cribellate | Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[He pulls her down on him when she grinds, and he looks so fucking pleased.]

Is that what you want?

You want me inside of you?

[He runs a hand back and over the curve of her ass, his fingers against her tailbone.]

Yes.

[ It's a vicious sound, her hands in his hair and her hips moving restlessly against his. ]

Yes, God. I want you to fuck me good. [ The fire in him has already sent her anticipation haywire. She wants to see how much he's burning. Her lips find his, kissing him as hard as she can. ]

Yeah?

[He rocks up against her.]

What do I get, pretty thing?

[He pulls her against his crotch, and grinds her there, and presses his mouth on her neck. He's teasing. He would never hang her out to dry.]

Me.

[ She smiles victoriously, her hips still moving against his. The dress has a mind of it's own and is already halfway up her thighs, meaning that is pretty much ruining the front of his trousers with her motions, leaving them damp and sticky in her wake. ]

Isn't that what you want?

[ Tugging at his hair. ] Because it's what I want?

You're always what I want, Christ.

[That's not a lie. The more they do this the more he wants her, the more he's desperate for her. The more he dreams about her, horrifyingly, awkwardly. He presses his hips up against her and drags her against himself, his hand wide and splayed on her back.]

You're driving me crazy. Your smell, fuck-

[He bites her at the juncture of her neck, licks the bite.]

I know.

[ She sounds so proud of herself, so smug. They're two breeds of the same creature, sometimes. She doesn't know how they can do this together without the world imploding in on itself. Not that the threat of world annihilation would be enough to stop her.

Her hand slides low over his shirt as she presses her knees down into the seat and rises above him so she can unbutton his trousers and pull down his fly, touch eager to tug him out of both his underwear and pants. Rose pumps his cock with a smirk on her face and a wickedness to her eyes, knowing that every time she touches him she undoes him a little bit more. ]

[He makes the sweetest noise when she touches him, and rocks up into her hand, and pulls her in for another kiss.]

Stay-

[He regrets the word the second it leaves his mouth, because he doesn't mean stay here right now, he means stay with him, and this isn't what this is about. She's a dancer. She's just for fun. He's just for fun. Don't fuck this up, Declan Lynch.

So he kisses her, deep and long and filthy, his tongue licking into her mouth.]

Back pocket, baby.

[ He kisses her before she can ask what he means, kisses her and sends another warm tingle of want straight through her. Rose keeps touching him, her hand dragging up his shaft with just the right pressure, thumb sliding over the damp shape of his slit. Then he's pulling away to direct her and Rose waits until he lifts his hips before she wriggles her hand beneath him to find the condom.

They never need lube. She's always wet around him.

Rose shifts against the seat, her mouth leaving his to tear the foil wrapper with her teeth. She hums as she looks at him, teasing the condom out and dropping the packet to the floor. It's easy enough to roll the latex over his dick but she still doesn't sink down on to him yet. Instead she teases him, lets the tip press between her lips as she rocks her body forward. ]

[She touches him and he shudders and reaches a hand to trace the shape of one of her breasts with his thumb, to tease at her nipple. She's always wet, she's always ready. He thinks he's getting spoiled.

He watches her put the condom on and then reaches for her jaw, to force her to look at him. It's a jerk of a motion, possessive, just this side of cruel. It's the businessman and his bit on the side.

And then he kisses her again and shifts his hips up, rubbing against her.]

Fuck yourself on me.

[He says it against her mouth, needy.]

[ God, but she loves it when he gets controlling. Rose holds his gaze when he moves her face, only closing them when he kisses her hard and fast, his cock teasing along her entrance.

Humming, Rose reaches between them to hold him still by the shaft, getting the angle just right so that she can sink down on him in with one long fluid motion. But god, does he feel good. She throws back her head a little, the fabric of her dress wrinkling as she rocks her hips, first slow, then fast. Her hands tug at his hair, impatient and insistent as she does as he asks and fucks herself on him. ]

Oh. Oh, you feel good.

[He lets out a breath when she does that, breathes out and fucks up into her, rocking his hips and using his hands to push her down onto him.

Fuck.

Fuck but this is good. He's making noise that suggests that.]

Shit, Rose, Rose, Rose.

[He nudges her and lets her move, and loves how they fuck, loves how they-

Loves.

Shit.

He swallows the feeling with a kiss of her mouth.]

You look so good in that dress, baby.

You've got good taste.

[ It's eager and hitched, her tongue teasing against his bottom lip as she bounces a little. Rose grabs one of his hands from her hips and presses it over the fabric of the dress, squeezing his fingers around her breast. The chair creaks beneath them as they move, and she lets go to press her hands on the back of it, each side of his shoulders.

She grinds down against him, slow and firm, her exhale shaking. They're good at this. At finding solace in each other's bodies. She can always feel the tension that lurks beneath his skin, because it's often in her too. So why shouldn't they find a way to release it together? Why shouldn't she have this? Her thoughts are a mess as she presses her lips to his throat, the pounding of his pulse making her hum and move her hips harder. ]

Keep working-

[He leans in, his hands on her breasts, his fingers finding their way inside to toy with her nipples, his mouth ghosting over her mouth and then at her ear, biting and sucking at alternate moments, making it as terrible and as good as possible. He knows her body now. He knows the touches that make her whimper and cringe and shake.]

Fuck-

[He surges up a bit, then, his hands on her lower back, to help her pulse on him faster.]

[ Declan's grip is intent, his mouth jumping at her throat as he pulls her body down on to his again and again. And he's right, she does whimper, her whole body overcome with how much she wants. Sometimes even this doesn't feel like enough, because she wants him to consume her, leave her without her own thoughts and feelings to just ride the wave of what they have. But it's close enough and she responds well to it.

Rose lets her hand fall between them, her knuckles brushing against his groin as she eases her fingers over her clit. She feels close, her stomach twisting and twitching, her veins too hot inside of her. It's the same heady rush she used to get from being fed on, and just as addictive. And she has such a pretty partner, now. ]

Baby.

[He gasps at that, at the feeling of her hand, and he quickly moves to replace it with his own.

He does that but he doesn't last, coming inside of her with a groan, his eyes closing for a moment. He pulls her up and presses his fingers against her clit, not teasing, not letting up. He's determined now, now once, but as many times as he can get her to buck and writhe because of him.]

[ He comes and it sends a shiver through her. She's so close and it burns inside of her until the frantic movement of his fingers forces her plummeting over the edge. But he doesn't stop, and Rose doesn't get the chance to breathe in the in-between. Instead she presses down against him, shuddering as he draws out another desperate moan from her.

It's too much. It feels like he's shaking her apart. She comes again, soaking and far too hot, her sweaty forehead pressed to his as she whimpers. Whatever storm he brought with him, it's consuming her. ]

Declan.

[She's small and he's stronger than he looks, wiry, and so he grabs her and pushes her down so they're on the floor, her legs spread around him, and he's pressing his fingers again, again. She's probably too sensitive but he doesn't care, he wants her writhing one more time-]

Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

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i am assuming he meant condom ...

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