Page 153 of Eternal

I pull back slightly, dragging my mouth up her neck, pressing a kiss beneath her jaw.

“I will,” I murmured only for her ears to listen. “Don’t give me that look.”

Her eyes widened, pupils blown, lips parted, stunned and slightly scandalized in the way that made me grin.

“Oh, now you’re quiet?” I tease, tightening one of the knots a bit more. “Didn’t think that was possible.”

She glares playfully. “I’m saving my strength for when I break out.”

I chuckle darkly. “ Mm . That’s cute. But you won’t.”

I kiss her again, long, hand cradling her jaw while the other slides over her ribs, her stomach, down again. I’m not rushing this.

She’s tied up, under me, breathing like she’s already halfway gone, and we haven’t even started.

I lower myself between her legs. “Let’s see how long you last, partner. ”

She tugs at the ties again, more instinct than protest, and I watch the silk tighten, snug around her wrists. She’s completely spread out for me now, arms pinned, chest rising, lips parted like she’s already halfway undone.

“You know the more you tug,” I say, voice low, “the tighter it gets.”

She grins, that wicked, soft-lipped smile that always ruins me. “Maybe I want them tighter.”

God, I want to eat her alive for saying that.

I take a breath, steady, controlled. “ Beautiful, ” I murmur.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much, partner.”

I smirk, letting my hand ghost down the side of her body. “I wouldn’t say that,” I drop my voice, lower now. “I’m pacing myself.”

My fingers trace the curve of her ribs, over her stomach. “You know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?” I whisper. “Tied up. Needy. Ruined.”

She bites her bottom lip, like she’s trying to keep it together.

“Every time you talk back,” I keep going, dragging my hand across her hips, deliberately slow. “Every time you roll your eyes. Every time you pretend you’re not dying to be touched.”

I kiss the shell of her ear. “But I know you. You love being like this.”

She shivers underneath me, subtle, but enough to make my chest ache. I love how responsive she is, how good she sounds when I’m slipping a knee between her thighs, spreading her a little wider.

She tries to grind into me, barely, but I pull back, smiling against her neck.

“You think you’ve earned it already?”

“I’ve had a long day,” she breathes, still trying to sound like she’s not begging. “You should feel bad for me.”

I laugh quietly. “Oh, I do.”

My hand returns, firmer this time, brushing between her legs once, too fast, and gone again.

“That’s why I’m gonna make it worse… before I make it better.”

She exhales, sharp and desperate, half a laugh, half a curse. “I hate you,” she mutters.

I tilt my head. “Yeah?” I press closer, voice low in her ear. “Then why are you so wet for me?”

She glares. “I’m not.”

“ Liar ,” I whisper, kissing the inside of her thigh, right where her pulse stutters.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her pants and start dragging them down, painfully slow.

“I’m gonna make you beg,” I say, eyes still locked on hers. “Or I’ll keep you tied up all night.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.” I grin. “You think I’d waste having you like this? All spread out and soaked on my bed? Not a fucking chance.”

Another firework cracks outside, red light cuts across her skin, catching the sheen of her chest, the silk around her wrists, the softness of her mouth as she watches me.

“People are celebrating something stupid,” I murmur, kissing my way up her thigh, “but I’m celebrating you. You deserve the fireworks.”

Her eyes meet mine, dazed, bratty, and gorgeous.

I grin again. “But still… birthday girl’s gotta earn her orgasms.”

I lean down, mouth ghosting over her collarbone, teeth grazing skin to make her shiver. “This cunt’s mine tonight. You get that?”

Her breath hitches, eyes wide but trusting, always trusting, that’s what makes it all mine.

My hand slides up to cup her breast, squeezing hard. Then a sharp slap, not cruel, all it took to make her jerk, skin burning where my palm landed.

I grin, meeting her mouth again, kissing below her ear.

“Open your eyes.”

She huffs a laugh, not moving.

“Come on, partner ,” I tease, licking a slow stripe up her neck. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

She finally opens them, our eyes lock, and we both laugh.

Then I kiss her hard, not gentle, not sweet. It’s messy, heated, like I’m trying to taste the sound she made when I slapped her earlier. Her mouth opens for me, and I slide my tongue against hers, slow, deep. She moans into it, and I smile right into her mouth.

“See?” I murmur. “That’s better.”

“Stop smiling like that.” she pants, still grinning.

“ Mmh , Can’t,” I mutter, moving my mouth to her collarbone, biting hard enough to make her gasp. “Soft. So fucking soft.”

