I don’t see his eyes taking in every inch of me, but I feel them as they caress me, as thorough as his hands, looking at all of me like I’m a piece of art hanging on a wall. I may have felt that way before but I’m scarred now, wounds and bruises littering my skin.
As if sensing where my thoughts have just gone to, Lex snaps, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
I swallow.
He drops to his knees so suddenly I don’t have time to keep up with his movements and then his mouth is on my stomach, pressing kisses over the almost healed wound in my stomach, right on top of the raised and angry pink skin. He moves over my stomach and chest, kissing each bruise and cut before he moves to my neck, my shoulders, arms and then he’s at my legs, pressing butterfly kisses to the inside of the thigh where Valentine branded me.
Arousal heats the space between my legs and my stomach knots, pushing those thoughts from my mind as his mouth drags across my thigh, kissing all the areas where I’m now marked. He doesn’t give a fuck.
When his mouth lands on my pussy I gasp, the sound loud in the quiet room. His tongue swipes from bottom to top, the flat edge of his tongue dragging through my folds before stopping at my clit and sucking it into his mouth, the sound obscene and dirty and yet oh so right.
My hands fly to his head, fingers gripping his hair to hold him in place as he flicks his tongue, sending me higher and higher.
The king is on his knees for me.
“Shit,” I hiss.
His fingers suddenly thrust inside of me, curling and already finding that one sweet spot inside me, rubbing it expertly until my thighs are shaking and I’m gasping for air, begging for both mercy and more.
I’m right there when he suddenly pulls away.
“Do you want more?” He asks.
“Yes,” I beg, “Please.”
“Who do you belong to, little bird?”
“You. Always you. Only you.”
“You’re such a good girl.”
He slides his boxers from his hips and down his legs before dropping down once more to kiss me between the legs and then he’s lining himself up to my pussy, sinking in torturously slow.
My eyes roll back in my head as he fills me and continues to do so at a pace that will kill me if he doesn’t do something.
When he’s fully sheathed, he drops down to his elbows, holding himself there as he rests his forehead against my own. He begins to pump his hips, sliding out before slamming back in still too slow for my liking.
“Fuck me,” I growl, “I want you tofuck me.”
His mouth slams down onto mine, his tongue forcing entry as he continues that slow, torturous pace.
When he pulls away, a wicked grin tugs at his mouth, “say please.”
“Please.”
“Anything for you,” he chuckles darkly.
Pushing up, he stands at the edge of the bed, dragging me further down the bed and forcing my ass up before he slams into me so hard my bones rattle.
“Like this, baby?”
“Yes!”
He slams his hips into me, our skin slapping together, the sound echoing in this quiet space. Perspiration wets my skin and my whole body coils tight, ready to snap at any moment.
“I want it,” Lex growls, “I want to feel you come on my cock, now, little bird.”
“Lex,” I rasp.
He fucks me like I’m his lifeline, like I’m the air that fills his lungs and the blood that pumps through his veins and he continues until he’s drawing out a climax so shattering I’ll never be put together again. Stars burst behind my eyes and all my muscles cramp and then release, my pussy contracting wildly, ripping a scream from my throat so loud I’m sure the whole house hears it.
“Fuck!” He roars, fucking me harder, more relentlessly before he slams home once more, and then stills, his climax filling me, his cock jerking with his release.
For a few minutes we lay there in the dark, bodies stuck together, breathing hard and fast.
Lex fills the silence, “Don’t you ever think you are anything but perfection.”
I don’t have a chance to respond when he pulls away from me and crosses the room, slamming the bathroom door which has been replaced since he rammed his way through it only a few days ago. I lay there in the dark, feeling him leak onto my thighs and wait for him to return.