Chapter 93

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A/N:  This chapter is most definitely NSFW.



"Oh, yes. I do like that on you, Petal. But.." The sound of fabric stretching beyond its limit, wrenching, and tearing apart hits my ears as I register him ripping my chemise straight down the middle. "Yes, I definitely like this even more."

My shocked gasp is still exhaling from my body as he closes in on me. I fumble over my footsteps as I continually retreat backward. I'm not scared exactly, but I am definitely apprehensive about this exceptionally aggressive side that he is displaying. My heart is beating so wildly I don't know if the way it is pulsing in my chest is what might be unsettlingly me, or if that is simply a result of his closeness and dominance. Once the back of my thighs hit the mattress I can't help but to let gravity take over so I fall onto the edge of it.

"Middle of the bed, Petal. While I am completely and utterly okay with taking you right here. The headboard won't knock against the wall in this position, or if it does it won't be in the fierce repetitious strident way that I want it to."

Despite the immediate blush that glows on my face I find myself not even hesitating with his request. I quickly scramble my body to the spot he demanded. It's only then that I realize what little he is wearing. None of my soulmates tend to walk around without a shirt, other than while swimming in the pool, but Hobi simply didn't bother with one this time around. I can't help but trace my gaze all over each and every inch of honey kissed skin unveiled before me. I don't even realize I am licking my lips until I feel the trail of moisture left behind because of the action.

Then I realize that the visual of my action has darkened Hobi's eyes even further. Like the action was apparently some kind of siren's call because without hesitation he leans down and fastens his lips to my own. I make some immediate noise of surprise in the back of my throat at the frenzied acceleration of the kiss. Especially when I feel him pushing my legs apart and the sound of fabric ripping apart hits my ears once again. A cool breeze appearing from somewhere in the room staggers over the apex of my thighs; letting me know that I am now completely bare before him. I whimper and he shifts his lips away; breaking from the ravenous kiss we had been sharing.

He pulls back and looks down at me. If I didn't know better I would think he was looking down and gazing at my nudity for the first time. He pulls my attention to his face and licks own lips. I flicker my eyes over the action and can empathize with how my own parallel action heightened his already aroused state since I felt the need tighten my core further than it already was. I pull him back to me, showing with my own lips that I am just as ravenous for him as he is for me.

He pulls away and looks down my body once again. He slides the silk pajama bottoms down his hips enough to pull out his cock from it's trapped garments. I watch his hand as he pumps himself a time or two before he pushes himself away from my body; needing the space so he can get rid of the garments that are completely restricting him. Then he is pulling away the red scraps of fabric from where they still remain partially draping over my body.

Now with the unrestricted view of each other's bodies we both trail our eyes over the landscape we uncovered. "I swear, Petal, every time I look at you it's like the first time." He softly exclaims lovingly before his eyes go dark and predatory once again. This statement gives credibility to my similar previous thoughts. I want to pull him towards me, but when I make a move to reach out to him again he scrambles away shaking his head before he winks at me. "Do you remember what I told you? How I wanted to take you?"

I nod at him.

"Tell me, Petal. What did I say? I want to hear the words repeated on your lips." He compels me to utter the words that seem to be permanently stamped in my memory.

I blush and try to avert my eyes from his gaze before he grasps my chin in his hand and turns me to look at him again. I clear my throat since I suddenly feel like my words might stay lodged there. I force it all out at once, too nervous that if I stop mid sentence I may not continue. I tell myself that he must be wanting to push my boundaries; constantly testing me on what I can be comfortable with. "You don't want me to be able to walk straight when you are done with me. You want to dislodge the fitted sheets from the bed due to the forceful way you want to take me. You want an unrestrained soundtrack of the sound I will make as you thrust hard repetitively in me over and over again."

"You remembered it well. But you did forget one key point I made. The reason I want to be able to hear you. I want there to be no doubt of what we are doing in this room. I want the others to be able to hear your keening cries and the repetitious sounds of the headboard hitting the wall over and over again. Once they know for certain what we are doing imagine what they will do. Fisting themselves in their own hands, imagining it's themselves taking you so fiercely."

Suddenly I feel like the heat has been turned up in the room. I can feel how the blood has rushed to my cheeks as I visualize exactly what he is saying. Each of my soulmates potential actions playing in a visual montage in my mind.

