His fingers pluck my nipples, and once again, I feel his teeth graze my clit. The threat is imminent, as if to say that if I don’t come soon, I will be punished.
It's a warning that I have no choice but to heed.
His tongue continues to work me, and after a few more seconds, I feel myself approaching the mouth of a volcano, where I’ll peer inside, only to be blown to smithereens by the catastrophic eruption.
His tongue flicks, and I’m leaning over the fiery mouth. It flicks again, and I’m completely decimated.
Vaguely, I hear the scream erupting from my mouth as violently as the orgasm washing over me. I think I cry out Cage’s name, but at this moment, the only thing I can be sure of is that I’ll never be the same once I come down.
Bright bursts of color explode in my otherwise blackened vision, and the entirety of my body seizes against his face. My hips gyrate mindlessly, where his tongue is still flattened against me.
By the time I come down, it feels like I’ve traveled light years and back. Like I have an entirely new lifetime of experiences.
Panting heavily, I open my eyes, though my vision is still blurred and unreliable. Cage is slipping out from beneath me, and the heat of his body envelops me a moment later, his front pressing into my back. Despite the warm air blowing through the open barn doors, I shiver.
“I have bad news,” he whispers darkly .
“What’s that?” I croak.
His hot breath fans across the shell of my ear, and the effect is no worse than when a predator is watching you and there's nowhere to run.
“I’m still hungry.” His voice is as deep as a mountain and as rough as the rock it’s made of.
My bottom lip finds itself between my teeth, and I clamp down until I feel a sharp sting.
I have no fucking idea what to say to that. All I know is that he could take whatever he wants from me, and I would gladly give it to him.
His rough palms fan across either side of my hips, leaving tiny little embers in his wake.
“I need more,” he rasps.
“You can have me,” I whisper.
Dangerous words to say to a predator, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt this alive.
In response, I hear the clink of his metal belt buckle, followed by the sound of it pulling free from the loops of his black jeans.
My muscles swell with anticipation. For a moment, I’m transported back to when I was twenty-five with the same domineering presence crowding over me. And while it was terrifying, it was equally fucking thrilling.
Soft leather brushes across my neck, barely giving me time to register it before it's looped through the buckle and being pulled tight. My eyes round, and the startled sound from my throat scarcely escapes before it’s constricted, allowing me just enough air to stay conscious .
Then, the telltale sign of metal teeth breaking apart follows. What little breath I have comes out in short, excited bursts. Fabric shuffles, and I glance over my shoulder to see him kneeling behind me, completely naked.
“You shouldn't be real,” I croak.
He was beautiful nine years ago, but now, he’s otherworldly. Surely, a mirage I’ve constructed in my brain after too many years of isolation. His body is made up of muscles packed beneath tattooed flesh. Solid, but lean. A perfect combination that creates a masterpiece da Vinci fucking wishes he had invented.
He reaches forward and brushes his thumb gently over the teeth prints on my cheekbone.
“I have a feeling you shouldn’t be alive. Yet here you are.” His stare is affectionate, though it borders on obsession. “And I’m so fucking lucky that you are.”
I don’t know if I’d ever consider myself lucky, but at this moment, I think I feel the same.
Then, he's tugging on the belt around my neck and roughly hauling me back into his chest. I gasp, my brain slow to process as my body conforms to his demands without thought. The pressure of his palm against my lower back follows, encouraging it to bow until I'm curved into a perfect C, my ass and the crown of my head pressed against him. His other hand cups the underside of my jaw, keeping me firmly in place.
He stares down at me with a savage expression, his mouth poised above mine.
“I love how easily you bend for me.”
“Just don't expect me to break,” I counter breathlessly.
He hums, as if that's yet to be determined. “ But that's my favorite part,” he croons against my lips.
His cock teases my entrance, slipping through my pussy with ease.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Though you should’ve asked sooner in case I wasn’t.”