Destroy My Life In You-Chapter 114: Hot Desires [R18]

Nyx sat up, her legs straddling him as she placed her palms flat on his chest. Her fingers moved in slow, lazy circles over his skin, tracing every defined line and scar as if memorizing him with touch alone.

"If you want me to keep going," she murmured, eyes half-lidded, voice laced with playfulness, "you’ll have to do exactly what I say."

Finn didn’t miss a beat. "Anything."

She smirked, eyes gleaming. "One—I’m doing everything. You move, you lose. Two—you’re not allowed to touch me. Not unless I say so."

Finn’s jaw clenched, and his hands instinctively twitched beneath her. "That’s cruel."

She leaned down, her lips grazing his jaw. "Do we have a problem?"

He hesitated, fighting the urge to flip her over right then and there. But when she made a motion to move off him, he immediately caught her waist, holding her in place.

"Don’t," he said, his voice low, strained. "Don’t stop."

Nyx’s smile curved in satisfaction. "Good boy."

She reached for his wrists and pinned them above his head against the mattress. "Now keep them there. No cheating."

Finn let out a breath through his nose, forcing himself to stay still. Every part of him burned, the tension coiling tighter the longer she teased.

She gave him a brief kiss on the lips, too quick for him to respond. When he groaned in frustration, she chuckled softly and whispered, "We’re just getting started."

Her mouth traveled down to his neck, tongue drawing slow, deliberate paths across his skin. She licked the sensitive spot just beneath his ear, and Finn let out a breathless curse, the muscles in his arms flexing with restraint.

Nyx moved lower, taking her time, her hands pressing against his torso, trailing heat wherever they passed. When she reached the edge of his boxers, she paused, her breath warm against the fabric. Finn’s hips twitched reflexively when she poked the swollen shape beneath.

"Nyx," he breathed, voice strained with need.

She looked up sharply, and with just a glance, silenced him. He swallowed his groan, biting his lower lip as his body tensed.

With deliberate slowness, she slid his boxers down. His length sprang free, hard and eager. Nyx’s eyes flicked to his face, studying the hunger etched in every line of it.

"Do you want me to touch it?" she asked, voice low and sultry.

Finn’s chest rose and fell rapidly. "Yes," he rasped, teeth gritted from restraint.

Nyx tilted her head and smiled wickedly. "Then beg nicely."

His eyes darkened with something feral, but he kept still, swallowing his pride like it burned.

"Please," he said, the word barely above a whisper, "touch me."

Nyx leaned forward, lips brushing his ear. "That’s more like it."

Nyx chuckled lowly, her voice a soft spark against the fire growing in Finn. Without a single warning, her hand wrapped around his rod. She gave it a stroke then another and another, each with a fatser pace. Finn’s body jerked, a string of curses falling from his lips like prayer.

"Shit—shit—shit."

His hips lifted slightly as she continued stroking him. Her fingers moved like they knew him already, every motion drawing ragged breaths from his chest.

The room was filled with the sound of his low groans, and when he felt himself teetering on the edge, he gritted out, "Nyx—I’m gonna—"

And the mighty Nyx stopped. Yes, just like that.

Finn’s eyes flew open in disbelief. "What the—"

Before he could finish, she shifted. Pulled herself up and settled just above him, her soaked underwear brushing against his throbbing member. She didn’t speak because her eyes were already screaming with need. She started to rock against him slowly, letting the fabric press against the most sensitive parts of her, rubbing along the hard length of him.

Finn groaned, clutching the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. "You’re going to kill me," he muttered, voice rough and desperate.

Then, without a word, Nyx hooked a finger at the edge of her panties and slid them aside. The air between them pulsed with burning desires. She rubbed his manhood on her wet entrance before guided him to her entrance, aligning him carefully, torturously, and began to sink down onto him inch by aching inch.

Finn’s entire body arched, the sensation overwhelming,

When she took all of him in, she paused and did not move, which drove Finn to the edge. He felt like his head was about to explode.

Finn looked up at her with pleading eyes. "Move... please."

Nyx didn’t speak and just observed him, smiling in satisfaction. Then, slowly, she began to move. Her slow and deliberate, making him feel every motion and every contraction of her walls around him.

"Nyx..." he groaned, his voice breaking as pleasure surged up his spine.

She matched his need with her own, whispering his name against his lips, and riding him with growing urgency. They moved together in a rhythm that felt infinite. Time slowed around their bodies as tension pulled tighter and tighter.

"I’m close," Finn choked out. "Don’t stop..."

Nyx didn’t stop this time. She moved faster, hips grinding against him, her breath hitching as waves of pleasure rolled through her. And when he came, it was with a groan so deep that it echoed in her chest. She followed him over the edge, collapsing against his chest, breathless.

After a while, she looked up smiling at him, ready to tease but it wasn’t over.

Finn’s arms suddenly wrapped around her, flipping them in one motion. She gasped, startled, but there was no time to speak.

"What are you—?"

He didn’t answer and just looked at her with crimson burning eyes, before her slid back into her in one fierce thrust.

Nyx cried out, her fingers digging into his back. Whatever control Finn had left was gone now. He moved with relentless purpose, digging deeper into her garden, until he released himself inside her again.

Nyx thought was all but no. After they caught their breath, she carried off from the bed and went into the bathroom. He put on the shower and made her bend, and he took her from behind. By the time they were done, Nyx was exhausted and wanted to sleep off. But his voice low and rough against her neck, came on the moment she lied on the bed.

"I’m not finished with you."