I trail lower, kissing my way to her chest, my hand slides down, ghosting over her stomach, fingertips barely brushing where she’s soaked and waiting. Naked now. I can feel it. That heat.

She shudders, hips lifting, begging for contact. and I pull back with a grin.

“ Uh-uh . That’s not how this works.”

She lets out the loudest groan, tugging at the ties again. “You’re evil.”

“And you’re soaking through the sheets. So what does that say about you?”

She laughs, but it catches on a moan when I drag my fingers right down the middle of her cunt.

I’m caressing her clit, simply a tease, then back up again.

She’s trembling now, hips twitching, breath ragged.

I slip two fingers between her thighs again, not inside, only a small pressure to make her squirm.

Her mouth opens, no sound. Her eyes flutter shut again.

“Hey.” I lean in, thumb brushing her lower lip. “Open those pretty eyes for me.”

She does, barely. And I smile. “That’s it. Stay with me.”

Then I take her mouth again, this time softer, slower, like she’s mine and I’m making sure she feels it. I spread her thighs wider, and settled between them like I belong there.

Her wrists strain in the knots again, a soft clink of the headboard.

“You’re shaking,” I murmur, dragging two fingers through the slick mess between her legs. “But you’re not saying stop.”

“I’m not saying stop,” she whispers, voice cracking open.

I press my palm flat against her lower stomach, holding her down as I rub her clit with two fingers, small, tight circles.

She gasps, legs twitching, back arching, I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet.

“You feel that?” I ask, not looking up.

She nods fast, needy, writhing under me.

“ Azra ,” I breathed. I slap her cunt again. “Words.”

“ Yes ,” she gasps. “I feel it.”

I grin, slipping two fingers into her again, curling just right, then stop.

“Not so fast,” I whisper. I pull them out and play with her again. “You wanna come, don’t you?” I ask, voice low.

She nods, already desperate.

“Then listen to me,” I smirk. “You’re not allowed until I say so.”

She groans, eyes wide, chest heaving. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“ Never, ” I whisper against her nipple. “I want you to feel it all.”

I kiss down her stomach, sliding my hands beneath her ass, lifting her. My tongue flicks against her clit once, then I do it again. And again .

Her thighs try to close around my head, and I grip them hard, spreading her again. “Keep them open.”

She moans my name, high and wrecked. But I keep licking slower now, drawing circles, switching pressure, letting her chase it and pulling back every time she’s on the edge.

“Please,” she whispers.

I spread her wider, hands gripping the insides of her thighs, watching the way her soaked cunt pulses like it’s begging. Her whole body is one big, trembling plea. How beautiful.

I drag my tongue up her slit, slow, unhurried, and she makes this noise, somewhere between a moan and a sob. It’s too much. She’s too wound up. That’s exactly where I want her.

“Gorgeous,” I murmur, dragging one slow finger down her cunt.

She tries to speak but all she manages is a strangled breath. Her chest is rising fast, lips parted, wrists tugging helplessly at the ties above her.

Then I strike, one hard slap right to her soaked cunt, not cruel, enough to make her jolt. She gasps, shocked, and the way her hips buck makes me laugh from how hungry she is.

“Oh,” I murmur, dragging my fingers through the mess between her legs. “You liked that.”

She’s panting within seconds.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes are fluttering closed again, overwhelmed. I pinch her clit. “Look at me, Azra.”

She does, barely, enough for me to see the daze, the tears starting to build in the corners.

“There she is.”

Then I go lower, tongue pressing flat and slow against her, licking her like she’s the first real meal I’ve had in months. I devour her.

Every twist of my tongue, every glide of my fingers inside her, is dangerously deep. I curl my fingers brutally and with the pressure on her stomach, she screams. No words, merely a sound. Like her brain is overloaded, but I don’t stop.

She’s coming, shaking, crying. I keep licking through it, I don’t let up, that’s when she begs.

“Please…fuck… I can’t…I can’t…”

“You will.” I curl my fingers again.“You will take it.”

She arches violently, thighs locking around my head. I grunt against her clit, and keep her pinned, tongue circling, sucking, dragging her straight into madness.

She’s sobbing now, beautiful, broken sounds falling from her mouth. Tears on her cheeks, her back is slick with sweat, her tied hands curled into fists, rising helplessly above her.

Then I stopped, fingers still in her, she’s trembling under me, jaw slack.

“No,” she sobs. “ No no no… Fuck .”

I crawl up over her, slowly, my hand finds her jaw, forcing her to look at me again.

