Chapter 291 Sleepless Night
Chapter 291 Sleepless Night
Serena Sinclair's POV:
Phillip technically kept his promise of "just once," but that "once" lasted so long I nearly broke down from the intensity. His touches sent electricity racing across my skin, fingers igniting flames wherever they landed.
He removed my nightgown with elegant urgency, like unwrapping a long-awaited gift, his eyes darkening as he took in every inch of my exposed flesh. Under the moonlight filtering through the curtains, my skin glowed like pearl, making his breathing grow heavy and irregular.
I trembled beneath his touch, already embarrassingly wet just from his heated gaze traveling over my body. The proper, composed lawyer I knew in daylight had completely vanished, replaced by this primal creature whose eyes burned with naked hunger.
His mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss before traveling south, leaving a trail of fire down my neck. He paid special attention to that sensitive spot below my ear that made me gasp each time his tongue flicked across it. His teeth grazed my pulse point, biting down just hard enough to make me cry out, then soothing the sting with gentle kisses.
"I want to mark you," he murmured against my throat, sucking hard enough to leave evidence of his possession. "I want everyone to know you're mine."
The possessive edge in his voice should have annoyed me, but instead, it sent a flood of heat straight between my thighs. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. When his mouth replaced his fingers, the wet heat of his tongue against the sensitive bud nearly undid me.
"You taste like honey," he groaned, moving to the other breast while his hand slid down my stomach. His fingers dipped between my thighs, finding me embarrassingly ready for him. "So wet already, Serena. Is this all for me?"
I could only nod, beyond words as his fingers explored my slick folds with expert precision. He circled my entrance teasingly before sliding two fingers inside, curling them in a "come hither" motion that made my back arch off the bed.
"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice rough with need as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out.
"Your mouth," I gasped, surprising myself with my boldness. "I want your mouth on me."
His eyes flashed with approval as he moved down my body, positioning himself between my spread thighs. He placed soft kisses on the inside of each thigh, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most until I was practically squirming with frustration.
"Phillip, please..." I begged shamelessly, threading my fingers through his hair.
"Since you asked so nicely," he murmured, his hot breath teasing my sensitive flesh seconds before his tongue made a long, deliberate stroke through my folds.
"Oh God!" I cried out, my head falling back against the pillows as his talented mouth worked me into a frenzy. He alternated between broad strokes and focused attention on that bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars.
When he slid his fingers back inside while sucking gently on my clit, the dual sensation was almost too much to bear. My thighs began to shake uncontrollably as tension coiled tighter in my lower belly.
"That's it," he encouraged between licks, "Let go for me, beautiful. I want to taste all of you."
The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, washing over me in powerful surges that left me crying out his name. My inner walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Yet even as I was still trembling from the aftershocks, Phillip showed no signs of stopping.
"I'm not done with you yet," he promised darkly, crawling up my body with predatory grace. He positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his impressive erection stretching me as he pushed inside with agonizing slowness.
The fullness was almost overwhelming, a delicious burn that walked the perfect line between pleasure and pain. He remained still once fully seated, allowing me to adjust to his size while dropping tender kisses across my face.
"You're perfect," he whispered against my lips. "So tight around me. Like you were made for me."
When he finally began to move, it was with slow, deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never knew existed. His eyes never left mine, maintaining that intense connection that made everything feel so much more intimate.
"Faster," I pleaded, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him deeper.
"Patience," he teased, keeping his deliberate pace. "We have all night, and I intend to savor every moment."
He rolled his hips in a circular motion that had me gasping, hitting that sensitive spot inside me with each thrust. As my pleasure built again, my nails raked down his back, leaving marks that would remind him of this night tomorrow.
"Mine," he growled, his pace finally increasing as his control slipped. "Say it, Serena. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasped, the words falling from my lips without hesitation as another orgasm began building rapidly. "Only yours, Phillip."
Something wild flashed in his eyes at my words, his last threads of restraint snapping. His thrusts became harder, faster, more desperate as he chased his own release while driving me toward another peak. One hand slipped between us, thumb circling my oversensitive clit with just the right pressure.
"Come with me," he commanded, his voice strained as he fought to hold back until I joined him.
The intensity of this second climax nearly made me black out, my entire body convulsing around him as I cried out his name. Phillip followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he pulsed inside me, his release triggering aftershocks that prolonged my pleasure.
But this was merely the beginning of our long night. After catching his breath, Phillip's hands began exploring my body again, awakening new desire despite my exhaustion. I groaned in protest but couldn't help responding to his touch.
"Phillip, I can't... not again," I whispered unconvincingly as his fingers traced lazy patterns on my inner thigh.
He smiled against my neck, that devastating smile that made my resolve crumble. "Your mouth says no, but your body is telling me something very different," he murmured, slipping his hand between my legs to find me already growing wet again.
He rolled me onto my stomach, positioning a pillow under my hips to elevate them. The new position made me feel deliciously vulnerable as his hands kneaded the flesh of my ass. I heard him groan with appreciation before his palm came down in a light, experimental slap that sent unexpected pleasure coursing through me.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice husky with renewed desire.
I nodded into the pillow, biting my lip to stifle a moan when he delivered another slightly harder spank, turning the skin pink under his hand. The contrast of the sharp sting followed by his gentle caresses had me pressing back against him, silently begging for more.
His fingers found my entrance from behind, teasing and exploring until I was squirming beneath him. Then I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me, sliding through my wetness before pushing inside in one smooth thrust.
The angle was incredible, allowing him to hit spots that made me see stars. I clutched the sheets, crying out with each deep thrust as he established a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he took me with an intensity that bordered on desperation.
"You have no idea how many times I've imagined you like this," he confessed, his voice strained with pleasure. "Spread out beneath me, taking all of me."