The Puppet Assassin [TTR sequel]

The Puppet Assassin - Ch 40 [never-ending]

He ignored me.

“Larkin!” I hissed angrily.

He let go of my hands and they moved with great speed, one knotting into his hair as his head moved lower and lower and the other slapping his lower back, trying to tug him even closer. His hands gripped the hem of my singlet and he looked up at me as he slowly pulled it upwards. I couldn’t look away, even as he uncovered my sports bra. I lost him as he lifted it over my head and before it cleared my face completely, his teeth skimmed the top of my breast. I let out a shocked cry and scrabbled at the singlet, yanking it off my head as his tongue slid beneath the material of my bra. An intense, throbbing sensation shook my body and then pooled in my inner thighs. The feeling made my legs move on their own accord, wrapping around his thighs in an attempt to lock him closer to me.

He lifted his head, his stubble scratching at my bare skin. “I love you,” he whispered.

I looked at him, prepared to return the admission, when I felt his fingers hook into my pants and gently lower them. My breath caught in a choked gasp.

“I want you to understand that,” he continued. He pulled them lower and I squealed when he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee.

He tugged them off my feet and placed his hands on the balls of my feet, his thumbs brushing along the arch. I felt a powerful pull in his direction and closed my eyes, my breath shaking. It was as if gravity had shifted, and he was my centre of the earth. My entire body was trembling. This was perfect. He was perfect.

“And after this…”

He released my feet and slid his arms beneath my knees as he shifted forward. I wriggled uncomfortably but he held me tight, not allowing my self-consciousness to hinder anything.

“After tonight…”

He kissed my inner thigh.

“I’m not letting you go. Not for anything.”

With his head between my thighs, Larkin made me shout, squirm, pant and cry out his name. When the pleasure exploded outwards, swamping my nervous system, my veins, my thought process, I saw white which cleared to be replaced by his face, smirking and confident.

“No going back,” he whispered.

I nodded, half numb – half throbbing and hyperaware. “I love you too.”

His hands framed my face for a moment and I felt his body press against mine.

He growled something, his words incoherent, but I felt his love pour from him like it was something I could touch.

The pain was momentary, a fraction of time amidst heavenly energy. He went slow, taking care, until we built to a towering height, clinging to a string that was consciousness, before plunging into an overpowering bliss. We clung to each other throughout, our bodies shuddering synchronically, our hearts beating at the same pace.