Chapter 42

42

MINA

Sylas slid into me at once, and I groaned when I felt him land, clawing my hands out on the cold tile floor.

He'd been—exploring me was probably the best word—with all of his mouths for so long it'd made me ache. I was willing to keep my eyes closed, but I needed to get fucked, I couldn't stand it anymore, the emptiness inside me had lasted long enough.

So when he thudded home, I fought back, trying to keep my hips closer to his, to make each thrust short and hard—I couldn't believe I'd denied this part of myself for so long—now that I had someone I trusted to fuck me, I wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"Mina," he growled above me, shoving me forward—and I reached up to press my hands on the tub's edge to push back—and doing so freed more of my breasts for his ravenous mouths and tongues—they'd pulled my nipples into peaks and more of them were kissing down my belly for my clit and Christ—fuck—damn!

"Oh my god, Sylas—" I hissed and winced, spreading my knees as wide as they would go.

"Yes, open yourself for all of me," he said, grabbing my hips and thrusting hard.

And that was how I knew this was actually good for him, too.

If he were just pleasing me, he could've sat there and magically pistoned cloud-parts of himself back and forth.

But he was fucking me now like there were things he wanted to get out of it—things he could only find in me—and I liked that.

I didn't want to come by my lonesome again—I wanted him to fuck me hard enough it changed him.

"Tell me more," I begged, as he slid roughly in and out, and the lips at my clit sucked and pulled.

"I want you to be as dark as I am," he snarled, and all of a sudden, all of the mouths and tongues and places where he was touching me gained weight and pressure. "I want to make you be like me." He changed his grip on my hips, and began using me to work him, and knowing that made me thrill and tense. "I want you to remember this moment, and what it feels like, for eternity."

The thought of that melted me. "Oh fuck ," I hissed, and went weak, which let him shove us both forward, until my thighs caught on the wide lip of my tub.

"And I want to make you come."

He was fucking me so hard I could barely breathe, and I knew what we were doing would've looked brutal to anyone who was watching, because it was.

It wasn't that I didn't like brutal things. It was just that I wanted to give permission for them first.

"Fuck—fuck—fuck—" I started crying out, my hips shaking, me drooling from being upside down and breathing so fast, and he started pounding me in the rhythm of my shouts, as one of his unseen mouths latched on to my clit and licked it quickly. "Oh my god," I said and then whined incoherently. "I'm gonna—gonna— fuck! " I shouted, pulsing hard. "Oh fuck, Sylas— fuck! "

And then I heard a wild, animalistic sound from him, all around, like all the mouths he'd been using to kiss me were giving his orgasm a choral voice, as his hips slammed and stuttered against mine, holding me tight, and rocking the two of us, matched, back and forth, until he settled.

"Stay there, my queen," he commanded, and I felt him pull out of me with a moan—and then his mouth was between my legs again, kissing, only this time it was my pussy. "Don't move."

"I don't think I can," I muttered, barely able to breathe.

"I don't want to leave any of myself inside you," he explained.

I went from propping myself up with my arms to using them as a cradle to cushion my ribs and stomach from the tub's edge. "So you admit you're not ready to be a father yet. I respect that."

His laughter rose up from all around me, even as he continued to work.