I loved the way he teased me. I loved the way his fingers felt on my body, even through layers of clothes. I loved it all.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my back arched off the bed. I wanted him. God, I wanted him. And he knew it. Why was he taking his time?
He sat up and I whimpered. I didn’t want his warmth to be taken from me so soon. But he was by my feet so he could wrap his fingers around the ends of my pants in order to yank them off of me. I lifted my backside to help the transition.
Once they, too, were in a pile on the floor, Rumple shifted his attention to me. His fingers wrapped around my ankles and he leaned forward, slowly trailing tantalizing kisses up the muscle of my calf to the inside of my thigh. The kisses themselves were like ghosts - I could barely feel them as they were, and somehow they had such power over my body. It was like his mouth had a thick cord attached to it and it pulled on the end attached to my core every time his lips touched my skin.
Pleasure wafted through my body, the kind that was heady and filled with pressure - almost like it was too much for me to take. I wanted to push him away, my body too sensitive to receive more of it, and yet, it was too good for me to even think about doing something like that.
He pressed his lips against my mound even though it was still covered by the scrap of underwear. This time, I couldn’t stop the moan as it pushed past my lips and filled the silence of the room.
He groaned in return, lifting his eyes up to meet mine.
But through the reflection in the mirror.
My head was tilted back and nearly hanging off the bed. He was hunched over me like a predator about to feast on its prey. And there was something seeing him through that reflection. It felt like I was watching someone else, like I was living vicariously through someone in order to obtain both pleasure and pain. And somehow, that was enough for me. That was enough to put me right on the edge and start to seek out my pleasure.
Rumple took my underwear in his hands and ripped it with a gentle tug before balling up the scraps of paper and tossing them over the bed. I was completely naked in front of him, completely vulnerable. Blood was rushing to my head, making me feel light.
God, I wanted him.
As flattered as I was that someone like Rumple could so easily be consumed by someone like me, I wanted to feel him inside of me.
He ran his fingertips across my navel, down a hipbone, over my mound protected by golden curls until he reached my lips. Everything about his caress sent my body on fire. It was as though he was worshipping me, careful with his touch because he didn’t want to cause me any unnecessary harm.
Without warning, he began to pull at his own clothes. I probably should have helped him remove them. It was more fun being stripped than doing it manually, but Rumple didn’t seem to mind. By the time he was finished and naked, he crawled over me again, kissing my throat, my breasts, my belly. It was like he wanted to overwhelm me with kisses.
Which was fine with me.
There was something so unexpected about Rumple’s gentleness with me that caused my body to melt in his hands.
It was only then that I knew I was his, in every piece of me I could give him. It was more than just a physical thing and it was deeper than being in love with him. It was all of that combined, paired with the fact that I trusted him implicitly. That scared me nearly as much as giving him my body, my head, my heart, because he could tell me anything, and I’d believe him. He could tell me to do something and I wouldn’t question him. I didn’t understand where he had gotten this power over me, but it didn’t matter.
Not really.
Not when I was already his.
Without warning, he flipped me over so I was on my stomach. I propped myself up on my elbows and our gazes locked in the mirror. Something throbbed in my core, a pulsing sense of anticipation. We hadn’t had sex this way, but we would. There was a hunger in Rumple, a need to physically possess something. I was sure it had to do with the fact that he probably felt like he lost his semblance of control while in the Fae realm, and being dominant in a safe space with someone he trusted was a good way to get it back.
He spread my legs wider before grabbing a hipbone with one hand and the base of his cock with the other. He directed himself until his tip caressed the folds of my core. I was surprised by how much I wanted him, wanted to feel him this way.
But if I loved Rumple, if I truly loved him, that meant loving all of him.
Even his dark side.
And if that meant exploring that this way, I was willing to do it.
Hell, I had my own dark side, and it seemed to be responding to this.
Without warning, he thrust into me. I let out a gasp and his eyes snapped at my reflection, watching my body. Watching everything.
I didn’t know how it was possible, but his eyes got even darker. We locked eyes through the mirror, and Rumple began to move. Slowly, so damn slowly, that I wanted to scream.
He pulled out only to slide deep inside of me, touching places I didn’t even know existed. There was a slight amount of pain with each thrust, but it was tolerable. If anything, it made the pleasure that much more gratifying.
After a moment, he began to pick up the pace. His brow furrowed as his fingers dug into my hips. Like I belonged to him. Like he was using me for nothing more than his own pleasure.
That shouldn’t turn me on.
Being used and not cared for should disgust me.
But if I was being honest, it turned me on.
Jesus, it turned me on.
His eyes were hungry, his mouth contorted into a concentrated line, and his sensual body moved in a way that was both intimate and graceful at the same time.
I dropped his eyes only so I could watch as his pelvis move back and forth. Only so I could watch him come out to come back in.
I felt like I was on the outside looking in. I could feel him inside of me, stretching me, claiming me in a way he never had before. But watching him do it in real time through a mirror emphasized his actions - and my own. He was powerful, dominant, virile.
