Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)(76)

It’s such a shift from the way he’s touched me before. There’s something almost reverent about it, like I’m a glass figurine he has to hold and knows he can’t drop.

I should be embarrassed about my complete breakdown, but it’s really difficult to feel anything else right now except his cock lodged inside me.

“Riley. Open your eyes.”

Immediately, my lids peel back; I hadn’t even realized they’d closed.

His silver gaze meets mine, so close I can see the different layers of gray—some slate, some cloudy, like the glittering edge of a crystal. For a moment, I lose myself in the storm that is Aiden, my apprehension melting away like lava over an ancient city.

“Very good, pretty girl.” His praise makes my core clench, warmth spreading through me as he brushes his fingers over my back again, digging into the meat of my ass.

I can’t help the buzz of disappointment at the lack of skin-to-skin contact where my robe still covers me.

“Take a deep breath,” he says, pinching.

I gasp, the location of pain zapping to my backside. As my lungs clamor for more air, the movement somehow opens me, and I slide down his cock another inch.

The agony has almost started to subside, delicious tension ebbing in its place. I repeat the gesture, sucking in oxygen and letting him fill me.

“Slow, Riley, fuck.” He fists my robe, the tendons in his neck straining against his tattoos. “We have to go slow.”

A ragged moan tears out of me as I bottom out, my ass resting atop his thighs. He jerks forward, dipping his mouth to the hollow of my throat, his breaths stilted and hot.

“Oh, my god.” I think my fingers are starting to go numb from the choke hold I have on his T-shirt, but I don’t even care.

Once I’ve had a second to adjust, the stinging sensation morphs into a warm wave, slowly unfurling in my core. My hips shift, seeking more, craving the friction.

I yank one hand from his shirt and press the palm into my stomach. “God, I can feel you here.”

Aiden coughs, pulling back to look. “Fuck, angel, don’t say shit like that.”

Frowning, my anxiety flares back up, and I pause. “I’m so—”

“Don’t you dare apologize while my cock is inside you,” he says, shunting deeper, capturing my surprise with his lips. “You’re just so goddamn tight, I don’t know how I’m gonna hang on.”

“Oh.” Separating our mouths, I glance down at where we’re connected, forcing my breaths to even out. Rolling forward again, I hook my teeth in my bottom lip and chase that euphoria, grinding my clit against him. “It feels good?”

His head lolls back. “Phenomenal, pretty girl. You feel fucking phenomenal, and you’re doing such a good job. Working my dick with your sweet cunt, like it belongs to you.”

Pride blooms in my chest at his words, and wetness trickles between my thighs, soaking the both of us.

Emotion clogs my throat as I continue swiveling my hips, desperately trying to cull the need building in my center. My motions falter, nerves taking the forefront as my concentration becomes distracting, but then Aiden’s gripping the back of my neck and forcing my gaze to his.

“Whatever feels good for you, feels good for me.” He flicks his tongue over my lips and the quick lashing has me bowing, wanting to feel that sensation in other places.

But I’m stuck in limbo, trying to wade through the black sludge of self-loathing.

As if sensing that my mind is still struggling, Aiden grabs me and lifts, setting me on the bear rug. He scrambles to his feet, reaching behind his head to tug off his shirt, and then kicks out of his pants and boxers.

I swallow, feeling small in front of him, but in the best way. Maybe it’s that power dynamic he mentioned before, but being here on the floor while he towers over me has my pussy clenching wantonly, aching to be filled back up.

Climbing on top of me, he pushes so I’m flat on the ground, kicking my legs apart and settling between them.

This time when he pushes in, there’s far less resistance; he grips my thighs, pulling them back so my knees are almost pinned against the floor, and oh fuck, when he moves I can taste him in my throat.

“Insanity,” he whispers, pulling out to the tip just to thrust all the way in again. “I’m afflicted, and I think you’re somehow both the cause and the cure.”

“I’m so—”

Clamping his hand down over my mouth, he shakes his head, pistoning into me with a pinch of brutality. It knocks the air from my chest, and my pussy convulses in delight.

His rings feel like a balm to my soul, cool and soothing where they dig into my skin.

“Since you can’t seem to stop apologizing, I’m going to keep my hand here. Which means you won’t be able to beg me to come with words. Get creative, pretty girl.”

I don’t even want to listen to what he’s saying, because his dick is stroking and massaging places I hadn’t known existed. My vision blurs as he drives in, my inner muscles fluttering around him as pleasure zings through my veins.

“Take it,” he mutters, and I can’t tell who exactly he’s chanting to. “Take my cock, pretty girl. Fits you perfectly.”

Blades of hair curl over his forehead, dampened from the sheen of sweat slicking across his skin. I reach up, pushing the dark strands back, and I swear he purrs for a moment before going back to whispering dirty things under his breath.