between my thighs. The hot slide of his tongue between my folds made me buck my hips.
“Hmm,” he hummed, his mouth hovering over my sensitive flesh. “More delicious than I could’ve ever imagined.”
The puff of his breath felt simultaneously hot and cold, the need for him spiked higher. I fisted my hands into the bedding, pressing myself against his tongue as he lapped at me.
“How much do you want this, Nadia?” he asked between the brief nibbles and long sucks that drove me wild with lust. “How much do you want me?”
“More than anything, Wyck...” I panted. “More than anything in the world.”
“As much as I want you, then,” he said softly before sucking at me again.
One firm swirl of his tongue set it off. I grabbed on to his head with both hands, riding the most intense orgasm of my life. His mouth turned from relentless to gentle, tenderly guiding me down from the crest.
I let my hands fall away as the last tremors of bliss had subsided. My legs dropped to the mattress, my body heavy and warm.
“How are you feeling right now?” Wyck shifted back up to me.
His mouth glistened wet and enticing, and I couldn’t resist placing a small kiss on his bottom lip.
“Happy,” I replied honestly. “This very moment, I feel completely happy, Wyck.” I threw my arms around his neck. Happiness inside the Dark Anomaly was nothing short of a miracle, and I had no one but Wyck to thank for that. “I want to make you feel happy, too.”
“I’m already—” he started.
“You’re in pain, aren’t you?” I cut him off.
The slight furrowing of his brow, the barely contained lust in his eyes, the way he held his lower body angled away from me—all told me that I was right in my assumption. He was highly aroused and...hurting.
“Pain is a part of desire,” he said calmly. “It always hurts when I’m hard. And I’m hard more often than I’m not.”
I wondered if having two erections at once only made it twice as painful for him.
“Doesn’t it get better when you come?” It was an easy solution in my mind.
“Usually,” he replied evasively.
“Why not always?”
The idea of Wyck hurting in any way while he made me feel so blissfully happy pained me.
“My pleasure is not complete without yours.”
His words from earlier made even more sense now because I also didn’t feel completely satisfied without him feeling the same.
I slid my hand down and wrapped my fingers around one of his hard-ons. He tensed next to me, a shudder running through his body.
“Do you like this?” I asked softly, sliding my hand up and down along his slick length.
He closed his eyes, thrusting his hips into my hand. Yet his expression remained tortured.
“What is it, Wyck? What am I doing wrong?” I was doing the same thing I’d done last night. He’d seemed to fully enjoy himself, then. But had it been truly fully? “Does this feel good?”
“It does,” he groaned, rolling onto his back. I shifted after him, not letting go unless he told me to. “The cock you’re holding feels amazing beyond belief. The other one, however...” He groaned again, but this time it was filled with agony.
“The other one?” I moved aside the one I held in my hands, bringing the one under it into view. Thick and swollen to almost twice the size of the one in my fingers, his lower cock visibly pulsed with tension, a bluish tint mixed into the warm earthy tones of its skin. “It looks like it’s ripping at the seams,” I muttered with concern.
“It feels that way, too.” Wyck heaved a long, shuddered breath. “Like it’s about to explode, and not in a good way.”
“What can I do?” I asked, gently stroking along his second length. It jerked under my fingers.
Wyck gritted his teeth.
“Was that better or worse?”
“Better,” he croaked. “More. Please.”
I circled both of them, one in each hand, even though my fingers on either hand were way too far from meeting the thumbs.
“Last night, you came from both. Was it not enough?” I asked, sliding my hands up and down simultaneously and making sure I was giving an equal attention to both of his huge members.
He stretched, spreading his arms, his expression relaxing somewhat.
“One at a time doesn’t work as well,” he explained, his eyes closed and his voice a bit dreamy. “When I come from one only, the other one gets harder. And hurts more.”