Chapter 188
“I want to taste you,” I whisper, pushing him gently onto his back.
Arthur’s eyes fly open, watching as I move down his body, placing open–mouthed kisses along his chest and stomach. When I take him into my mouth, his hand flies to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands.
I remember what he likes–the swirl of my tongue, the suction, the right amount of pressure. His breathing grows ragged as I work him, slow at first then faster, deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. When his hips start to buck involuntarily, I pull back, not wanting things to end too soon.
Arthur wastes no time flipping our positions, pinning me beneath him. He kisses his way down my body, lingering at my breasts before continuing lower.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, the first touch of his tongue has me grabbing my pillow and thrusting it over my face to muffle my cry.
Just as I knew him, he knows exactly how much pressure to use, where to focus his attention, when to slide his fingers inside of me. I’m writhing beneath him in minutes, my hand fisted in the sheets.
Just as I’m about to break, he pulls back, crawling up my body to kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips.
He positions himself between my thighs, the tip of him teasing my entrance. Then, our eyes lock as he pushes forward slowly, filling me inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside of me. We both freeze for a moment, gasping at the familiar sensation of our bodies locking together.
I begin to rock my hips, and Arthur groans softly, matching my movements. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper.
After a few minutes, Arthur sits back on his heels, pulling me up to straddle his lap. In this position, he hits a spot inside me that makes my head fall back in pleasure, the same position he’s made me come in hundreds–no, maybe even thousands–of times before. His mouth finds my nipple again, sucking gently as I begin to ride him.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as we move together, our bodies finding that perfect rhythm we once knew so well. His hands guide my hips, setting a pace that soon has us both breathing heavily, fighting to keep quiet.
“I’ve missed you,” Arthur whispers against my throat. “Missed this. Missed us.”
“Me too,” I gasp, feeling the tension building low in my belly. I know it’s only minutes before I’ll reach the edge, a sensation that I’ve never been able to replicate properly without him. “So much.”
Our movements grow more urgent, the need for release driving us faster, harder. Arthur’s hand slips between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with our thrusts.
“Come for me, Iris,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine. “I want to feel you tighten around my cock while you come.”
His words push me over the edge. My climax is intense and earth–shattering, and I have to bury my face in Arthur’s neck to
muffle my cries. As my pussy clenches around him, Arthur follows me over, making no effort to hide one last low growl as he pulses inside of me.
And in that moment, something strange happens. A sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before washes over me—a surge of
raw, primal energy that seems to flow from Arthur into me, from me back into him, creating a circuit of power between us. It’s
like our souls are touching, twining together in ways that transcend the physical.
The feeling is so intense it’s almost frightening. Like being struck by lightning, and somehow, I feel an intense need to bite.
And I do. My lips close around his neck, biting down so hard that I hear him hiss with pain and surprise and even pleasure. When I
pull back, I haven’t drawn blood, but there’s a distinct bite mark from my canines on his neck.
“Sorry,” I mutter, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Arthur is smirking, but there’s a meaningful look in his eyes that makes my breath catch. Could it be…? My mind flickers back to the DNA test, to all of the other strange things that have caught my attention lately.
But the sensation quickly ebbs away, my mind too tired to draw connections right now. If Arthur had the same thoughts, then he
doesn’t mention them.
We stay like that for long moments, still joined, heartbeats gradually slowing. Eventually, Arthur lays me down gently on the bed, pulling out of me. My legs tremble, hardly holding me upright as I make my way to the bathroom.
After, we slide into bed together in nothing but our underwear. I curl against him instinctively, my head finding that perfect spot on his chest, my arm draped across his abdomen. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare shoulder, each movement drawing me closer to the deepest relaxation I’ve felt in five long years.
The last thing I’m aware of before sleep claims me is the steady beat of Arthur’s heart beneath my ear, and the profound happiness coursing through my veins.
