Chapter 331 - 65: Alive Against Me

The door clicked shut. Dane’s hand stayed locked at the small of her back, pressing her into the solid heat of his body. His mouth found hers again before she could draw a full breath, deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers with deliberate hunger.

Destiny’s fingers curled into the damp hair at his nape. Water still clung to his skin; when she dragged her palm down the side of his neck it came away wet and warm.

He walked her backward without breaking the kiss. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed. She sat hard, and he followed, one knee between her thighs, crowding her until she had to lean back on her elbows. His towel slipped from his shoulder and dropped to the floor. He was naked underneath it—still half-hard, the thick length of him rising against his stomach as he looked down at her.

Destiny’s pulse kicked. She reached for the hem of her shirt. Dane caught her wrists and pushed them gently down against the mattress.

"Let me."

He peeled the fabric up slowly, knuckles brushing the soft undersides of her breasts. The shirt cleared her head and was tossed aside. Her bra followed in one practiced motion. Cool air touched her nipples for half a second before his mouth closed over the left one. He sucked hard enough that her back arched off the bed. A low sound escaped her throat. His tongue flicked the peak, then scraped it lightly with his teeth while his hand cupped the other breast, thumb stroking in slow circles.

She felt the pull of it all the way between her legs.

Dane switched sides, giving the right breast the same thorough attention. Destiny’s fingers tangled in his hair again, holding him there. When he finally lifted his head, her nipples were tight and glossy from his mouth. He looked at them like he was deciding which one to ruin next, then decided neither. He kissed the valley between them instead, then lower, open-mouthed over her ribs, her stomach. The waistband of her pants stopped him. He hooked his fingers under it and waited, eyes on hers.

She lifted her hips.

He dragged the pants and underwear down together. The fabric scraped over her thighs, her calves, then was gone. He discarded them without looking. His gaze stayed fixed between her legs. Destiny felt herself flush under the weight of it, but she didn’t close her knees. She watched his face as he settled lower, broad shoulders forcing her thighs wider.

The first stroke of his tongue was slow, flat, from entrance to clit. Destiny’s breath left her in a sharp exhale. He did it again, slower, tasting her thoroughly. Then he sealed his mouth over her and sucked. Her hips jerked. One of his hands pinned her down at the hipbone; the other slid under her thigh and opened her further. He licked into her with short, focused strokes, then returned to her clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue until her thighs started to shake.

"Dane—"

He hummed against her. The vibration traveled straight through her. She felt herself getting wetter, the slick sound of his mouth unmistakable in the quiet room. He slipped two fingers inside her without warning, curling them upward while his tongue kept working.

Destiny’s head dropped back. Her free hand fisted the sheets. He fucked her with those fingers in a steady rhythm, matching the pressure of his mouth, until her stomach tightened and her breath turned ragged.

He didn’t let her come.

The second she started to clench around his fingers he pulled them free and rose over her. Destiny made a frustrated sound that turned into a moan when the thick head of his cock dragged through her folds. He rubbed himself against her, coating the length of him, then notched at her entrance and pushed in one long, controlled thrust.

She felt every inch.

Her body stretched around him, the burn familiar and welcome. Dane’s forehead dropped to hers. His arms braced on either side of her head. He stayed buried to the hilt for several heartbeats, breathing hard against her mouth, giving her time. Destiny rolled her hips experimentally. The friction made both of them groan.

He started to move.

Long, deep strokes that dragged almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each one forced a soft sound from her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs, pulling him deeper.

Dane’s hand slid under her ass, tilting her hips so the angle changed. The next thrust hit a spot that made her vision blur. He did it again. And again. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, steady and filthy.

Destiny’s nails scored down his back. He hissed and fucked into her harder, the careful control fraying. Sweat slicked the place where their stomachs touched. She could feel the hard planes of his chest against her breasts with every thrust, the flex of his abs, the way his cock thickened inside her when she clenched around him.

"Look at me," he said, voice rough.

She did. His eyes were dark, pupils blown. He watched her face while he drove into her, cataloguing every flicker of pleasure. When her mouth fell open on a particularly deep stroke he kissed her, swallowing the sound. His tongue matched the rhythm of his hips until she was panting against his mouth.

