Page 49 of Loving the Tormentor

I slowly pull my hand back, and she gulps in some air, panting as her wide fuck-me eyes stare up at me.

But she doesn't scream.

She doesn't move.

She doesn't call for Chase.

She just blinks tears away and stays still.

I don't think I've ever felt such joy in my life. It's buzzing through my body like an electric current. And, fuck, it's about to kill us both.

I reluctantly stop touching her soft skin to lay down next to her, and I can almost feel every single one of her muscles freezing.

"Achilles." She lets out a barely audible squeak. "Please, leave."

The plea barely makes it to my ears. I don't have time for this; I need to feel her. In a swift movement, I grab her waist, pulling her to me until we're both lying on our sides, facing Chase. The mattress shakes, and we both go rigid when he breathes harder in his sleep. He settles again, and I smile against the back of Nyx's head.

Her hair smells heavenly. Of summer and the beach. Like she locked rays of sunshine in her dark strands. I inhale deeply, and my left hand comes to wrap around her neck from behind as my arm around her waist tightens.

"No—" she chokes out quietly. "Not the neck…please…please."

"I'm not going to hurt you," I whisper in her ear. "I'm just keeping you in place. Just holding you. Trust me."

She shakes her head, a sob quietly leaving her throat.

"You don't have a choice," I explain calmly."It's staying here whether you want it or not. But you'll see by the end of this that you can trust me when I say I won't hurt you. Relax for me."

I release her waist to undo my jeans, and while I lower them, I hook my leg around hers and pull it toward me to spread her a little. Caressing her from her knee up, I give her time to anticipate where this is going. Her inner thigh is as smooth as silk, the most precious thing I've ever touched.

I get to the apex of her thigh, and she's trembling under my touch, her breath accelerating as one of her hands comes to try to stop me.

"Put it flat on the mattress. Now." My order has her swallowing a moan, and I can't help the self-satisfied smirk that spreads on my lips.

I'm not even touching her pussy when I feel the arousal coating her skin.

"Oh, Nyx. Pretty girl…" I growl against her ear. "You were made for me."

I press higher, spreading her lips and finding her clit. Touching it slowly, I only make smooth circles, keeping it light and watching for every reaction. They come quickly. The panting, the thrust of her hips against my hand, the little needy moans. She's forgetting about the hand around her throat, but I make sure not to hold her any harder, not to choke her in any way. I would rather she chokes on her own moans.

The second she's worked up beyond reason, I pull my hand away from her front and reach from the back. I settle my fingers between her thighs, just out of reach from her entrance. And I stop.

My cock is rock hard, but I don't move, only pressing on her lower back. Her t-shirt has risen, and she can certainly feel my cock right against her skin. Still, I don't move.

It takes less than a minute for her to start pushing back, trying to impale herself on my fingers.

"Fuck," she breathes out. "Please."

I talk into her right ear, making sure Chase isn't woken up.

"There's a serious difference between how wet you get for me and your boyfriend, Nyx. How are we going to explain this to him when you break up?"

"Y-You’ve," she pants, "…been watching u-us?"

She struggles to process everything. The info I've just given her, the fact that I told her she's going to break up, and her own lust working against her. She tries to talk again but gives up when I push two fingers inside her.

I catch the moan ready to escape her lips by moving my hand from her neck to her mouth.

"Look at him," I whisper. I fuck her mercilessly, giving her what she needs as her wetness starts resonating in the room.