Page 47 of Fathom

“Don’t stop,” she gasped out.

I picked her up by her thighs and put her on the bed. She fell backward as I parted her thighs, pressing my face along the inside of her flesh, feeling her heart beating wildly against my cheeks. The hunger rose up in me. I could just bite down and… I turned my attention back to the intoxicating smell, that delicious taste that only existed between the folds of her legs. I was not going to bite her.

I pressed my mouth against her, using my tongue to explore, to circle that nub and chase all the small sounds of delight it dragged out of her. She was dripping wet, her opening oozing with need. I lapped the liquid onto my tongue, spreading it over her small nub as I worked up and down the sides of it, paying attention to her every twitch and spasm, repeating motions that brought more of them to the surface.

Her hands pressed down on the back of my head as her cries became more intense, her hips bucking against me. I increased my motions, slowing down only when she dug her fingers into my hair and lifted my head.

“Eun,” she gasped out. “Fuck me. Please.”

SEVENTEEN

LEIJA

“Eun,” I gasped out. “Fuck me. Please.”

He let out a growl that was positively savage.

He was up the length of my body in a flash so fast it tore a gasp of surprise from my throat. His hands went to either side of my head, and he loomed over me, looking down at me, his eyes intense, out of control.

He wasn't going to go slow.

I didn't want him to.

I was wet and ready, and I had him before. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it right the fuck now.

I could feel him between my legs.

I lifted my knees, reaching down to grip him. He was slick, like his length had its own lubrication, and put him right where I wanted him.

The moment the head of him was settled against my opening, he pushed forward, sliding easily in the wet messdown there. I gave out a gasp as my soreness melted away in the face of the bliss of him. He felt so good. I could feel each bump of his ridges going in, and I tilted my hips up towards him, the ecstatic pleasure of being filled overwhelming my senses.

I wanted him so bad.

The touch of him inside of me was molten delicacy. It was heat and skin-on-skin. I reached up and dug my hands into his hair again, feeling the softness of him that covered the hardness of his muscles. He let out a grunt and then slammed all the way into me.

He was in, all the way.

I let out a gasp as the sensation of fullness overwhelmed me, driving all thoughts from my mind.

This was everything I craved.

His body pressed down on me, pinning me down so I couldn't move.

A thrill rushed through me, sudden and startling, a sudden awareness of his strength.

He pulled back out, not all the way, and I felt his bare flesh dragging inside of me.

He thrust in again, and I lifted my hips to meet him. He pressed his lower body against mine as he moved, his lower abdominals rubbing against the shifting grind of my body. We became a beast with two backs, moving together, our breaths heavy and gasping as he gave, I received, I clenched, he slid.

I wrapped my legs up behind his hips and felt the solid strands of his hair brushing against my calves and heels, massaging them.

His motions became faster, and I held on to him, every caress of his length inside of me lifting me up higher, each pounding peak a promise of an explosion that was building with the rhythm that we found together.

The rhythm of I want you, I need you, I’m here for you.

I clamped down on him, every muscle in my body clenching as he drove me over the edge of myself and into the cascading bliss of what we had become together. I heard the tearing sound next to my head, and he snarled, thrusting into me as something thickened. I tried to move, but his body covered me, his arms tucking into the side as he pushed deep, the pressure just inside my opening becoming more and more, and then another wave of pleasure knocked me away from my thoughts as his heat filled me.

He lay on top of me, his weight partially supported by his arms.