Surviving Stirling

Chapter twenty four

"Aurelia," He peppered sinful kisses down the crook of my neck and over my shoulder, my eyes fluttered closed, it was so gentle, so loving. "You did something bad."

Lips traveled down to my collar bone, teasing the hell out of my soft spots, "denying me when you know we both want it."

His kisses continued down my arm, it was a sweet, sweet torment. It twisted and tensed every nerve in my body forcing me into rapid frustration.

"You know you've been a bad girl, and now I'm going to make you feel that regret everywhere."

I shook with how much desire I felt, his lips quickened in urgency, full of underlying hunger, making me drip with pleasure.

"It's just sexual tension," I dismissed, "it means nothing more than my orgasms being left uncompleted because I constantly wake up too early."

His kisses had reached my hand and taking me by complete surprise, he used his grip on my hand in dance move way, to twirl my body around and slam me hard up against the wall.

His stance was powerful and intimidating but I felt completely safe.

"It's more than sexual tension and you know it. You have feelings for me. You have always had feelings for me."

"That's not true. I can't have feelings for you." His gorgeous eyes were looking straight at me, carving into me and taking me prisoner. "You're completely unhinged and I am very, very screwed down."

He smiled. Just a little, slowly and slightly rising from the right corner of his lips. It was infuriating because I loved it when he smiled.

"Maybe," his hand smoothed over my thigh. I shivered at the sensation of silky fabric sliding over my skin as he lifted my nightdress higher inch by inch. His hand exploring its way towards the burning fire between my legs, "you need to be very, very screwed down... by me."

"Stirling." I whisper-moaned but his kiss on my mouth stole my words and roughly tugged my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Maybe if we fuck for real, you'll finally stop fantasising and dreaming about me."

He lowered his lips to suck my sensitive nipple, the motion sent little shocks of sickening pleasure through my gut, making my innermost parts shudder in need.

I tensed as he roughly inserted two fingers inside of me, giving me an unexpected hard pulse of pleasure.

"Don't do this to me again." I pleaded as waves of heat flashed through me like sparks.

"But you so badly want me too." His head was in the crook of my neck again, sensually kissing me. I could barely concentrate on anything else besides the budding frustration and pleasure.

The sound of his belt buckle opening echoed through my mind. My body was heavy, he was torturing me. I needed to put my hands on myself and make myself cum.

"After all, everybody deserves birthday sex Aurelia."

My whole body jolted as he entered me and filled me with an exquisite sensation but my subconscious could tell it wasn't real, it wasn't nearly enough.

"Can I fuck you?" He whispered into my ear as he thrust his body in and out of me.

"You already are."

A bang jerked me awake suddenly and I sat up, choking on my own breath. A strip of light slowly disappeared as my bedroom door closed over, allowing someone to make their swift exit.

Someone was in here.
No, he was in here.

As curious as that was, a blush blossomed on my face and I felt dreadfully exposed, afraid the shivering pulses I felt in my core would be visible outside of my dreamland.