The Velvet Den

Chapter 8

I tried to resist the pull, to keep my distance, but then his hands were on me—warm, strong, and unyielding. Bryn’s large hands circled my waist, his grip possessive yet gentle, his fingers pressing into my skin as though he’d been waiting forever to touch me. I looked up into his face, and his gaze pinned me in place, dark eyes blazing with heat and something deeper, something dangerous yet tender.

“I waited,” I whispered, breathless.

“I know,” he murmured, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smile that made my knees weak.

Before I could second-guess myself, I reached up, tangling my fingers in his thick, dark hair, and pulled his face to mine. The kiss was hesitant at first, but then his warm, full lips moved against mine with a dominance that shattered any doubt. His mouth overpowered me, consuming me, making me melt into him. I moaned softly, my wet slit throbbing with need as his scent—earthy, spicy, and utterly male—filled my senses. He pulled back just enough to inhale deeply, his nostrils flaring as his eyes darkened even further.

“I want you too, sunshine,” he growled, his voice a low, rumbling promise that sent a shiver down my spine. There was something about the way he spoke, the sheer power in his tone, that made me feel small and vulnerable but safe, protected.

“Come with me.” He tugged me gently, but firmly, toward the woods, his strength evident in the effortless way he guided me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice shaky but full of anticipation.

“Away from eyes,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating through me.

He led me to a large, moss-covered tree stump, its surface bathed in the crimson glow of the moon. He turned to me, his towering frame casting a shadow over mine. Gently, he lifted me onto the stump, his hands steady and sure, holding me like I was something precious. His fingers trailed up my thighs, slow and deliberate, the heat of his touch igniting my skin.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his deep voice thick with hunger as he knelt between my legs. He was massive, his broad shoulders and powerful arms seeming to swallow me whole as he pressed his face to my thigh, inhaling deeply before his lips grazed my skin. His tongue flicked out, warm and teasing, before his teeth sank in gently.

I gasped, the sharp sensation blending with the warm glow of the moonlight. My skin glimmered faintly crimson under the celestial light, and Bryn growled low in his throat, his hands sliding beneath my ass to pull me closer. His strength was overwhelming, his grip unrelenting yet careful as though he were afraid of breaking me.

“Relax,” he said softly, his voice soothing despite the heat burning in his eyes. With deliberate movements, he slid my thong aside and lowered his mouth to me. His tongue was hot and insistent, his lips wrapping around my clit as he sucked gently.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, my body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

“You’re okay,” he murmured against me, his breath hot on my slick folds. “Relax for me, sunshine.”

One thick finger slipped inside me, stretching me with exquisite care. He moved slowly, curling his finger to hit a spot that made me cry out. His mouth worked in tandem with his hand, his tongue and lips coaxing me closer and closer to the edge. My hands found his hair, tangling in the silky strands as I moaned his name.

“Bryn,” I gasped, my thighs trembling as he drove me higher.

“I want you to cum, sunshine. Cum hard for me,” he commanded, his voice a dark, velvety growl that left no room for argument.

My body obeyed, the tension snapping as waves of pleasure overtook me. I screamed his name, my muscles shaking as I came harder than I ever thought possible. Bryn held me through it, his strong arms wrapping around me as he lifted me from the stump and cradled me against his chest. His body radiated warmth, his heart beating strong and steady against mine.

“Shhh,” he murmured, rocking me gently, his lips brushing against my temple.

“You don’t want to?” I asked weakly, my face flushed.

He shook his head, his expression soft yet resolute. “Tonight is about you. I’ll give you more when you’re ready. But you have to trust me, okay?”

I nodded, gazing into his deep, endless eyes. His lips curved into a smirk, and his next words made my heart flutter and my body ache all over again.

“Good girl.”