his touch made you look at me.” I add, staring into his eyes hoping so badly he gets what I'm trying to say.
His smirk is one-sided as strong hands clamp around my hips lifting me like I weigh nothing.
“You want to make me jealous?” he growls, the sound vibrating through my chest.
My legs wrap around his waist without thought, muscle memory and want taking over.
“Hmm.” I say, feeling his hardon immediately, through his clothes, right where I’m already aching.
His kiss hits me without warning, stealing my breath as his mouth takes mine like he’s been starving for it.
My lips part on instinct, and his tongue is already there, pushing deep and slow, making my thoughts blur until they fade completely.
I kiss him back, trying to match his pace, but my body gives in first, burning with desire.
I'm so far gone that I don't realize he's lifted me off the wall until I'm tossed on the bed.
My fingers claw at his shirt, yanking it up because I need to feel him. I want to touch his skin, those muscles, feel his heartbeat… but Ruel's hand captures both my wrists, pulling them up and slamming them above my head.
Pain flares in my hand but it only makes me feel hotter. I gasp when his other hand grabs the neckline of my nightdress in an aggressive pull.
My eyes snap wide as it rips loud in the quiet room. The cool air rushes over my bare skin as I gasp into his mouth. Ruel swallows the sound and keeps kissing me while he shoves his knee between my legs, forcing them wide.
He pulls away, unzipping his pants and letting free his strained dick. Then his eyes lock on mine again.
The dark hunger I see in his golden gaze feels me with dread and excitement.
I bite down hard on my lip as he lines himself up. But nothing could have prepared me for his hard and deep thrust.
“Fuck! Ruel… cal…calm downnn….” I moan, my back arching off the bed at the burning stretch.
If Ruel has an ear, it's not functioning at this point ‘cause he only goes harder. I groan, feeling my eyes roll into my head as my breathing turns into helpless pants.
Fuck, it’s so fucking good I can’t tell where the ache ends and the pleasure begins. He’s so thick, so deep, filling every inch until I feel split open and whole at the same time.
He slams his hips into mine repeatedly with the best rolling thrusts, each one driving the little air from my lungs.
The bed groans beneath us, but all I can focus on is how good he feels and his ragged breathing against my ear.
The noise of slick-sweaty-skin slapping against skin, echoes in the room.
I feel every ounce of his anger in the way he snaps forward, in the way his fingers tighten around my wrists until they throb. It's almost like… FUCK… like he’s trying to brand himself into me with every punishing drive.
“You feel me?” He leans closer, his voice low and wrecked against my lips.
“This pussy…” Thrust. “...is mine.”
Another brutal snap of his hips. “These lips,” Thrust. “This face, these eyes looking up at me like that,” He growls the words right into my mouth. “All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mine!”
Having already lost the ability to produce coherent words, I can only moan…high and desperate shattered sounds that spill out every time he bottoms out.
My body answers him without my permission, clenching around him, trying to keep him inside, trying to pull him deeper even though I’m already shaking apart.
My thighs quiver around his waist, my heels dig into the small of his back. I’m drowning in the rhythm, in the heat, in the way he pins me down and claims every part of me.
In the way I let him have his way with me.
“Ruel…” His name rips out of me as I feel my orgasm near. Nearly a second later I arch harder, my legs locking around him.
Tears sting my eyes, hot and sudden, because it’s too much… too deep, too fast, too everything.
I shamelessly cry out, sobbing his name as my whole body starts to spasm from the exploding pressure. And then I'm faintly aware of the tears sliding down my temples into my hair.
The moment he lets go of my hands, catching his own breath, I cling to him with everything I have, nails scraping his shoulders, my legs trembling.
Ruel groans, the sound almost animalistic as he slams in one final time.
He's so deep I swear I feel him in my throat. His hips grind tight as he comes, pulsing hot inside me, body locking rigid above mine.
His forehead drops to mine, our breaths mingling. For a few heartbeats we stay like that, foreheads pressed, chests heaving… the feeling is almost soft.
My hand lifts on its own, fingertips brushing his jaw. But I've barely touched his face when he jerks back, getting off the bed.
The sudden emptiness fills me with a different kind of cold.
Without a word he buttons his pants in quick, jerky movements. Raking both hands through his hair, he catches his breath and reaches for the door.
“Ruel,” I whisper, my voice cracking a little.
With sad eyes and an unexplainable feeling, I watch him walk out.