Talon does neither. He pushes me over and climbs on top of me, linking his fingers to the back of my neck to pull me closer, kissing me harder, deeper, his mouth going to war, but I’m not putting up a fight. I sink into the bed, savoring his weight on top of me.
“God, you’re so beautiful. So sexy.” Talon pushes himself up on one arm and grabs the hem of my nightshirt.
I raise my arms and let him pull it off me. He bows down and kisses my clavicle, working his way to my breasts. He glides his tongue over my nipple as his hand drags down my stomach and into the waistband of my shorts. I arch my back under the sensation, kissing his neck and sucking his skin. I’ve never felt so hot in my life. Talon devours me like he might never get a chance at this moment again. He works his way lower, kissing the planes of my torso until he positions himself between my legs and tugs my panties and shorts off in one quick motion.
I lay bare before him, the heat of his kiss traveling down the rest of me, sending blooms of rosy color across my body.
“Tell me you want me,” he says, with his palms on my knees, spreading my body as he drinks in the sight of my pussy. “I need to hear it, Stacia. I’m not going to touch you otherwise. I want you to be absolutely certain. Because if you let me, I’m going to want more of you. I won’t want anyone else.”
My chest rises and falls with my deep breathing, and I lean up and grab his shirt, trying to yank it over his head. He snatches my hands and restrains them, pushing me back to the bed, pinning me down, his body resting between my legs. His hard cock presses against me through the fabric of his pants, and I squirm, grinding my body as if it’s the only way I’ll find relief.
“Fuck me,” I say, gliding my tongue over his neck and sucking him hard enough to leave a mark. “I want you to fuck me.”
He releases my arms and grasps my chin. Holding me in place, he kisses me again, letting me rub my body to his without giving him more.
“Stop teasing me, Talon. You asked me to tell you that I wanted it. Now you’re just torturing me. Come on. Fuck me.” I reach between us and unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free. I stroke my fingers up and down his length, feeling as he drips his excitement on me.
He pulls away and stops me, only to press his hand to my stomach to pin me down as he repositions himself between my legs. He slides his middle finger inside me and uses his thumb to spread my body open. I gasp as his tongue caresses my clit, starting slowly as if he wants to take his time exploring every inch of me. I pant and squirm, but his other hand remains firmly right below my navel, pressing into my pelvis as he moves his middle finger inside me, creating sensations, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before while he kisses and sucks my clit like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I rub my hands over his arms, tracing the bulging veins as I watch him eat me out, refusing to take my eyes away. He hums against my skin, staring at me, devouring my reaction as I throw myself back, clinging to the bed as he works me to my peak.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Fuck.” I chant as the sensation builds and builds, my body preparing to explode. “Fuck. Fuck, it feels so good. Fuck.”
Talon hums again, keeping his even pace, his tongue rubbing against my clit at the same time his finger plays with my G-spot until my muscles tense, and I scream out with pleasure, my orgasm stealing my breath.
I practically fall apart, panting as my mind whirls. My legs tremble as he slows down, taking his time to finish, acting as if he might continue until I explode again.
I reach for him. “I can’t handle another. Fuck me,” I plead, my voice shaking.
Talon eases away, a smile playing on his face now damp with my excitement. “You can handle anything, Stacia. I’m not done with you yet. I warned you.”
I don’t even get a chance to react as he buries his face between my legs again, flicking his tongue over my clit in quick successions, building my body up again with the new sensation. I scream and shake, my muscles losing control as I ride on the high of lust created by Talon. He works me up and up, my heart threatening to explode along with another orgasm. But he stops short. He doesn’t bring me to my peak and instead pulls away from me to grab my legs, spreading them wide, and thrusts inside me. He pins me in such a way that I gasp and huff with the pressure. This isn’t a moment of slow sensuality. This is hot passion, and built-up desire from over the years, finally exploding between us. My eyes roll back into my head as he strums his finger over my clit, bouncing me against him and controlling my movements. My moans come in bursts, my voice ringing through the air. Talon doesn’t hold back and moans with me, grunting with each thrust that takes me closer and closer to complete and utter satisfaction.
“You’re going to come for me again, Stacia. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even stand up. You need it,” he says, playing with my clit as he stretches out and pinches my nipple between his fingers. “You’re going to melt for me. Come undone.”
I moan my response, enjoying the sensation of his hips smacking my thighs, the softness of his balls tapping against my ass. I peek through my lashes, watching as he plays with me until I come again. The pleasure intensifies, and I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood, but I can’t help it. It’s as if pain and pleasure blend as one, distracting me from the rest of the world.
“I’ll always give you what you need, Stacia. You are so fucking amazing. I regret wasting all this time. I won’t deny you again.” Talon bows forward and molds his lips to mine, pounding harder and harder into me as our sounds of passion fill the air until he thrusts hard and deep a few more times as he comes.
I cling onto him, continuing to kiss him, not letting him catch his breath. He gasps against my lips, sinking onto me, just letting his weight keep me down.
“Are you sure about that?” I ask after a minute, letting our emotions settle, knowing better than to get my hopes up. Because I know his position. I know my place. This could lead to far worse consequences if my dad were to find out.
He slides his arms under me and holds me closer while he flips over with me on top of him. “Absolutely. For as long as you want. Because fuck everything. I mean it. Fuck everything.” He kisses me again, stroking his fingers up and down my spine.
“The Looking Glass? My dad?” I know I shouldn’t ask him, but I can’t help it. Talon feels like safety. He feels like the only one that would ever stand beside me and do anything.
“Especially His Majesty. He doesn’t deserve his position. He doesn’t care about anything besides the power he gets from it. He’s lost sight of our chapter’s purpose,” Talon responds, his voice breathy and deep.
All I can do is smile. I know he’s right, but it’s hard for me to believe him. Every man I’ve ever trusted has betrayed me.
I open my mouth to try to summon something to say, to tell him that maybe he should care just a little, considering the consequences, but his cell phone rings from his discarded pants, blaring through the air.
“You should get that,” I say, knowing that he’s not going to if I don’t encourage him. “It could be important.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “Leandro will leave a message. He has a key. Don’t worry about it, wild child. I want you to let me take care of you.”
So I give in. Talon and I shower together and return to the bed, more calm and relaxed than ever.