I Get To Be With You

Chapter 40. 'It's not hell ...

Hawks

I felt like he was devouring me alive, taking my breath away every time he bit my lower lip, remaining at his beck and call. However, rather than feeling suffocated by his wild outbursts, I was ecstatic to the point where, I yearned for him not to stop.

And what began as a simple drizzle soon turned into a pitched battle in which thunder competed with blizzards of water for preponderance, reluctant to yield.

But, I could not care less because, at the height of our movements, I did not even realize that little, or no longer, fabric covered us, much less if our moans overshadowed any other sound within my room.

He brought my hands above my head, separating his lips from mine only for his tongue to delve into each of the spaces in my neck, feeling bites that did their job very well of not giving me rest or lucidity.

He had not the slightest compunction about showing me that he would have no mercy and, like one of his victims, any attempt to resist was sabotaged over and over again by his hands in perfect sync with his mouth, which allowed me to think and nothing else the truth is that, I did not want it to be otherwise.

Totally succumbed in the rush of his constant stimulation, I had no restrictions to let myself go.

When his hands decided to desecrate some other part of my body, making me shudder with each sporadic change in his temperature, mine had no problem in drawing him back to my lips. I felt an irrepressible urge to swallow him and succumb to the metallic taste of his mouth, of which he was now an irreversible addict.

I dipped my hands in his hair, getting intoxicated with every swing in which his mouth shed any ounce of will I ever had, and which, in each outburst, exuded a raw and fierce lust in perfect simultaneity with our moans.

The gasping breath we grappled with to stay conscious crashed desperately against our cheeks, as I swore that at any moment, I would vanish from the constant brush of his tongue piercing on mine.

When he finally took pity on my famished state, his jaws dug into the skin of my neck again, ready to be at his mercy.

I was stunned beyond belief, to the point where I was assuming that at any moment I was going to pass out, until I felt his lips sink into my Adam's apple and, if I had the slightest intention of giving in, he was gone in a matter of seconds.

I was desperate, anxious, frantic.

I wanted him like he had never wanted something, or someone, and that was questionable for many reasons.

I wanted him to take hold of me with such need that, because I was ecstatic, I would swear not to be with a being from this planet, because I could not conceive that feeling this level of pleasure was something mundane.

I yearned for it with a marvelous longing.

I abandoned myself to any will.

How had I just given in to him? ...

No, it had been a long time ago.

Perhaps it was when he held me against the brick wall of that abbey near the river, or perhaps when he encapsulated me against him on his bed... What I was sure of was that, all this fury that I was experiencing, I did not want it to end.

His moist lips continued their journey over my torso, while he placed my legs at his sides and then licked the skin of my abdomen with delirious mastery and, if I ever knew the meaning of decorum or modesty, I forgot them as soon as a shameless moan was me. He prevented suppressing the dexterity with which his lips showed his satisfaction and delight after listening to me. The very bastard knew exactly what he was doing and I had given him irrefutable confirmation that he was right.