“That’s it, sweetheart,” I bit out breathlessly. “This is what you meant when you said you like it rough, isn’t it? You pathetic little thing.”
Her nod was forceful, even against the pressure of my hand. I felt her breath, hot and heavy through her nose as she sucked my middle finger even deeper into her mouth. The sensation was driving me insane, imagining just how good it would feel to slide something else down her throat, something a touch more challenging than a single finger.
Second observation: prior suspicions had been correct. Arken did, indeed, have a bit of an oral fixation.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
The sounds our bodies made as they slapped together were filthy, absolutely obscene, given how fucking wet she was. And it felt vulgar, downrightindecent,how hard my cock was getting from watching her writhe with pleasure while practically sobbing against my hand. I truly didn’t think I couldgetany harder than I was, but I could tell I was driving her half outof her mind as I delivered the brand of pleasure she sought so desperately. And that did unspeakable things tomybrain.
“Did you let the others fuck you like this, Arken? Did they know whatreallygets you off?”
She shook her head emphatically, and I groaned, eyes meeting the back of my skull.
You’re godsdamned right they didn’t.
With every crude and wanton thrust, I felt her pussy weep and clench in the most luscious of ways. I had truly never experienced a softer, tighter, hotter place to sink myself into, and again I had to wonder if the girl was fucking made for me. My balls grew tight, almost painfully heavy as the muscles at my core tightened at the thought.
“Fucking. Give. It. To. Me,” I demanded, refusing my own release until she’d found hers. Her body began to tense up and shudder. “That’s right, sweetheart. I’m not asking.”
The noise that escaped her mouth as I removed my hand was some unholy cross between a whimper and a sob.
“Come for me, damnit,” I ground out, pressing her hips into the mattress with both hands so I could drive myself into her as hard as humanly fuckin’ possible.
It only took one of those thrusts to make her shatter.
“Fuck, Kieran!”she shouted, that needy little cunt of hers throbbing as her body jolted, milking the release from my cock.
My breath was heavy and ragged as I pulled out and collapsed beside her, resting a hand on her thigh.
“I mean,” I panted. “I’m pretty sure we just did.”
She snorted and slapped a pillow over my head. “Stop talking, Vistarii.”
After another round or three, a small rumble sounded from Arken’s stomach—one I’d only heard because I rested my head upon it, entirely blissed out with her fingers running through my hair.
“You’re hungry,” I said, pushing to a seated position. “What do you want for breakfast?”
Arken’s brow furrowed, and she stuck out her lower lip to pout at me. “No.”
“No?” I chuckled. “What do you mean,no?”
Her body language shifted subtly, and she seemed a bit shy. “I don’t wanna get out of bed yet,” she mumbled. “I’m not ready to leave.”
Oh, you sweet little thing.
“Thankfully, you don’t have to get out of bed, nor do you need to leave the townhouse in order for you to receive sustenance. That’s what I’m here for. Now, what would you like?”
At that, for some reason, Arken groaned, shoving her head into a pile of pillows.
“What is it, Little Conduit?” I asked, gently this time.
Her murmured response came out far too muffled by silk, linen, and down for me to comprehend.
“I’m gonna need you to try that one again.”
She huffed, pushing herself up into a seated position, picking at her fingernails and not meeting my gaze.
“Ark…”