Chapter 67
Chapter 67
Chapter 67
Rhea
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He grabs me again and kisses me, this time harder and for longer. His mouth moves against mine, his teeth grazing, nipping against my lower lip, biting down. The sting of pain courses through my veins, and I hiss at him.
Aron pulls away quickly, “Shh. Don’t make a sound,” His thumb moves over my mouth. It soothes a little of the burn on my lips.
My cheeks are flushed, and they’re burning with shame and want and something else. My heartbeat pounds loudly. The sound of his breathing is the only noise in this room right now.
His eyes are on me, on my face.
And I realize how hard my chest is rising and falling. How ragged my breath is.
His hand slides over the side of my neck and then up and across the line of my jaw, cupping the back of my head and bringing my mouth to his again. His tongue presses against my teeth, and I part them without even realizing. Without even knowing it, giving him more access to me.
And then there is nothing but this kiss.
I’m drowning. My stomach drops.
His hand slides into my hair and twists my locks between his fingers before tugging me even closer and crushing me to him. I feel his teeth nibbling and scraping over my lip.
He pushes me against the mattress, my back flat on it while I feel his weight press down on me, and my head sinks into the soft pillows as he covers me completely. The scent of him–his breath–fills me, and I lose the ability to breathe on my own. My head spins. The room disappears around me.
His fingers clasp themselves in my hair, and they hold on. He tilts my chin to the side, and the line of my throat is bare for him. My pulse jumps as he kisses a wet line from the hollow of my neck, and I feel the heat seep through my clothes and sink into my skin.
My skin becomes alive, tingling with all this newness. He moves his hand from my hair and trails it down my body until it’s against my thigh.
He touches me.
I feel it through the clothing. It leaves me gasping, arching for more, the feeling is so foreign.
“What are you-” I speak through a breath. “Doing?” It’s the most that I’m able to utter.
“Stopping you from thinking.” He murmurs in my ear as his fingers curl against the hem of my pants.
My lips part, but I can’t speak. The words don’t come out.
I bite my lips and stay silent, not saying a thing. He leans back and shifts my shirt, tugging it higher and exposing more skin to his hands, to his eyes. He brushes the back of his finger down the side of my ribs. His touch leaves goosebumps in its wake while his other hand slides down, slipping into the front of my pants, into the fabric of my underwear and touching against
- me.
“Relax, Rhea,” he says, looking down at me. “You’re going to like it.”
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The first touch has my whole body jolting. His fingers are calloused as they graze over my sensitive skin. They’re not inside me but just against the skin.
“And if you don’t, you can always tell me.” He continues.
I’m unable to take my eyes off the hand that is touching my bare skin.
The muscles inside of my stomach twist and tighten. I’m holding my breath. The sheets of the bed twist and bunch as I dig my fingers into them, clutching at them.
He moves further, and a strangled moan escapes me when he rubs at the small spot, and a rush goes through me, something so unfamiliar. I don’t understand it. I can’t comprehend it.
Suddenly, the feeling is gone from me, and his fingers are not on me, and it only makes the ache in me throb harder. He takes off my pants, removing them entirely, and then my legs are being pushed apart, and I have no strength left in my limbs to move.
And I don’t need to look to see the part of myself that he is seeing right now. The most intimate part. And he’s watching me and looking at me.
“You’re so wet,” his fingers return back to my center. They spread me apart. They make me squirm.
I can’t handle the sight.
My head falls to the side, my hair spilling on the pillow.
“You like this, don’t you?” He presses down on the exact place where he had touched me last time, and the feeling of his hand over mine and the heat of him, it makes me shiver. I have to close my eyes against it. My teeth bite down on the flesh inside my mouth. He doesn’t wait. His finger dips into my opening and presses into it.
The moan that escapes my mouth is inhuman.
“Aron-” My voice comes as a cry.
My insides clench. My heart skips a beat and another one.
“Yes,” His mouth falls on my collarbone. “Say it like that again.” I’m lost. There’s a feeling in me that I don’t have the words for, an intense, overwhelming feeling that rushes to the front of my mind and blocks out everything. I don’t know what it is.
I feel it rise up my stomach, the feeling and the emotion in me growing stronger with every minute.
He’s pressing harder, pushing deeper, and his mouth comes back to my mouth. He licks into my mouth, he swallows each gasp that I give him, each moan, every broken word. His hand moves faster and more demandingly.
There’s no thought.
Nothing exists for a few long seconds.
Just him.
Just him.
He kisses the corner of my mouth as his finger fills me up. He leaves it inside me. “Does this feel good?”
“Too-” It’s the most that I’m able to utter.
“Hm,” he leans back, his eyes moving over my body, over my breasts. I feel the need in me, clawing at the walls of my stomach. My insides pulsate, they tighten and release. He adds a second digit in.
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It’s even stronger than the last time, the pressure on my muscles and the building of that one thing, the pressure of something that makes my legs twist. I feel too much all at once.
And the way his fingers move, the way they pump, the way he’s touching me.
I don’t last long. I break, and I fall, and I tumble over. A rush washes over me.
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There are shivers through my spine, through every inch of me. I’m losing all my senses, becoming weak under him, and the way my insides clench around his fingers, gripping them as if they don’t want to let him go.
“Good girl,” he says, watching me as the shivers subside. “You did really good for me.”
It takes a while for my heartbeat to calm down. I try to control my breath, and then when I do, I move up slowly, looking up to find his eyes already on me.
“Taste yourself,”
He leans over me and brings his fingers to my mouth. And I don’t even try to refuse them, I part my mouth for him. He slips it into my mouth, the wetness touching my tongue. It tastes different. Sweet and yet tangy and tart. He’s not gentle when he slides it back out, letting it drag on my tongue and scraping the pad of his fingertip against the ridges at the roof of my mouth, making a small shudder race down back.
my
When his fingers are gone, his mouth comes back to me, and it’s hard, demanding as it presses down on me. His lips move roughly against mine. My lips part for him.
The taste of me is still in my mouth and now his mouth. I can’t stop it from happening, and I can’t stop from feeling anything either. Not when he kisses like he owns my mouth. Not when he touches me like I’m made for him.
“You’ll sleep a lot better now.”
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