He shifted his weight to one forearm and reached between them. His fingers found her clit and rubbed in tight circles. Destiny’s whole body went tight. The dual sensation—his cock filling her over and over, the precise pressure on her clit—built fast and sharp. She tried to hold it off, wanting it to last, but Dane’s thumb pressed harder and his next thrust bottomed out.

She came with a broken cry, walls pulsing hard around him. Her legs locked at his waist. He kept moving through it, dragging the orgasm out until she was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he slow, still buried deep, kissing the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the pulse point under her ear.

When the aftershocks eased he pulled out. Destiny made a soft sound of protest. Dane rolled them so she was on top, straddling his hips. His cock lay heavy and wet against his stomach. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking once from base to tip, feeling how hard he still was. Then she rose onto her knees, guided him back to her entrance, and sank down.

The angle was different. Deeper. She took him all the way, hands braced on his chest, and sat there for a moment just feeling the stretch. Dane’s hands settled on her hips. His thumbs stroked the soft skin just above the join of her thighs.

She started to ride him.

Slow at first, rising until only the head remained inside, then dropping down hard enough that her ass met his thighs with a soft slap. Dane’s head tipped back against the pillows.

The muscles in his neck stood out. Destiny did it again, finding a rhythm that let her grind forward on every downstroke so her clit dragged against him. Pleasure sparked low in her belly, building slower this time but thicker.

His hands urged her faster. She gave him what he wanted, bouncing on his cock with short, sharp movements that made her breasts bounce.

Dane sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her waist so their chests pressed together. The new position drove him even deeper. He thrust up to meet her, matching her pace, the wet slap of skin loud and rhythmic.

Destiny’s forehead dropped to his shoulder. She bit down on the muscle there when another orgasm started to crest. Dane growled low in his chest and fucked her through it, holding her tightly against him while she clenched and shuddered. This one was longer, rolling through her in waves. She felt him swell inside her near the end of it.

He flipped them again without pulling out. Destiny’s back hit the mattress. Dane hooked one of her legs over his arm, opening her wide, and drove into her with short, hard strokes. The headboard knocked softly against the wall. His breathing turned ragged. She watched his face, the way his jaw clenched, the intensity in his eyes as he chased his own release.

"Come inside me," she whispered.

The words broke whatever control he had left. He slammed in deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as he came. Destiny felt the heat of it, the way he filled her in thick pulses. He kept rocking through it, shallow little thrusts that milked every last drop, until his arms started to shake.

He collapsed carefully onto her, most of his weight braced on his forearms. Their skin was damp and sticking together. His cock twitched inside her as the last aftershocks faded. Destiny ran her hands down the strong plane of his back, feeling the residual tension ease under her palms.

For a long minute the only sound in the room was their breathing.

Dane eventually lifted his head. He kissed her slow and deep, the urgency gone, replaced by something quieter and just as intense. When he finally pulled out she felt the warm slide of him leaving her body, the wetness that followed. He didn’t move away. He settled on his side and drew her against his chest, one heavy thigh draped over hers.

Destiny traced the clear skin where the black veins had been only hours ago. No trace remained. She pressed her palm flat over his heart and felt it beating strong and steady under her hand.

Dane’s fingers combed through her hair, slow and absent. "Still with me?"

"Yeah." Her voice came out soft. "I’m here."

He made a low sound of contentment and pulled her closer. Outside, the estate stayed quiet. Inside their room the air smelled of sex and clean sweat and the faint residual soap from his shower. Destiny closed her eyes and let the solid heat of him sink into her bones.

They stayed like that until their breathing evened out completely. Neither of them reached for the covers. The night was warm enough, and the contact felt more necessary than sleep.

Eventually Dane’s hand drifted lower again, stroking the soft skin of her hip, then the curve of her ass. Destiny felt him starting to harden against her thigh once more. She opened her eyes and found him watching her with that same dark, intent look.

"Again?" she asked, already shifting closer.

His mouth curved. "We’ve got time."

He rolled her onto her back and settled between her thighs for the second time that night, kissing her like he planned to take his time learning every new sound she could make. Destiny wrapped her arms around his neck and let him.