Page 52 of While She Sleeps (The Hunter and The Thief #1)
CHAPTER FIFTY
EMBER
T ime stopped having meaning a while ago, right around the time Orion stole my fifth orgasm right out from under me.
I can’t stop my body from trembling, and I’ve given up trying, because every touch of his hands, every pass of his tongue, every flick of his deft fingers against my G-spot is more than I can handle.
“Orion, please,” I cry out a moment before he pulls back again, giving me a self-satisfied smirk.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Ember?”
“Yes!” I nod against the pillows. “I won’t run again. I’ll stay. Just please let me come.”
Tears fall against my cheeks, and even though I know he’s manipulating me to get what he wants, I don’t care. I’ll tell him he can have my first-born child if it means he’ll finally let me have the release my body is screaming for.
“See, I wish I could believe you, Ember. But I’ve believed you before, and you’ve turned around and done the exact opposite of what you promised.
” He nips at the inside of my thigh as his fingers drag over my G-spot over and over again until my entire body shakes with the effort it takes not to come.
“I just want to know you’re safe. And the safest place in the city, perhaps even the state, is within these walls. ”
I press my eyes closed and breathe through the wave of pleasure that slams into me. Jesus Christ. It’s too much. It’s all too fucking much. And yet I don’t put a stop to it.
Even with how mad he is, I know Orion would stop if I asked him to. He’d pull me into his arms, hold me while I cried, just like he did that night at the club, and I don’t even think he’d hold it against me.
But the reality is, I don’t want him to stop.
There’s a part of me that fucking loves everything he’s doing to my body, and maybe that makes me fucked up, but I don’t care.
All I care about right now is following every command Orion gives me.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “I’m sorry I tried to run. I’m sorry I wouldn’t tell you where I was. I’m sorry I worried you.”
He looks up at me through soft eyes, and my heart skips a beat. Strong, demanding Orion is a force to be reckoned with, and one I’ll probably always fall over myself to obey. But soft, domineering Orion takes my breath away.
“You’re forgiven, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my clit, and my hips lift of their own volition. My body has long stopped listening to what I tell it to do. “You’re doing so good for me. So fucking good. So fucking perfect.”
The praise hits me right in the chest, and the tears I’ve been trying to get a hold of come in renewed waves. God, why does he have to always say the right thing?
“Please, can I come?” I sob.
He considers me for a moment, his dark eyes moving over my heaving chest and trembling body before he nods. “You may come, Ember.”
And with that, I allow my body to relax, allow the walls I’ve built between me and my release to fall, and I hand my body over to Orion completely.
His fingers continue their slow assault, moving over the place inside me that will detonate me in a matter of seconds while he uses his other hand to massage my throbbing clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, my release building to the point I can barely breathe, and then I’m falling. The cliff I stood on the edge of for all this time falls away.
But the moment I fall, it’s all gone. Orion’s fingers disappear from my pussy so quickly I’m beginning to wonder if he has super speed.
The orgasm that threatened to destroy me disappears as my muscles clench around nothing, desperate for some kind of stimulation.
But there’s nothing, and the sob that tears from my throat is gut-wrenching even to my own ears.
Before I can even process what happened, or curse Orion out for stealing my release so ruthlessly, he’s on me.
His lips devour mine with a ferocity I didn’t think existed outside the animal kingdom. The kiss is all teeth and tongue, and I’m addicted to the way his body presses mine into the mattress.
“You’re an asshole,” I snap the second he gives me enough room to breathe.
“I told you that was part of your punishment, Little Flame. Not my fault you forgot.” He shifts slightly, and I realize he’s shoving his pants down around his knees. Before I can breathe, he’s inside me in one brutal thrust.
The scream that tears from my throat is barely human, and a ragged sob escapes me as I try to differentiate pain from pleasure, but it’s one and the same at this point. One cannot exist without the other.
Maybe this is the substitute for cutting that I didn’t know I needed. Someone to take my pain into their own hands and make it so fucking addictive I’ll never get enough.
“Holy fuck,” I sob, burying my face in Orion’s throat as I try to get my breathing under control. I may have had him inside me last night, but that doesn’t make his thickness any less imposing as he grinds into me, hitting the perfect place with every single thrust.
“Your pussy is my favorite place in the fucking world, Little Flame,” he groans. “Fuck, I would live and die inside you if I could.”
“No dying,” I pant.
He chuckles. “Why? Are you getting attached?”
“I’m getting really fucking attached to your cock.”
“Is that the only part of me you like?”
She shakes her head. “No. But so far, this is the only place you’ve let me have a real orgasm in private.”
Orion huffs out a laugh as he rolls his hips, the motion pressing his thickness right to my still-sensitive G-spot.
I’m beginning to think I might have to clean up my act if his idea of punishment is ruined orgasms. The denial I can deal with.
Hell, I’d go as far as to say I enjoy it.
But I’m going to have nightmares about the way my poor pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for the pleasure that should have come right alongside the release.
“Maybe that’s a new rule,” he murmurs. “The only place you’re allowed to come is on my dick.”
“You wouldn’t.” I glare up at him.
He shifts his weight to one elbow before moving his hand to bracket my throat, pressing with just enough pressure that my pussy clenches around him. “I think you’ll find I absolutely would, and you’d fucking love it.”
His thrusts increase in speed, and the orgasm that was so harshly stolen from me begins to build again.
“Please don’t ruin it again,” I plead.
He stares down at me for long seconds, his hips rocking into mine in rough strokes. “I won’t, Little Flame. You can come whenever you’re ready. I want to feel you milk my cock so I can fill you up with my cum.”
“Fuck.” My eyes slip shut at his filthy words.
“Eyes on me, Ember,” Orion demands, and I’m following the command before I make the conscious decision to.
My body is desperate for his approval, even as my mind tries to make sense of how natural everything feels with him.
“Good girl.” He dips his head and brushes his lips against mine in a kiss that feels entirely too intimate as he picks up his pace, slamming into me as he chases his own release.
My orgasm wraps around me slowly, much slower than I expected, considering how keyed up I am. But as it hits, my breath tears from my lungs, and I gasp. My vision blurs around me as pleasure so fucking strong it’s like I’m drowning in it rolls through me.
I’m vaguely aware of Orion’s groans as his hot cum fills me, but I’m too caught up in what feels like the never-ending release.
“Good girl,” Orion murmurs against the shell of my ear. “Such a good girl.”
The praise only seems to prolong my pleasure, even as his thrusts slow, until I’m nothing more than a puddle of boneless exhaustion.
“Jesus,” I murmur, my eyes falling closed. I’ve never been able to fall asleep after an orgasm, always finding it gives me too much energy. But that wasn’t an orgasm, at least not like any I’ve ever had before, and my body is taking matters into its own proverbial hands.
He chuckles and carefully rolls us until I’m settled on his chest with his softening cock inside me. Part of me wants to protest, to run to the bathroom just so I can have a few moments to myself, but I’m not ready to be separated from him yet.
And that’s when it occurs to me that I’ve allowed myself to rely on someone again. I’ve given my mind, body, and soul to Orion, which means he has the ability to break me.
I did the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I fell in love, and that startling reality makes it hard to breathe.