𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Fifty Four{Davinia} 🌹

For the past thirty minutes, Rolan is making me feel all sort of sensations and emotions but right now, here in this moment with me spread eagle on my back and him crawling over to the apex of my thighs where my hole is freaking dripping, I feel so freaking worshiped.

The veins on his hand bulge and his muscles flex sinfully as he coils his hands around my thighs and hoist me closer to his face. My head drops from the pillow to the bed, pushing the air from the back of my throat right out of my mouth with an 'oomph' sound.

I stare right into his deep cold eyes that stare right back at me. It feels like I'm staring right at the midnight sky and it pulls me but when his eyes suddenly drop back down to my glistening cunt and he makes a sound between a snarl and a hum as he takes the skin of my right inner thigh between his teeth and drags it all the way up to my pubis, I sigh in content like a drug addict who just took a shot of heroine.

My whole body writhes on the bed, my hands move to touch his head but he catches them mid air and pulls them above my head. I suck a breath in at his face inches above mine, his eyes searching mine amidst the mild darkness in the room.

"Don't fucking touch me." He growls lowly, the veins on his forehead bulge in unison with his jaw clenching. Is he angry at me o— his fingers, I don't know which rams into my opening, it slides right in, feeling me up immediately.

His hot breathing rages above my face as he pumps his finger in and out of me with incredible speed that has got my mouth open with no sound escaping it. I try to ride his wave but he's so damn fast or I'm just so slow and would rather stay still and enjoy the ride

His hair is starting to leave his bun and a few of them fall to the right side of his face. I want to tuck them behind his ear and pull on his bun so it can come loose but his hold on my wrists are too tight.

He adds another finger and it pushes the sound out of me. My body arches off the bed as I moan loudly to his face, my eyes threatening to close due to the overload of sensation my body is driving at.

"If you touch me right now Davinia. I won't wait for a fucking wedding to plunge my dick in you and take your pussy all night like it's a fucking job." He growls at my face. I can hardly make a coherent comeback. I try but I fail so I bite my lips in frustration. His fingers are driving me insane. It won't take long before I let go.

He leans closer and pulls my lower lip in between his teeth and he sucks on it before biting it, nibbling on it. The pain sends shock waves to my lower belly then he adds another finger and I lose it.

My hips rock against his finger aggressively as I come from my high with a loud moan while he pounds me with his finger.

I'm panting loudly, trying to catch my breath from my amazing release. He moans long and hard as he kisses me. Curling his tongue against mine like he would do to my pussy. That action makes me anticipate for more, I want more but his fingers pull out of me and I find myself letting out mewl sounds.

He smirks into the kiss before pulling away and releases my wrists from his hold. Slowly, with his eyes watching mine in a heat of desire and pleasure, he sucks on his soiled fingers. One after the other like a freaking predator. I feel my cunt excrete another pool of arousal just by looking at him.

Suddenly, he holds my chin up in a tight grip and leans closer, hovering a few inches above my lips he says, "Oh honey, I'm not done." before sliding down my body and attacking my overly sensitive cunt with his hot wet mouth.

I shiver beneath, writhing like a flower petal. His tongue curls inside me like a guitarist playing the strings of his guitar. He clams down on my clit and I scream out my orgasm. He swims up and swallows my screams in a hot searing kiss.

"Your gift is right behind the door at the right corner of this room. Don't get lost in it." His voice fills my brain, his hot breath fans my moist lips. I say nothing in response. In a blink of my eye, he's up and by the door. His bun is loose and now his hair falls to the sides of his face, caging it in. This way, he looks like Lucifer before he became the devil.

"Goodnight, Davinia." The door opens and he's gone while I still try to get my bearings. His oak and citrus scent overwhelms the room and the temperature turns colder as each seconds clocks by.

The scenario of how it all started replays in my head and I sigh in defeat of how easily I was swayed but mostly at how often I would find myself in this situation.

Gathering motivation, I sit on the bed and raise my knees up, palming my feet to the soft duvet. Unconsciously, my eyes slowly drift up to the door at the right corner of the room. It's hard to tell that it's a door, it's covered in the same wallpaper as the room. I tuck my hair behind my ears as I continue to stare at the door.

My heart silently pounds in its confinement and my body tingles from the aftershock of my orgasm. Right now, I'm feeling a lot of things and with curiosity being among them I can't help but wonder what lies behind that door. Of course I can just open it and figure it out but I'm afraid of how I'll react to this gift of his. I love gifts, I love being rewarded. If Rolan continues with his gifts and rewards……. I'm afraid of what will happen next.