Chapter 133

I woke with my forehead pressed to his shoulder, skin damp and flushed. My hips were moving, slowly, instinctively, grinding against the solid muscle of his thigh. The friction sent jolts through me, raw and needy.

I didn’t stop. I pressed down harder, rocking into him like my body had decided on its own. A quiet moan escaped before I could catch it. I realized with a jolt that I’d been humping him in my sleep, chasing the high of him even while unconscious. My thighs trembled slightly, the back of my neck throbbed where his mouth had stayed too long, and the space between my legs pulsed with an aching need.

Richard stirred beneath me. His voice was still rough with sleep. “You’re really doing this?” he murmured, a flicker of raw heat already in his eyes. His hand slid to my hip, tightening as he realized how desperately I was grinding on him.

"Fuck, Amelia," he groaned, voice dark with heat. "You’re so desperate for me, aren't you?"

He let his hand guide my movements, just enough to amplify the pressure. "Look at you," he whispered, watching every twitch of my face. "Already that close? Let go for me. Rub that perfect little cunt all over me and come. Right now."

I whimpered, the roughness in his voice making it impossible to slow down. He flexed his thigh against me, and that was it. My body convulsed, mouth falling open as I cried out his name, gasping and swearing under my breath.

"Fuck—fuck, Richard—" The orgasm hit hard, sharp and blinding, my legs shaking violently from the intensity. My head fell forward onto his chest as I moaned through the aftershocks, breathless and wrecked.

Richard’s breath stuttered against my neck. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come. I could watch that forever.”

“God, Amelia. You feel how soaked you are?” His palm guided me, slow and steady. “Let it happen. Don’t hold back.” He was already hard. Probably had been for a while. My mouth went dry, and heat licked up my spine. Every inch of me was already on edge.

His arm curled tighter around my waist, his hand pressing low on my stomach as he rocked into me with a low groan. I felt the stretch deep, so deep it knocked the air from my lungs.

“Right there,” he growled. “You feel that? Me inside of you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, nails curling into his biceps. “You’re so big I can feel it in my stomach.”

He pressed his palm firmer against my belly, his eyes burning into mine. “I can feel it too. Every inch. You take me so well.”

I kissed the edge of his jaw without thinking, lips open, teeth grazing his stubble. He groaned. That was all it took.

His hand slid up my ribs, under the thin blanket, up until his palm caught the underside of my breast. “You’re insatiable,” he muttered into my hair.

“I think I’m just getting started.”

He rolled me beneath him with a growl, his weight sinking into me in a way that made my hips tilt up on instinct. His mouth was on mine instantly, biting, kissing, gasping. It was messy and wild. He didn’t hold back.

“You need it rough?” he rasped against my throat.

“Please,” I breathed. “Don’t be gentle. I want all of it.”

Something in him snapped. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his hips slamming into mine with a feral rhythm that knocked the breath out of me.

“Mine,” he growled. “Say it again.”

“Yours,” I gasped. “I’m yours, Richard, yours.”

He growled again and pressed harder, faster, biting down on my shoulder, then kissing it as if to soothe the sting. The bed shook beneath us.

“You want this?” he asked, voice ragged.

“God, yes—don’t stop. More. Give me more.”

His body coiled and uncoiled, driving into me like he was losing himself. I arched up to meet him, matching every thrust.

“You feel that?” he grunted. “That’s me—deep in you. Right where I belong.”

I cried out, nails clawing at the sheets. “I love it—I love you like this—I love how you ruin me.”

He gritted his teeth, body shuddering. “You’re perfect. Fuck, Amelia. You take it so good.”

He let go of one wrist and slid his hand beneath my knee, angling me until the next thrust made me scream. My head thrashed against the pillow.

“Too much?” he rasped, eyes wild.

“No. No. Please—don’t stop. I need it.”

His lips crashed against mine, hard and desperate, hips still driving. The heat spiraled fast, my breath coming in gasps.

“I’m gonna—Richard—”

“I’ve got you. Let go. I’ve got you.”

I shattered around him, voice broken on his name. My body seized with the force of it, back arching off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat as I clenched around him. My vision blurred and my hands fisted in the sheets. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just felt every wave slam into me, harder than the last. But he didn’t stop.

He flipped me over onto all fours, gripping my hips firmly as he knelt behind me. Then he tugged me back into his lap, his thighs spread, mine straddling his as he settled deep inside. His chest pressed to my back, one hand fisted in my hair, the other splayed across my stomach, holding me in place.

His voice was dark, breath hot against my neck.

“You said more. You still want more?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

He grabbed my hips and thrust back inside me, rougher now, relentless. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the sealed room. I braced against the wall, gasping with every movement.

“Say you love it like this.”

“I do—I do—I love it. I love when you use me like this.”

“Is that what you want?” he growled. “To be taken? Fucked hard until you can’t stand?”

“Yes, Richard, yes, please.”

He grunted, driving in deeper. My body spasmed again, another climax crashing through me so hard I sobbed. “Richard—fuck—yes, right there—” I gasped, clinging to him. “I can’t—God, I’m coming so hard—I can feel you so deep—don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t stop. My knees gave out and he caught me, dragging me down flat on the bed and sliding in from behind, curling over me.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he growled. “You were made for this.”

“Don’t stop—don’t stop—”

He pulled out and flipped me again, straddling my hips as he looked down at me, pupils blown wide. “You can take more?”

“Please,” I whispered.

He slid back in slowly, holding my face as he thrust into me. “You want it like this?”

“Yes—God, yes.”

He kissed me, long and deep, before hooking both my legs over his shoulders and pushing deeper than before. I screamed, high and raw.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “Look at you. So desperate.”

“I'm so desperate for you. Always desperate for you.”

He growled and pounded into me again, and my entire body went tense, then broke. My climax ripped through me, spine arched, throat raw from the cry.

Still not done, he pulled me upright and sat back on his heels, making me straddle him. I sank down onto him with a cry, thighs trembling from how sensitive I already was.

“You’re gonna ride me now?” he asked, voice tight.

“Fuck, yes, please let me" I whispered, grinding down on him with a moan. “Want to squeeze every drop out of you, ride you until all you can think about is me tight and wet around you.”

He gripped my hips, helping me move, letting me take control. The angle dragged every inch of him against places inside me that made me shake.

“I love watching you like this,” he growled. “So fucking gorgeous. Taking what you want.”

I leaned down and kissed him hard, biting his lip. “You like being used?”

He groaned. “Only by you.”

The pace built again, frantic, grinding, our mouths locked together as we pushed each other to the edge.

“I’m so close,” I panted. “Don’t stop—God, don’t stop—”

“I’m right there with you. Keep going. Just like that.”

His fingers found my clit, rubbing it in tight, relentless circles as I moved above him. The pressure built impossibly fast, and when he thrust up at just the right angle, I broke. I came with a scream, hips jerking as I gasped his name, my body seizing around him. I shivered violently, the orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

He cursed under his breath, arms locking around me as he came, holding us together like he couldn’t bear to let go.

Even after, we didn’t separate. I collapsed on his chest, panting, my body still trembling. My legs were so weak I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

He kissed my temple, breath still shallow. “You okay?”

I nodded, voice hoarse. “More than okay.”

“You didn’t just take it,” he murmured. “You fucking devoured me.”

“I wanted to.” I nuzzled against him. “I want you like that. Always.”

He swallowed hard. “That was almost too much.”

I kissed his throat. “Not for me.”

We stayed like that until our breathing evened, our bodies still clinging, every inch of skin buzzing from the aftermath.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked again, quieter.

“No,” I whispered. “That was perfect. I’ve never felt anything like it.”