Page 8 of Sapphire

She struggled against me, her body straining and twisting like a wild thing. I held her easily, my arms banded around her waist. I knew she could feel my need against her.

"Let me go, you bastard," she spat. “I swear to God, I will fucking end you if you don't-"

"Shh," I interrupted, nuzzling into the warm, damp skin of her neck. "Stop fighting me, Kamilla. Stop pushing me away. I'm not your enemy here." I pressed my hardness deeper into her.

She went still against me, her breath coming in sharp, shallow pants. "Then what are you?" she asked, her voice so soft I almost didn't hear it.

I turned her in my arms, my hands smoothing down the elegant line of her back to rest at the flare of her hips. "I'm the man who would fucking die for you, Kamilla," I said, holding her gaze with my own.

Her eyes went wide, her lips parting on a soft, startled exhale. "Seamus"

"I remember you," I interrupted, my grip on her tightening. "From that day at the here. Sitting in your brother's car in that royal blue dress, your eyes watching me like I was something dangerous. Something you wanted to run from and run to, all at the same time."

Her throat worked as she swallowed, her gaze flicking away from mine. "I don't know what you're talking about." He voice said one thing but her eyes told me another. The same eyes that had been tracking me, the hunger evident in them.

"Liar," I growled, ducking my head to nip at her jaw. She shuddered against me, her nails digging into my shoulders. "You wanted me, even then.”

She made a soft, broken sound, her eyes squeezing shut. "Seamus, please..."

"I'm going to fuck you, Kamilla." I breathed, my lips trailing down the column of her throat. "Going to lay you out on my bed and take my time with you, learn every inch of you with my hands and my mouth. Going to make you come on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. Over and over again, until you're trembling and sobbing and so fucking sensitive you can barely stand it."

Kamilla whimpered, her head falling back to give me better access. I growled my approval, my teeth scraping over her racing pulse.

"I'm going to fill you up," I promised, my hand sliding down to cup her ass, to pull her harder against the aching ridge of my erection. "I’m going to pump you so full of my seed, you'll be dripping with it for days. Everyone will know you're mine, Kamilla.”

She shuddered, her hips rocking against me in a desperate, needy grind. "When?”

I groaned, my control fracturing. I couldn't wait any longer. Lowering her to the mat, I settled between her thighs, my hands pushing up the hem of her tank top to bare the smooth, sweat-slick skin of her belly.

"But first I need to taste you," I rumbled, my lips trailing over her ribs, her navel, the fullness of her hipbones. I dragged her leggings down, baring her to my hungry gaze. She was beautiful, fucking perfect, her pussy bare and glistening with the evidence of her arousal. I didn't hesitate, I just buried my face between her thighs and fucking devoured her.

Kamilla cried out, her back bowing off the mat as I licked and sucked and nibbled at her swollen clit. She tasted like heaven and sin, like everything I'd ever wanted and all the things I knew I could never deserve. I lapped at her greedily, my tongue delving deep to fuck into her, as my lips sealed around her clit and pulled.

She writhed beneath me, her hands fisted in my hair as she rode my face with desperate, broken movements. I could feel her getting close, could taste it in the flood of her juices, hear it in the high, keening cries that spilled from her lips.

"Seamus," she sobbed, her thighs clamping around my ears. "Oh fuck, Seamus, I'm going to... I'm going to..."

"Do it," I commanded, my voice muffled against her flesh. "Fucking come for me, Kamilla. Let me feel you, taste you, fucking drown in you."

With a ragged scream, she shattered apart, as she clenched and rippled around my thrusting tongue as she came and came and came. I worked her through it, my jaw aching and my cock throbbing in my pants, until she was limp and gasping for air.

I crawled up her body, my mouth and chin slick with her essence, bracing myself above her on trembling arms as I stared down at her flushed face.

"You're fucking perfect," I told her.

She smiled up at me, lazy and satisfied. She reached up, her hand cupping my cheek with a tenderness that made my heart fucking ache. “My darkness matches yours.”

I turned my head, pressing a kiss to her palm as she shuddered beneath me as I pressed against her. Her lips curved in a wicked, hungry smile that made my cock jerk against the confines of my sweatpants. I claimed her mouth in a kiss. My need can wait.

I reached over my shoulder and pulled my tee off, sitting Kamilla up and placed it over her to cover her.

“But what about?” she asked as she glanced at the bulge in my sweatpants.

I helped Kamilla stand, my sweatshirt covering her to mid-thigh. Seeing my shirt on her bought out a whole new level of need in me.

“That was about me sweetheart. I fucking loved feeling you on my tongue. I want more of that and I will be taking more of that, every chance I get.”

I could see Kamilla’s defences come up.