Roses Wither: Into the Darkness
Forty-five

One week later

Rose

Okay, so sharing a bed with Chase was not easy... I could play it platonic, but my body could not. I was on fire from the inside out and my heat was not waning.

It was like everything in me was screaming to take this man and oh, did it want to.

It had been two weeks since he had rescued me. Two weeks that we had shared the same bed and I couldn’t take it anymore, especially when we woke up spooning and I felt his fullness rub into my back end.

There was no way he was leaving this bed today. No way that I could let him, I had a puddle in my panties.

After waking from another dream about him and what he could do to my body, I wanted this man more than anything, I needed him.

I was obviously in heat again, even though he didn’t make a move, I wanted all of him. And I needed him now.

I understood why he was being a perfect gentleman, but I felt safe again. I felt so safe in his arms and with him that my body needed him. It needed to know that it belonged to him and him alone, and it wasn’t going to settle until we had reconnected.

I knew that he had fallen from the glass, I knew that I had killed him, and I had no idea how he was still here, but I was so glad he was. And so was my body.

I let a whimper escape my lips as I rocked back into him. His arm tightened around me as he rocked back once, twice, three times. Three glorious times, then he leaned forward to inhale my scent and let out a breathy sigh as he gave one more rock of his hips before he jumped back.

“God,” He rolled to his back, “I am so fucking sorry, Rose. I almost- I am so sorry.”

I whimpered again and scooted back in the bed until my ass made purchase with what I assumed was his side.

“Rose, what-?”

“I Feel like every nerve ending I have is on fire.” I whined into my pillow now, “Chase, please, put it out. Please, I can’t take it anymore.”

I curled my body, crossing my legs to absorb my need, but it was too much, the action only made it worse.

"Are you-?" I felt him looming over me, trying to look into my eyes. I could smell the lust, heavy in the air around us. It had been so deep in this room lately that I could have drowned in it.

“Don’t tease me, Rose.” I could see the silver glowing in his eyes, through the darkness of our bedroom, before I even met his stare.

“Please, just touch me.” I whined, “It burns.”

His eyes closed and he fell back onto the bed, sighing deeply.

“We can’t. Not after-.” No, no, no. He was fighting this... Why was he fighting this? I needed him.

“Chase, my body needs you.” I crossed my legs, squeezing them even harder.

“I want you in the worst fucking way.” He growled, "But you were-."

“Please?!” I cried, “Just once. Please?”

“If I take you, it will not be just once, Rose.” His hand hurridly moved to my breast and he squeezed, as he pulled me into his solid body like a spoon.

I let out a deep moan and reached for his hair, running my hands through the tick, blonde tendrils.

“I am your's.” He groaned in my ear, his hand moving from my breast, down to my hip, "All your's, my love."

I could feel how swollen he was as his hips really rocked into me, pressing his full length into my ass. I met him for every fucking push.

“I need you.” I arched my back, panting with my words. As his hand slid lower, my legs opened to invite it.

“I understand.” His hand dipped into my sweatpants and he let out a moan of defeat when he realized how wet I already was.

“Fucks sake! Didn’t you take care of this on your own?” He moaned as his other hand moved under my head, to reach around and pull my t-shirt up, revealing my breasts, and making them easier for him to grab.

“No, but I know you have. Every morning in that shower.” I gasped as his fingers began to circle my clit in firm movements. “It’s been hard not to join you.”

I grabbed his arm to keep his hand there as I undulated against him.

I panted as his fingers slid into me and curved, replaceing that spot that would have me peaking in no time. I was so close, just a couple more movements and-

“Fuck!” He removed his hand and pulled my sweat pants down, revealing me to him, before he thrust deep, filling me to the base of his cock.

“Fuck!” I began panting, trying to catch my breath, but didn’t have time to, before his fangs sunk into my neck.

As he gave me a moment to adjust to his size, he claimed me again and I came around him immediately, feeling the flutter of my orgasm around his length.

Chase was a big guy, I knew that from our previous experiences, and he had ripped my walls again, but only to stay still, with no movement.

I was throbbing in both ecstacy and pain, but I couldn’t take his stillness, I needed movement and when I started squirming to get that movement, he pulled his fangs away from my neck.

“Are you in a hurry?” He teased.

“Don’t stop moving.” I cried out, pushing back into him, so he was fully sheathed again, “Please!”

“I was giving you time to adjust.” His smile was evident in his voice, "You already finished once."

One hand moved back to my clit as the other one found my breasts again.

He moved slowly at first, as though he was worried he would break me, but when I threw a leg back, over his, his speed picked up and his strokes became rougher and uncontrolled.

I needed to bind again, I needed... Fuck... He was tall enough.

I kicked my pants fully off and rolled onto my back as his speed picked up and our legs tangled together.

“Rose,” He groaned in ecstacy as he continued his movements, meeting my lips and pulling me into him, “I cannot get enough of you. You feel like Heaven.”

I reached behind his head and pulled it down to mine. Sinking into his neck, and taking him in.

With each each pull of his blood, he gave the mildest grunt. It was such a beautiful sound that it caused cries of pleasure to escape me as I released him and peaked again.

I could feel myself pulsating around his girth for the second time as I revelled in the feel of every vein and his tip as it slid to and from my depths.

Fuck!

He came deep within me, with a pulsating quickness and a dead silence.

It was in that silence that I was able to feel his emotions wash over me again, I was able to feel our bond reform and my body revelled in it.

“Are you okay?” He asked cautiously, still not unsheathing himself.

“A little better now.” I began to laugh.

“Only a little?” I could hear that sly grin on his lips as he bent into the crook of my neck, "We will have to work on that, my love."