Page 80 of Touch of Hate
“I’m coming!” I scream, unable to stop myself.
Euphoria overtakes me, and I slip into a heavenly headspace while I spasm. My legs tighten around his head as I ride it out, wave after wave of relief rolling over me, leaving me breathless and on the verge of losing my voice while crying out again and again.
“Ren! Oh god, Ren!” I don’t know if I’m laughing, crying, or both. I’m completely wrecked and totally at his mercy.
He answers me silently by taking hold of my hips, his grasp firm, forceful even, keeping me in place. The pleasure continues to build, and even though I just came, I can feel another orgasm on the cusp. Pain and pleasure mix, and I can’t stop the impending orgasm. The friction of Ren’s tongue against my clit as he licks me faster, builds into a crescendo.
“Stop… oh god,” I whimper, trying to escape his touch before it sets me on fire. Instead of falling from the cliff and reaching the valley, the sensation plateaus, leaving me suspended between tension and ecstasy. On and on it goes, with every touch of his tongue.
Just when I’m certain nothing can make this better or bring me more pleasure, I feel him at my entrance. He slips a finger inside my tight channel, and I nearly convulse.
“Come on, angel, you can give me one more. Gush that sweet nectar on my tongue and come on my fingers, so I know you’re ready to take my cock.”
His voice barely meets my ears, but I know one thing is certain.
He won’t stop until I come again. My core tightens to the point of pain, and all I can do is fist the sheets with one hand and try to fight off his merciless touch with the other.
“I can’t take anymore.” I moan, on the verge of sobbing, but he doesn’t stop. I can hear the wet strokes of his finger pumping in and out of me. He adds a second finger, stretching me, and I tip my head back into the pillows.
I’m on the verge of death. Death by orgasm.
“Come for me, Scarlet, or I won’t give you my cock.” I grit my teeth, and he curls his finger inside me, bringing my pleasure to a new height. He’s touching something deep, something carnal and raw.
“Oh my…” My voice cracks, hell, maybe even I crack. I’m not sure. Everything fades to the background when I explode, my core tightening in pain and pleasure, squeezing Ren’s fingers so tight I’m worried he might lose them.
Goose bumps pebble my flesh, and I’m floating, receding into the unknown. Ren takes mercy on me then, his fingers slowing, his tongue no longer on my clit, but instead against my thigh and folds, lapping up my release like a kitten with a bowl of milk.
“Delicious. I could eat you for every meal and still be hungry.” His compliment makes me smile, but I’m so exhausted all I can do is sigh.
“I think I died and came back to life,” I whimper as he slowly moves again, his fingers gently pushing in and out of me. My pulse rings in my ears, and my breathing is so erratic you would think I ran a marathon.
I watch, dazed, almost overcome all over again by the sight of him taking pleasure in me. And it’s for me. All for me.
I’ve never felt more ready, more hungry, and needy for him than I do now. A few more strokes and he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. Those blue eyes of his flutter closed, and pure satisfaction overtakes his features.
When his eyes open again, the blue is darker, more striking against his skin, and he stands, popping the button on his jeans to lower them along with his boxers. His cock springs free, standing heavily between his legs.
It appears angry, the head red and swollen with need. He crawls up the length of my body, blanketing me with his warmth. Placing a kiss on the side of my mouth, he arranges himself between my thighs.
This is where he belongs, cradled by my body, my arms and legs wrapped around him while he positions his dripping head at my still-quivering entrance.
This is it. My body tenses with anticipation while my heart thumps like a hammer, threatening to burst free of my chest.
If it were anyone but him looking down at me and anyone else’s heart racing against my chest, I might be afraid. I might close my eyes and brace myself, waiting for the pain to pass. Hoping it would happen quickly.
But it’s Ren. It’s his familiar eyes and his beloved face.
“This is it, angel. Your last chance to be free. After this, you’re mine forever,” he whispers against my mouth.
If I didn’t love him before, I would be hopelessly, completely his now. This simple act of pausing to make sure I am ready is all I need to confirm this is right. This is meant to be.
Cupping his cheek, I stare into his eyes. “I’ve always been yours.”
He smiles. “Good. I’ll be as gentle as I can be, but I can’t promise anything. I’ve wanted you for so long… you make me unhinged.”
I nod, holding on tight.
I don’t care if he’s gentle or not. I want this too much.