I was petite compared to him. Helpless. Vulnerable.
He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d be a fool if I thought I’d be able to stop him.
Without warning, his hand left my hip and moved in front of me until his fingers found my nub. He brushed them against me and I dropped my mouth, eyes rolling shut.
I didn’t think -
But he remembered me. Remembered my pleasure.
And then -
“That’s it, darling. I want to feel you all over me. Come for me, Alice. Come for me.”
I couldn’t disobey.
“Look at me,” he snarled. “Look at me now.”
My eyes snapped open, and seeing the raw emotion, the desperate need on his face in that mirror, caused me to lose it.
“Oh, yes, there it is. Milk me. Take me. Take all of me.”
I didn’t even hear what he was saying. My body convulsed. Pleasure bubbled up in my core and shot across my body. I could barely hold myself up.
Rumple let out a shout before he found his own climax, and he didn’t stop until he was satiated. He collapsed on top of me, careful not to let his weight fall onto mine.
We stared at each other in the mirror, both panting and sweaty. And then he kissed my shoulder and rolled onto his back, taking me with him.
11
The sun cascaded through the curtains, effectively caressing my face in a warm embrace and waking me up. I sighed in content.
I could feel Rumple’s body beside me, could feel his warmth. I rolled over to face his back, coiling one arm around his waist and scooting closer to him.
I must still be sleepy because I didn’t really pay much attention to what I was doing. My lips pressed against his back over and over. I wasn’t trying to wake him up. At least, I didn’t think I was. But I couldn’t stop myself from doing it, even as I felt him move underneath me. He moaned slightly and my hand drifted lower until my
fingers caressed the low waistband of his silky, black pajamas. I stopped, hesitating. I didn’t even know why. It was as though I suddenly became shy for now apparent reason.
“Don’t stop now, darling,” Rumple murmured in a low voice. His voice was still tainted by slumber but there was something in it that told me he was pleased by what I was doing, even if it had caused him to wake up earlier than he initially intended.
I took in a long breath and slid my hand under the soft waistline until my fingers brushed against his cock. Somehow, he was already hard. The instant I touched him, Rumple let out a low moan.
Something lit up inside of me, something like fire, like power. It felt similar to the way my magic rushed up to help me, to spur me on, then swallow me whole so it could then be used at my disposal. There was a power in making someone like Rumple moan, into making him fall to his knees.
I liked that power. I wanted more of that.
My fingers wrapped around his cock and slowly tugged it once, without jerking it. I loved how velvety it felt underneath my touch, how it twitched in response. It was as though his body recognized me, as though it knew who I was and what I meant to him. He might have called me names before. He might have tried to push me away.
But he should know by now that that wouldn’t work.
“Jesus Christ,” he said.
My thumb caressed the head of his cock, the small bead of precum emerging from his tip. I released him only to bring the liquid to my mouth and taste it, taste him. Salty and sweet, just like him.
“Alice.”
He was practically begging at this point, and that influx of power only heightened. I reached up and pushed his shoulders down so he was on his back in the bed. As much as I wanted to run my hands up and down his scars, as much as I wanted to caress him and show him love, I was focused on something else at the moment.
I crawled between his legs, spreading them farther so I could get comfortable on my knees.
“What are you -”
I stopped him by taking the tip of his cock in my mouth.
He knew what I was doing. Not with the way his deft fingers explored his body, with the graceful, savage gestures of his thrusting. Everyone knew it too.
He was just surprised I was doing it. And I didn’t understand why, because I wanted to please him the way he was so enthusiastic when it came to pleasing me.
“Jesus Christ, Alice,” he said. He laced his fingers through my hair but was careful not to force me to take him deeper or control my movement.
I looked up at him. The second my gaze touched his, he spiraled. His eyes immediately got darker. His jaw locked. He thrust into my mouth once, still with control. He could have hurt me, especially with his size and the fact that I wasn’t used to him.
Not yet, anyway.
I began to lick his shaft. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, but I kept at it. Judging by the small, sharp groans Rumple was making, it seemed to please him, and that was what I wanted to do.
“Stop.” He clenched his teeth even harder. “You don’t have to -”
“I want to.” I locked eyes with him. I wanted him to see how serious I was. I wanted him to know the truth.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said.
“Am I that obvious?” I asked, trying to make him smile even though I blushed with my inexperience. This wasn’t about me. This was about him.
“You know that isn’t what I meant,” he said. “If you’re doing this to make me feel better -”
“I’m doing this to make you feel good,” I said. I gripped his cock in one hand, gently stroking him. I wanted him to feel the pleasure I could give him if he would just let me. I wanted him to know I could make him feel good without worrying about myself. “You deserve to feel good, Rumple.”
He grunted, though I couldn’t make out if it was something he didn’t believe or if it made him feel good. I kept my eyes locked with his as I tilted my chin down and pulled him back inside of me.
