cribellate | Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

Yeah.

I do.

[That's not a lie, but he watches another moment, hungry, unable to look away. If she asked him, he would buy another phone, to be able to watch her. If she asked him right now he'd probably gnaw off his own arm to get to press his cock into her body, but luckily he doesn't have to.

All he has to do is reach down and grab her by the wrist, and then her fingers are in his mouth and he's surging forward, pushing into her with one thrust, and pulling a leg over his hips. The heat almost overwhelms him, and he leans to kiss her, open mouthed, filthy.]

God, but you're mine-

[ Her fingers in his mouth, his cock pushing into her, it's all fast and hard and sudden and she's shocked into the most hitched of inhales, her legs tightening around his waist and her nails raking down his back. He kisses her and she bites at his mouth, tightening the muscles of her cunt around him and surging up so that they're pressed together with nothing but a thin strip of fabric separating them. ]

Since you asked so nicely.

[ It's not that she wants to be owned. If he said it anywhere else but her bed she'd hit him. But she likes that he's driven to distraction like this, that she makes him crazy and desperate. Rose hooks her chin over his shoulder and rolls her hips down against him, breathing hot against his ear. ]

Yours.

[He moves his hand from her mouth, rucks up the shirt she's wearing to press his hand against one of her breasts, to roll one of her candy colored nipples between his fingers, and thrusts with an abandonment of civilization that he didn't know he was capable of.

He would never say it outside of bed. This is the only place that she belongs to him and he prefers it that way, the ownership existing only in the context of this moment.

He pushes into her and what he says is filthy, arrogant, utterly and wholly made up of things that aren't true but make this encounter what it is; it would be worse except he sounds wrecked, his mouth against her hair, his body pushing against her.]

[ The mess of sound is going to be a thing that curls itself into her dreams - his filthy groaning curses, the creak of her bed beneath them, the snap of their bodies hitting together. She knows that she'll call this up in her mind and wake up wet and aching. It's almost better than the first time, because they know each other by now and they know that they're both wicked. Rose tugs on his ear with her teeth, claiming something back from him, but lets him fuck her as hard and as fast as he wants.

And then she's tightening her knees around him and with a sudden strength he probably didn't know she had, she's flipping him over onto his back, his cock never leaving her body as she grins down at him through a curtain of hair. She rolls her hips, dangerously slowly as she tugs his shirt up over her head. ]

[He's going to close his eyes when he's in bed with Ashley and think of this and groan and it'll be filthy and horrible and he doesn't care, not even a little. When she flips him, then-

Christ, he didn't expect it, and he doesn't mind, not even a little, his eyes fixed on her body, on how her tits are moving above him. But he's not one to lie back and not respond in kind - his hips snap up into her, his knees drawing up to give himself a little more leverage.]

[ She has to grab the headboard - it's one of those wrought iron ones - when he snaps his hips, a groan coming from deep inside of her. But then she's moving, snaking her body like it's some kind of dance, like she's on stage and he can do nothing but watch her. Rose rocks her hips slowly against his, grinding down to take him deeper, before she's pushing on her knees and teasing him halfway out, repeating the motion as slow or as fast as she'd like.

Her hands come away from the headboard to cup her breasts and she leans back in a glorious arch of pale skin, her head throne back and her eyes closed, Declan's cock filling her up in all the right ways. ]

God, I missed your body.

You're singing to the choir, Rose.

[God, he's not going to last much longer, not with the way she's moving, not with the way she looks. She touches her breasts and he's gone, his orgasm rocking through him, making him blink in how it thrums through him. He makes a noise, low, and rises up to pull out of her and push her back against her bed, and sink between her legs.

He barely thinks about it before he's licking a stripe up her cunt.]

[ She's so surprised by his orgasm that she fails to really pay attention to what's going on until he's got her pinned down and has his mouth on her cunt. Rose moans, her body squirming beneath him, her hands going to his hair to hold him against her body. ]

Fuck, oh, fuck.

[ She keeps moving, rocking against his mouth, taking what she needs from him. ]

I should just keep you here to eat me out, shi-i-it.

[If she looks down she'll see that grin curling at the corners of his mouth, even as he licks up against her clit. It's as though he decided to not show her any mercy at all, because his tongue is rubbing against her clit fast and faster, and then he has three fingers inside of her, filling her back up.

He hitches one of her legs over his shoulder, his hand gripping her ass.]

[ The soles of her feet press into the muscles at his back, her body rocking up and against him desperately. She feels overwhelmed by him, the heat of his mouth, the width of his fingers, the unrelenting way he treats her body. Rose's hands are gripping in his hair, tight, and she pulls at it as she moans.

The words that fall out of her mouth are filthy and slightly slurred, her bed creaking as she presses down on her butt to lift her hips up. And then he's stroking something inside of her that has her scream, her shoulders rocketing off the bed so that she's half wrapped around the head between her legs.

Her orgasm feels like it lasts forever and it's only when she feels the last pulse that she drops back down, loose and sated. ]

[He waits it out, waits her out, his hands going to her thighs, and then he pillows his head on her right leg and looks up at her. He's smiling. He's so fucking smug about it, too.]

Are you going to thank me?

[ He is a terrible human being and she should probably hate him.

But, oh, is he good with his hands and tongue. ]

Should I?

You could. I'd appreciate it.

[He presses a barely there kiss against her thigh, frames her hips with his hands.]

Thanks for the show, Rose.

You've got a mouth on you.

[ Dear Lord, that mouth. ]

I'll keep you for a little while longer. That do?

Next time, send a picture.

[He's more than smart enough to make sure Ashley doesn't get it. He rises up on his knees to bracket her head, kisses her on the mouth.]

All right, sweetheart, I have to go.

[ God, but he's a terrible kind of man. What is she even doing with him?

( Having amazing sex, that's what. ) ] I'll think about it.

[ Drawing her fingertips over his chest. ] Try not to miss me too much.

No promises.

[And he gets up, shoulders his shirt and gets dressed. He looks messy - he'll have ot get home before his girlfriend - but he doesn't look like he's just spent time between a girl's legs, somehow. He looks messily charming. Maybe that's the power Niall gave him.]

[ Rose watches, a pleased expression on her face as he gets dressed. God, but she loves owning this rich and powerful boy. ]

Lock the door on your way out? [ She stretches, naked and languid, her smile wicked. ] I feel like taking a nap.

[He laughs, and then he gives her another kiss, quick as anything, and he's gone.

God, he loves fucking this girl.]

Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject