Skin of the Night: Book One of The Night series

by Claire D. Bennett

  “Trust me, Cara, you’ve got me. Utterly,” he assured me and kissed my clit again. While groaning with pleasure, I collapsed and closed my eyes. There was little use in protesting. Knowing him, he wouldn’t stop until he had his way. He was easily the most stubborn man I’d ever met, but I commended his self-restraint. Truly, he was remarkable in that he wasn’t one to surrender to impulse. Delayed gratification was clearly something he practised religiously.

  To my relief, he increased the pressure of his licks, and when his tongue swept over my left side – precisely where I’d shown him – my back arched compulsively. “Ah,” I moaned, brows furrowing. Shit, that felt fantastic.

  Knowing that I was particularly sensitive there, he continued, and I sensed him watching me as I writhed against his strong hold of my thighs and wrists. Slowly but surely, the tension amassed in my lower abdomen. God, he was so bloody skilled with his tongue. He wasn’t even hitting my clit directly, and yet I was tensing all over.

  “Will,” I whined and shook my head before I started to move my hips against him. Responding to my plea, he flicked his tongue directly across my clit.

  “Ah.” The sound of my pleasure led him to hand it his full attention.

  I failed to breathe. Oh my God.

  At a rapid speed, he licked back and forth, up and down, fuelling the agonising tension. My eyes sprang wide with shock.

  Holy shit. This was fucking intense.

  “Ah!” I cried out, and again, my back arched off the mattress. Only vaguely did I notice that his hold of my wrists strengthened.

  The tension reached a new peak within me. Above it, I couldn’t locate my lungs. The pleasure he provided was of such intensity and acuteness that I had to dedicate every single brain cell to withstand it, and so I temporarily forgot how to breathe.

  As I convulsed and writhed, he released my left wrist to push his middle finger deep into me, and once inside, he curled it to rub directly across my front wall.

  “Oh my God!” I wailed on my remaining breath and fisted my bed sheets with my liberated hand. I thought I would explode.

  I climbed higher and higher, desperate for release. Determined to drive me over the edge, he persisted. When my shudders started and my toes curled, he increased the pace of his finger penetrating me.

  Fuck! This was sensational.

  Overwhelmed, I nearly shuddered away from him, but he was quick to prevent my escape. At once, he withdrew his finger to lock his arm around my thigh again, and his hold was so strong that I couldn’t move even an inch away. Grimacing, I struggled to contain the unbearable pleasure. Searing heat burnt my cheeks. I felt so hot. Flushed, I panted his name. I would never recover from his impact. He owned me completely.

  Suddenly, his tongue hit me with clinical precision, causing the tension to unlock with extreme force. “Ah, fuck!” I uttered, though barely a sound came out since I’d had no air in my lungs.

  Bliss flooded my entire body as I underwent my powerful climax, and the sheer magnitude of it left me shocked. I couldn’t believe the level of pleasure he could generate in my body, and I was further amazed I’d been able to endure it. The second I collapsed onto the mattress again, euphoria stole me away. To savour it, I closed my eyes. My heart pounded against my ribs while I heaved for air. I hadn’t felt this alive yet simultaneously so faded since the last time I’d been with him like this.

  “Mm, I love making you come, Cara,” his sensual voice affirmed before his mouth trailed enamoured kisses up across my torso.

  Subconsciously, my hands found their way to his lovely hair where they lazily massaged his scalp. But, since I was robbed of all strength, they fell away once he lifted his head to loom over mine.

  His chuckle drifted to my ears just before he grabbed my waist to flip me around. Sliding his hands down along my curves to my hips, he then gripped them to hoist me onto all fours in front of him.

  “You’re soaked, love,” he said, and suddenly, he kissed my folds again. I jerked forward, overly sensitive now, but his strong hands prevented me from reaching far. After yanking me back to kneel in front of him, he dragged off my robe to reveal the bare skin of my back.

  It landed on the floor soon after, and he didn’t hesitate to return his attention to my skin. His warm hands roamed across it, nails drawing lanes of red down my back before they travelled to my front, where he paused on my breasts. After squeezing them hungrily, he tugged my nipples.

  “Mm,” I hummed appreciatively and felt him rest his grinning mouth on my shoulder blade. When his hands continued their exploration, repeatedly sliding along my curves, I smiled as well.

  “You have the most beautiful shape,” he claimed and dropped his mouth to the spot just below my ear.

  As I closed my eyes, I leaned my head on his naked shoulder and circled his neck with my arm. “You’re rather stunning yourself, Will.”

  Suddenly, music blasted from the living room, causing us both to freeze.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered, embarrassed. Jason had evidently woken up.

  “Wise man,” William stated with a laugh before his mouth ravished my neck with kisses.

  His hands burnt wherever they caressed me, smooth, hot and appreciative. I loved his hands on me. They awakened parts of me that I hadn’t even known I harboured until him. Upon acknowledging it, I considered myself either incredibly strong, or remarkably stupid, for having stayed away from him for as long as I had. In the end, it was clear as day that this was what we were meant to be doing.

  Yearning for more of him, I reached behind me to trace my hand along his thigh towards his crotch. His erection was hard as concrete within my palm, and the feel of it left a lewd smile on my mouth. As I gave it a gentle squeeze, he groaned into my ear and tightened his embrace of me.

  My action must have triggered him because, suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me harshly onto the mattress, following my descent. To ensure that I was pinned to the bed, he maintained his firm grip of my shoulders when he proceeded to trail hungry kisses down along my spine. Upon reaching the dimples on my back, he gave each of them extended kisses, and when he finally released my shoulders, he proceeded to claw down my back till he settled on my bum.

  “Where do you keep your condoms?” he asked, fingers clawing into my lower cheeks.

  The suspense had never been more palpable. I could hardly wait to feel his merciless penetration again.

  “Nightstand.”

  His hands abandoned me entirely. To prepare myself, I inhaled sharply. From the corner of my eye, I saw him lean over to open the drawer and withdraw a foil packet. Upon his return, my heart skipped a beat, and once it resumed, I heard him tear apart the foil.

  Now filled with thrilling anticipation, I stared at the white headboard of my bed.

  At last, I would feel him within me again. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right now. It was imminent, and it was intense, so when I heard him sheathe himself in the latex, I bit my lower lip and toyed with my bed sheets while I mentally begged for his intrusion.

  At first, his hands smoothed over my lower cheeks, but then he spanked me – fucking hard.

  “Ah!” I was certain the sting of his palm had left a mark on my skin.

  “That’s for lying to me when we met,” he growled. After lifting only my bum away from the bed, he spanked me again, just as hard. Whimpering into the mattress, I fisted the sheets to counter the pain.

  “That’s for fucking with my head ever since,” he berated before he struck me again. “And that’s for lying to me yet again, you unruly woman,” he continued to scold and then thrust into me without a single warning.

  The fulfilment shocked me. He was so fucking big. I’d forgotten how deep he reached. Gasping, I clawed the bed sheets again until my knuckles grew numb.

  “Ah, Cara. You feel so fucking good,” he groaned and leaned for
ward to twirl my long, brown hair around his wrist. “The way you’re gripping me, just barely letting me in…” His sharp inhalation echoed in my ears as he pushed all the way into me, slow and steady. Using his hold of my hair, he tugged me backwards to pull himself even deeper, and effectively lifted my upper body away from the bed till I was on all fours again. At this point, he was buried so deep within that it was on the verge of being painful.

  “Shit,” I mouthed, out of breath, and shook my head to myself. This was overwhelming. He felt so good, stretching me to my limit. It bordered unbearable.

  Upon his gentle retreat, he released my hair to grab my hips instead. Then, he started a most staggering rhythm, shocking me again. I’d never experienced more sensual thrusts in my life, and I’d slept with my fair share of men. Each one was slow at first but picked up the pace the deeper he got. As he went, he focused his point of impact on my front wall.

  I wished I could have seen him move like that, like a fly on the wall. I was confident it would have been the most erotic thing I ever saw. How he bucked towards me, while his big hands held onto my hips, was devastating. If he kept this up, I’d be coming in no time.

  Although, ironically, it was obvious that he was in no rush to see this finished. He wasn’t looking to blow his load. On the contrary, he was looking to make me come undone for him, time and again, as though it was his sole purpose in this.

  He was looking to experience me.

  What a man. From the way he praised and tended to the female anatomy, keenly attuned to our every response, he did indeed make his lovers feel like goddesses. In bed, he behaved like his main objective was to provide divine pleasure, despite his proclivity for dominance. However, it became apparent that he had a taste for dominance because he trusted himself to deliver heavenly gratification. It stemmed from his profound confidence, and with good reason.

  “Fuck,” I breathed and frowned to myself while I savoured his shaft sliding back and forth across my front wall, which he repeatedly struck just perfectly. In and out – so fucking delicious. My fluids trickled down my thighs while the pounding sound of our flesh meeting, again and again, drove me wild with desire. I couldn’t recall having been so wet before.

  My vaginal walls began quivering around him, and when he noticed, he crouched over me and gathered my breasts in his hands. Struck by the intimacy of our new position, I moaned his name and thrust against him, aching for more of him. I just couldn’t seem to get close enough. I wanted him to consume me – the entirety of me.

  Across my upper back, he planted starving kisses. “Enjoying me, Cara?” he asked, and there was a smile present in his voice.

  “Mm, yes. Don’t ever stop,” I answered breathily and turned my head in search of his lips. Realising what I wanted, he carefully folded his large hand over my throat and guided my mouth to his. Dopamine flooded my brain upon the enchanting motion of his kiss. I never wanted him to stop. I loved kissing him. It was one of my favourite things to do in this world, as well as enduring his sensational lovemaking.

  He continued to kiss me while the tension rebuilt within me, dense and heavy. My shudders started again, a warning of my looming climax. Immediately, he tightened his embrace to smother me against him.

  Responding to my impending orgasm, his thrusts accelerated, hitting me faster, deeper, harder. Fuck!

  He held me tightly, trapping me in his embrace – trapping me in a state of complete pleasure. In and out. Back and forth. I would detonate like never before.

  “Oh!” I moaned against his mouth and reached for something to hold onto. I was desperate to release at least a portion of this wicked tension that rallied within me, so I gripped onto the arm of his hand around my throat, and I didn’t mind the fact that I was clawing harshly into his skin. I was much too preoccupied with enduring my internal torment.

  “I… coming,” I warned breathlessly.

  “Yes. Let yourself go for me, Cara,” he demanded and ploughed powerfully into me, successfully knocking the air out of my lungs. I tried to pull away from his kiss, but he refused to let me. Like a famished man, he continued to kiss me while I trembled in his hold – so close to the edge that I was only seconds away from coming. Another thrust and I would reel straight into bliss again.

  He fucked me so hard then that I promptly fell victim to yet another orgasm.

  “Ah!” I collapsed in his embrace, held up solely by his arms around me. My walls clenched around his shaft, quivering and overly sensitive, but he continued to pull in and out of me, slowly, allowing me to ride my orgasm for longer. Meanwhile, his mouth remained on mine, kissing me while I surrendered to oblivion, lost to the world and lost in the feeling of him.

  Eventually, his smile interfered. I was heaving for air when I finally opened my eyes to gauge his thoughts. The sight melted my heart, as bottomless affection exuded from his blue eyes. While nuzzling my nose with his, he chuckled to himself and closed them.

  “Sorry,” he quietly murmured and pecked my lips again. “I just can’t believe we’re doing this again. Feels like I’ve waited for an eternity.”

  Nose to nose, a coy smile teased my mouth while I chuckled, too.

  “I’m glad you swayed my mind, Will,” I hoarsely replied, but moaned when he pushed deeply into me again.

  “I’ve sincerely missed the sound of your moans. Most beautiful thing I’ll ever hear.”

  I blushed at his carnal declaration. “Well, you’re the one extracting them.”

  My response prompted him to open his eyes again, and his stare was piercing. “Indeed, and I intend to keep it that way.”

  Using his careful grip of my throat, he lifted my upper body until I was kneeling in front of him. Then, he closed his arms around me, and he held me so intimately that my heart thundered. Meanwhile, he continued to thrust slowly but powerfully into me.

  Marvelling, I closed my eyes again and rested my head on his shoulder while I wished to myself that we could do this forever. Nothing would ever feel as good as this, as right as this. I was certain.

  28

  I LIKE THIS

  Sinfully later, he was finally reaching his peak. Merciless as he was, he had withdrawn every time he had been close to coming to proceed with giving me oral attention instead. By now, I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I’d had.

  This was reclaiming, and it was fucking intense.

  No man came close to William’s divine lovemaking. He was out of this world. It was as though he’d been created to do this – pleasure women into the celestial. It was a remarkable talent and, blessed as I was, I was on the receiving end of it.

  In our current position, I’d been hoisted up against the headboard of my bed, essentially seated against it. With his hands under my thighs, he secured my legs in place around his waist. Between them, he was kneeling, charging savagely in and out of me now.

  A thorough layer of sweat covered both our bodies while I crouched over his broad shoulder, close to fainting. I couldn’t make so much as a sound anymore. I was completely battered after my streak of countless, mind-blowing orgasms. All I wanted now was for him to finally allow himself to come.

  “Ah,” he groaned and buried his hand in my hair to tug my head back. Through hooded eyes, I watched him, saw how his square jaw clenched while his eyes drizzled of animalistic pleasures. His pupils were dilated as he ground his teeth and stared intensely at me.

  He was close.

  Just as he performed his hardest and deepest thrust yet, he placed his mouth back on mine and passionately kissed me. Shocked by the fulfilment of such a powerful shove, I whimpered against his mouth and clawed down his back.

  “Please,” I begged, out of breath.

  His crooked smile crossed his lips when he slowed his thrusts but increased his strength. “Nearly there,” he consoled before he kissed me again.

  One hard thrust. Another. Another again.


  “Ah,” I sobbed.

  “Fuck, Cara,” he groaned and suddenly flipped us around. Now beneath him, I stared up at his hypnotising beauty and gulped, momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer view of him. His eyes softened when they locked with mine, and a gentle smile took over his mouth. Letting go of my thighs, his hands moved to my flushed cheeks and cupped them instead before he kissed me like I’d never been kissed – soft, tender, and yet so formidable.

  Gently, he withdrew from within me only to push forward again, but fast this time. He groaned against my lips. From the sound of it, I knew he was reaching it.

  Now.

  Retreating again, he pushed a little harder into me, sliding further and further until he reached the very end of me. Fuck, he reached deep. He lingered there, his kiss growing harder against my mouth before he groaned again and repeated the process one more time.

  Finally, he stilled, and a smile formed on his mouth while he continued to kiss me. I followed the motion of his lips lazily, and we’d kissed for quite a while when he eventually withdrew and pulled away to look at me.

  “You okay?” he queried hoarsely.

  I huffed out a loud breath and shielded my eyes with my forearm, utterly destroyed. “I’m dead,” I whispered in response. It was all I could manage. My sore vagina was pulsating as though my heart had relocated to it.

  He chuckled above me and lowered his head to suck each of my nipples. “Sorry. You’ve got yourself to blame. You’re irresistible, and I love watching you come.”

  I shook my head to myself and wondered if this was what it was going to be like – crazy sessions every time we got down to business. Would I survive a relationship like that?

  “You’re inhuman,” I alleged.

  His lips trailed down my stomach. When he reached the apex of my thighs, I tensed completely. A sadistic laugh escaped his mouth right before he planted a firm kiss on my throbbing bud. Hissing, I jerked away and lowered my arm to glare at him.