There was something about looking at him as I did this. It seemed to have the same effect on him the way locking eyes through the mirror as he took me from behind did. There was something about seeing each other in this way...I couldn’t explain it. I felt it too. There was a vulnerability that couldn’t be matched with closed eyes and buried faces. It was like he knew exactly what I was feeling inside, and he knew how to fan that flame.
And I hoped I did too.
I didn’t have any experience besides all the times I had been with him, but that didn’t seem to matter. The fact that I was willing to try, that I got pleasure in giving him pleasure, was the only thing that concerned Rumple where my innocence was concerned.
Everything else was an adventure, an exploration in pleasure and power, and it was something I, myself, couldn’t get enough of.
I began to suck him, using one hand to hold his base while the other wrapped around his shaft and began to move up and down his length, trailing after my mouth. It helped me coat him in my saliva, made the friction ease so he could get the full range of pleasure. I closed my eyes, enjoying this new exploration of his body. Every twitch, every sharp inhale of breath, just reminded me that I was in control, that I could give pleasure just as well as I could receive it. And, more than that, I liked giving pleasure - but only to Rumple.
“Oh, Alice,” he said, drawing out my name in a low moan.
I couldn’t help but moan in return. My lips vibrated against his cock as I continued bobbing my head up and down. I wasn’t fast, but I was steady, and that seemed to be what he needed: consistency. A pace he could relax into and allow the pleasure to overtake his body.
The way he said my name, like I was the only thing that meant anything to him. Like I was his and his alone, and I was the only one who had this power over him...That, to me, was everything.
I would do this as often as he wanted just as long as I could stay his. Just as long as I always belonged to him.
“Yes. Please.”
I gasped. I rarely heard him beg, and never in this context. My own core was throbbing. I wanted to sit on him. I wanted to demand he give me my own pleasure.
But this wasn’t about me.
I needed to show him I understood that, that I wanted it to be like this during this time.
I kept moving, even with my jaw beginning to ache, even with my neck beginning to tug at the sensation of being hunched over for this amount of time. None of the pain I felt mattered. The only thing that mattered was Rumple, was bringing him to pleasure, was letting him know just how I felt about him in a way words never could.
“Alice,” he ground out, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Alice, I’m going to -“
But I didn’t stop.
I wasn’t totally inexperienced enough where I didn’t know what was about to happen. Anna talked to me about this before - some girls removed their mouths before climax because they thought it was gross while others took it in only to spit it out. A few girls, though, swallowed. And that was what the guy liked, whether they would admit it or not. It was like some sort of sexy thing that always astounded them when it happened.
I wanted to astound Rumple.
So, I kept going. Even as he sucked in breath, even as his eyes closed and his mouth opened, even as he started making noises I had never heard before, even as his entire body seized up.
I clung to him tightly. I wanted him to know that this was affecting me just as it was affecting him. That I needed to hold onto something too and it wasn’t just him. I could feel the strain in his body, the way he wanted to fuck my mouth hard with no regard for me and what I could actually handle. Part of me wished he would. Part of me wanted him to lose control.
But I appreciated his effort. I appreciated the fact that he still considered me and my inexperience. Maybe we would get to that soon.
Maybe.
And then, he let out a moan. He began to move, but not in a way that overwhelmed me or caused me to gag. Just enough where he felt like
he was doing something.
His come shot into my mouth, and I had to catch my breath to control it. I didn’t want to spit it up and I definitely didn’t want to choke on it. There was more than I expected, but I kept moving, I kept my pace, just as Rumple always did when I was the one enraptured by a climax.
When he finally finished, I swallowed his seed, trying to figure out if I liked the taste. It was thick with a sweet taste, a hint of salt in it. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant. I’d probably do it again, just to elicit that sort of response from him again.
“Jesus Christ,” he repeated, staring up at the ceiling.
I wanted to ask him if it was good just to hear the words, but clearly it was. I just wanted to hear it for selfish reasons.
“Fuck me,” he said. One hand rested on his abdomen as his breathing began to even out. “Where did you learn how to do that?” I opened my mouth but he cut me off. “No. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
I smiled. “So,” I said, trying to sound casual. “It was good then.”
Rumple pulled me up to him until he claimed my lips with his own. The kiss was intense, passionate, and Rumple slid his tongue in as though he wanted to taste the remnants of himself in my mouth.
“Darling,” he said when he knew I needed to breathe. “That was the most amazing gift you could have given me. I should reciprocate.”
“No.” I shook my head as Rumple tucked me underneath his chin, his arms looping around my waist. I brought a hand up to caress his chest. “I didn’t do it for anything in return. I did it...I wanted you to know that you deserve pleasure for the sake of pleasure, Rumple. Not everything is a deal.”
Rumple was silent for a long moment, fingers brushing through my hair softly. I closed my eyes, feeling myself relax into him.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured. He ghosted a kiss on the curve of my shoulder - in that place where it met my neck - and I shuddered. “You know what this means, don’t you? You’re mine now. For always.”
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