Chapter 27

TWENTY-SEVEN

Laura

N othing mattered.

Nothing except for Phoenix and those glorious fucking fingers of his. My hips were raised fully off of the rock, Phoenix's other hand sliding back up to my neck to pin me down as wave after wave of pleasure coiled through me.

The rock grazed my fingertips, the sensations between my thighs becoming overwhelming when Phoenix didn't let up after my orgasm subsided.

‘Phoenix,' I whimpered. He relaxed my hips back down toward the rock, his thumb coming up to stroke lazily against my clit. Each circle made my body shudder, making me want to scoot back from his touch. The hand around my neck slid down to my pelvis, pinning me to the black rock.

GOOD GIRL

He used his thumb to spell out the words on my clit, and with each letter he dragged another pathetic moan from me.

I shouldn't enjoy him calling me that. But I did. Pleasure bloomed again, building with each of his touches.

The gas mask covered most of his face, just the deep, dark eyes visible behind it. My own face reflected back at me in the glass when he tilted his head. Wet hair stuck to my shoulders from jumping into the sea, my own splayed pussy reflected when he glanced downward.

The sight was salacious, his fingers moving down to pump rhythmically in and out of me.

‘Fuck me,' I groaned, desperate for more now that he'd broken the seal. It was like all the pent up need he'd stoked in me bubbled to the surface, an unquenchable fountain of lust. ‘Please?'

The hand around my throat fell away as I pushed myself upright, leaning forward and undoing his trousers. His scarred fingers caressed the side of my face, tipping my chin upwards. A shake of his head told me I didn't have to… but I wanted to.

I'd burnt his cottage, and instead of hurting me, he'd pleasured me and called me a good girl. After everything, he truly did want me. His rage would have overridden his arousal otherwise.

Speaking of arousal…

The head of his dick popped free from his trousers, thick and hard between my fingers. His skin silken to the touch, but veined along the rigid length.

Licking my lips, I wondered how the hell it would all fit in my mouth.

Phoenix's fingers traced my lower lip, tugging it gently downwards.

‘Can I taste you?' I asked.

Phoenix gripped his dick and leaned forward, the sea sloshing around us. He dragged the tip over my lips before pulling it away when I tried to lick it. My brows furrowed and I narrowed my eyes, glancing up at his masked face.

Then he pressed the head against my lips, slipping between them. I moaned and his eyelids fluttered behind the glass.

Swirling my tongue around the head, he tasted like the sea, faintly salty and smokey. Another reminder of the cottage burning to our left.

I pressed my fingers against his hips, using the leverage to move forward and backward, working him with my mouth until he slipped his hands into my hair and began to fuck my face.

Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, his cock slipping further into my mouth with each thrust. I swallowed him down, wanting to give him the pleasure he'd finally given me. A deep, guttural noise came from his throat, and it made me even wetter than I had been.

My hatred for him had fled, leaving nothing but fiery heat. Maybe I'd finally lost the plot. Maybe. It was some sort of response to protect myself.

Well, fuck it. Whatever it was, I was done fighting it.

With a sudden jerk, Phoenix pulled my head backwards, a string of saliva attaching us together. I swallowed, waiting to see what he'd do. Lust glazed my vision for a handful of heartbeats. I waited to see what he'd do.

His grip tightened in my hair, almost painfully so. Within a moment, he'd pushed me onto my back, spreading me wide with his other hand. I could scarcely breathe with need, it was like my blood was boiling on the inside, leaving me nothing but a mess.

The tip of his cock rubbed against my swollen clit, and I wrapped my legs around his hips trying to pull him into me faster.

PATIENCE

His finger-whispers only fuelled my desperation.

‘I've got no more patience, Phoenix, so FUCK ME,' I demanded.

He entered me in one sharp thrust, my whole world tilting on its axis. Using the hand in my hair, he kept my eyes on his, through the mask, as he let me adjust to the fullness.

‘I wish you could talk to me,' I whispered, arching against the rock to take in a little bit more of his glorious dick.

The way he rolled his hips stole any further words, dragging a low moan from me. I dug my fingers into his arms, gripping tightly as he began to thrust into me, fucking me back into the rock with harsh, desperate thrusts. Every scrape digging into my skin only stoked the pleasure. My toes curled, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing him in with each ragged pant.

He felt right.

The way the heat of his body engulfed me. The way we fit together so perfectly.

Flutters stormed my insides, sweat gathering where our bodies met.

SAY MY NAME

His fingers had dropped to the back of my neck as he spelled out his impassioned plea.

‘Phoenix,' I whispered against his neck, wishing I could drag his mask from his face.

His thrusts quickened, forcing little cries from me with every scoop of his hips. It was all too much. He ached between my thighs, stretching me with every vicious slam of his pelvis. Our breath harried, his groans stuck deep in his throat while mine filled the air. The heat from his body against the icy chill of the sea. Even the passion with which he fucked me, I could palpably feel it thrumming in the air. Never before had I felt so utterly desired as I did at that moment, accepting his pleasure.

COME FOR ME

The jerky strokes of his finger on my neck were my undoing. I let go of the part of the old me I'd been desperately holding onto and sank into an orgasm that shook my entire world.

The rhythmic clamping of my muscles had him quaking against me, my moans lost to the night while he filled me with ropes of hot cum. My orgasm knew no bounds, slamming through me and stealing away my free will, leaving me utterly defenceless to the onslaught of desire he hailed down upon me.

Stars exploded.

Worlds ended.

Pandora's box was ripped wide by his cock deep inside.

As I trembled against him, his cum seeping out with his slowing strokes, tears fell.

I knew I'd beg him to take me again, and again.

He'd played my body like his violin, and now I was trapped by the beautiful song he'd wrapped around us. A song borne of gasps and moans, of desperation and desire.

Phoenix had bewitched me.

A sob tore from me as the weeks of betrayal and loneliness came to a surface. The loss of my family hit me full force with the emotional wave the orgasms had unleashed.

Phoenix picked me up, cradling me against his chest. A wicked shiver wracked me as the moments of passion depleted, my naked and soaked form catching up to reality. He walked us close to the cottage, before stripping himself off, ditching the gas mask even, his scarred face on full display.

The rock he sat on was warm beneath us, and I burrowed against his chest, his burning home warming us.

I cried for my loss.

I cried for my weakness.

I cried for the cottage.

I cried for him.

All the while he held me. Giving me safety and warmth I didn't deserve.

I cried about that, too.