Revive (Storm MC 3)

“We’re both lucky, Nash,” I said.

“Fuck, I need to get you under me, baby,” he growled.

He didn’t wait for a response, he scooped me up into his arms and walked us into my bedroom. My body sung with desire and anticipation in a way it never had for anyone else. He placed me on the bed, and I watched as he removed his clothes. His muscles always drove me wild, especially when they flexed while he undressed.

Once his clothes were off, he grabbed a condom out of his wallet and put it on, watching me while he did this. My tummy fluttered as he watched me; Nash’s attention on me always had this effect. It only intensified when he joined me on the bed and removed my panties. And when his tongue licked my clit a second later, my eyes squeezed shut as I let the pleasure take over. I was no longer in control of my of body; Nash had complete control now.

Strong hands slid under my ass, gripping me while he kissed my pussy. His soft kisses slowly turned demanding, and he began licking and sucking, working both of us up. The growls coming from him were as much a turn on as his mouth. Knowing he wanted me as much as I wanted him caused both my body and my heart to pulse in ecstasy.

He brought me to the edge. I was writhing under him, my hand clawing at his hair, and when I cried out his name, he pulled his mouth away and let go of me. His glazed stare sent a shiver of lust through my body, and I reached for him. “I need you in me, now,” I begged.

Nash wasn’t a man who needed to be told twice. He moved fast, positioning himself over me. But he didn’t enter me straight away. Instead, he rubbed his thumb along my jaw, watching me with that intensity that was all Nash. “I want you, Velvet,” he rasped.

I stroked his arm, my touch gentle, and whispered, “I’m all yours, Nash.” My legs wrapped around him as I said this, trying to hurry him.

He shook his head. “No, baby, I want you in my life, not just in my bed. I don’t want to fuck around with this anymore.” He moved his face closer, his eyes burning into mine, his voice rough and demanding when he said, “I need to know that you’re mine.”

Time slowed, and my entire world became Nash in that moment. I saw only him, felt only him, heard only him. He was asking me for everything, and I was going to give it to him. After years of pushing men away, pushing my need to be loved away, I was finally going to let it in. I moved my hands to hold his face, and I nodded. “I’m yours Nash, only yours.”

A look crossed his face; relief perhaps. And then he pushed inside me. Slowly, all the way. He didn’t pull out, just let himself settle in me. “Fuck, baby, I love being inside you,” he groaned.

I tightened my legs around him, and squeezed his cock. He hissed, and pulled out. I waited for him to thrust in again but he didn’t. He stilled, and dipped his head to kiss me. It was another gentle kiss. Nash was showing me a softness I’d never seen from him before; it was a side to him I could get used to. But I knew it wasn’t something I would see very often, so I soaked it all in, letting his gentleness wash over me. I let him love me in this moment. It was too early in our relationship for words of love, and besides, I figured Nash wasn’t the kind of man to make declarations like that easily, but I knew in my soul that this was his way of cherishing me.

As his lips left mine, he thrust inside me again. This time, he began a slow rhythm of thrusting in and out. I let him set the pace, enjoying the sensations his slow movements were giving me.

“Nash,” I moaned his name as I felt my orgasm building.

He was holding himself above me, watching me while he moved us towards our release. At the sound of his name, he grunted, and thrust harder. “Fuck,” he muttered, a look of determination on his face. “I fuckin’ love it when you say my name.”

I heard him, but I didn’t have it in me to say anything. My mind could only focus on the pleasure he was giving me. Instead of using words, I used my body to show him what I was feeling. I clung to him tighter, and dug my fingernails into his back.

My nails set him off like they always did. He pulled out of me and then thrust hard and fast; the slow was gone, and the Nash I craved was back. Picking up his pace, he fucked me with a relentless intensity. I shut my eyes as I spiralled into the orgasm I’d been chasing. When I finally came, I squeezed my arms, legs, and pussy; taking every last drop of bliss he was giving me.

And then he came. He rammed into me one last time, and roared, “Fuck!” Losing himself in it, his legs and back tensed as he stilled. His head dropped and I moved my hands to hold the back of his neck, gently stroking him there. I loved this time after he came; I felt so close to him in that moment.

Once he’d recovered, he pushed off me, and left to dispose of the condom. I curled up on my side while I waited for him to return. Sleep was already claiming me, and I closed my eyes, savouring the thrill from everything Nash had just given me.

The bed dipped, and I opened my eyes to find him settling in next to me. I ran my gaze over his powerful body, and unable to help myself, reached out and touched his chest. He laid on his back and reached for me, positioning his arm underneath my head and tucked me into his side.

Kissing me on my head, he whispered, “Go to sleep, baby.”

I smiled, but he didn’t see it. I hoped he could sense it though.

My last thought before I fell into a deep and peaceful slumber was that the journey ahead didn’t matter, so long as I had Nash by my side.

Chapter 27

Broken - Seether

Nash

Fuck, I was a greedy bastard.

I’d just had Velvet’s mouth and pussy around my cock, and as I watched her walk into the bathroom, I decided I wanted her again.

Now.

But, fuck it, I had to be at Mum’s house in twenty minutes to do some jobs for her. And that wouldn’t leave me enough time to take Velvet the number of ways I wanted her. I wasn’t sure there’d be enough time during the rest of my life to get my fill of her.