“You don’t come unless I tell you to.”

She’s blinking, dazed, lips red and parted like she doesn’t even know what world she’s in.

I slid inside her without warning, all the way, she chokes on a scream. I swallow it with my mouth.

One deep thrust, and another one, long, but she’s already trembling.

“Now,” I whisper into her lips. “Come for me. Now.”

She does, falling apart, raw and sobbing against me, her cunt pulsing around my cock like it doesn’t know how to stop.

And I hold her through it, thrusting deep, slow, relentless, like I’ve already claimed every inch of her. Because I have. Because she likes it this way. Because she’s mine.

And I stop when I feel her pulling me in violently.

My forehead rests on hers and I smile. “Happy birthday, Azra.”

Another firework cracks outside, washing red light across the bed. She smiles, breath still uneven. “Thank you.”

She’s still trembling beneath me, her breath stuttering in her throat, damp curls stuck to her cheek and collarbone. Her eyes, green and blue, shine through her tears, wide and soft and wrecked.

Not from pain, from everything.

And I’m still inside her, not moving, staying there, deep and slow and quiet, her heat wrapped around me like she’s holding on from the inside, she blinks at me like I’m not real. Blue and green, ocean and forest watching me like I’m their whole world.

All I want is to kiss the side of her face, her mouth.

“How’d you like your first birthday night with me?” I murmur, lips brushing her temple.

She breathes out a smile, weak, aching, but proud. “Rough…” she whispers, voice cracking a little, “but soft now.”

Fuck.

“Then I’m glad.”

A tear slips down her cheek and I catch it with my lips. She exhales like it broke something in her. “Azra,” I whisper.

The tremble in her thighs eases, the tension in her arms softens, and I feel her body start to let go beneath mine, not from exhaustion, not from surrender, but from being held.

Still inside her, still wrapped up in everything, I reach up to her wrists.

The silk is loose now, damp with sweat and warmth.

I untie her gently, letting the fabric slip free, and bring her wrists to my lips, kissing each one, soft, slow.

She watches me with those pretty eyes, lids heavy, mouth slightly open like she’s trying to form words but can’t find any that are enough.

“You okay?” I whisper against her skin.

She nods, breath catching again, not from lust now, but something quieter.

She’s curled against me now, all bare skin, flushed cheeks, sweat-damp curls stuck to her neck.

My arms are wrapped around her, one hand stroking slowly up her spine, fingers tracing lazy lines down the slope of her back.

Her breath has evened out, but I can feel the little shivers that still run through her every few seconds.

I press a kiss to her temple again, then another to the corner of her mouth, watching her glow. She looks soft. Spent. Happy.

“Feeling spoiled yet?” I murmur.

She lets out a tired little laugh against my chest. “You’re lucky I’m still conscious.”

I grin, brushing a knuckle over her cheekbone. “That was just the warm-up, partner. ”

She tilts her head up, eyes narrowing, suspicious, but still smiling. “What do you mean just ?”

I lean in, mouth grazing hers, voice low and easy. “I’ve got the best part saved for later.”

Her breath hitches. “Later?” she echoes, half-stressed, half-thrilled.

I nod, lips brushing her jaw. “After you rest. Hydrate. Regret trusting me.”

She laughs, but it’s breathless and pretty, “You’re the worst.”

I pull her closer, burying my face in her messy hair. “Nah,” I whisper against her skin. “I’m the best.”

Her legs are tangled with mine, her skin still warm and damp, pressed against my chest like she’s trying to disappear into me. I haven’t let go of her, she’s tracing lazy circles on my shoulder now, eyes half-closed, voice soft as breath.

“After tonight…” she starts, but pauses.

I tilt my head, looking down at her. “Hm?”

She swallows, then finishes. “After tonight, I’ll probably be free from all this.”

My chest tightens.

I don’t ask what this means, because I already know. The noise. The chaos. The weight she’s been carrying too long.

“And what do you wanna do then?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face.

“Go somewhere,” she says, blinking up at me, tired but clear. “I want to see the northern lights.”

My hand stills on her back. “Yeah?”

She nods once. “With you. I want to rest there for a few months.”

I kiss her forehead. “Then we’ll go. The little surprise I have will be completely done in two months. After that, I’ll take you to see the northern lights.”

“Okay. In two months then.”

“September 4th, it’s settled.”

She exhales, not relief, exactly, but something close, and I hold her tighter.

As if maybe, if I hold her tight enough, I can keep her here.