"Oh. You like the idea of that. You like the idea of them bringing themselves to completion while thinking of you. Well, Petal, I can tell you with 100% certainty that I myself have done it on more than one occasion since you walked into our lives." He openly admits to me.

I don't admit to how I feel about the visual he handed to me. I don't admit to how empowering it feels to know that they would probably react that way to such an image planted into their minds. Hobi brings me back to the present with his questing touch.

His hands trail all over my body. Taking a quick tour over all the scenic spots that make me quiver with needy desire. I don't know if he simply knows my body that well already, or if it is simply a matter of experience. Truth be told though I could care less if it's the latter. If his past is partially what made him so intuitive about where to touch me with very little effort then I am definitely more thankful than unhappy about it.

He places my right leg over his left forearm again. The fingers of his right hand taking a direct path to my core. He gives me a wicked look before he strokes a single long digit inside me; pumping it back and forth and turning me into a quivering mess. "Unlike last time, Petal, I am not going to let you cum before I'm inside you. This time I want to see just how many times I can make you cum with how hard and fast I take you."

He pulls my other leg over his hip as he positions himself and surges inside of me. I can't help but cry out as his length fully invades me on the first carnal thrust. "That's it Petal. Keep those sounds up. I want to hear them."

Within the first few rapid hard thrusts of his hips I realize just how serious he was about the promise he made to me. About how he imagined taking me in this almost feral way. I make a whimper-like moan sound the first time I feel how the bed rocks against the wall.

"Let's see if we can make those sounds come out of your throat even louder, Petal." I'm already too far gone. I can't seem to make sense of what he might mean at first until I feel his fingers between us stroking at my clit. The pads of his skillful fingers rubbing over that bundle of nerves again and again in time with each hard thrust. I mindlessly relinquish control over my vocal chords as my first orgasm rushes through me. He groans as my walls instinctively tighten around him. "Oh, fuck. Yes, that was fucking beautiful, Petal. And I love how loud you can be with such intense gratification."

I whimper with each pounding thrust after. I don't know if I haven't yet completely come down from my initial crest or if I am already amped for a second orgasm in a matter of moments. I get my answer only seconds later when I crash through another orgasm. I can't help the loud sound of satisfaction I make when I tumble over that peak. "Oh yes, Petal. Fucking gorgeous." He groans out.

I watch the tension in his face. His teeth biting into his lower lip. I somehow instinctively know that he is forcing his own orgasm back. I focus on my muscles and tighten myself around him with each deep thrust. "Shit. Petal. Fuck." Then I reach out my hands out to him and trace my fingers over his back. Tracing a pathway down until I reach my destination. Our bodies lock even tighter together when I stroke over his soulmate mark. My core coils with need once again leaving me to almost regret my action. It's in the next moment that I am thankful that I reached out like I did.

His male groan of completion is like music to my ears. He stills inside me for a moment, and reaches between us once again. I'm so thankful for his touch again that I can't help the sigh of relief that pours out of my month. I whimper, involuntarily tighten around him once again, and cry out as a third orgasm nearly catches me by surprise.

He helps me get in a more comfortable position, still staying inside of me for a few moments. "Hobi, you should probably get up."

"Just for a few more moments." He says softly in my ear. I giggle, which involuntarily tightens my muscles. "Oof. Petal." He warns.

"What? I can't help it when you make me laugh."

After a few more moments he gets up to use the restroom. When he comes back there is this cocky grin of satisfaction on his face. He nods to the sheets. "See? I said we would get the sheet to spring up off the bed." I shake my head at him. Not denying his sentence just mentally chuckling at his chipperness brought on by this macho sense of accomplishment. He helps me clean up and rearrange the bed before finding something more comfortable for me to sleep in.

I snort at the tattered old sweats and crop top. Definitely not something I would normally pair together. I hold them up before putting them on. "Why these?"

"The crop top because I want to be able to touch your bare stomach as we fall asleep. The old sweats because you mentioned your cycle is around the corner. I figured you would want something you wouldn't worry about having to throw away." Hobi nonchalantly explains.

I don't often have accidents with how light my period usually starts, but I can't help but be thankful that he is thinking of me like that. But he did still forget something. "Um, I still need a pair of panties, Hobi."

It strikes me funny that in that moment he blushes before turning around to focus on that very task. I can't control the giggles that come out of me as he frantically finds me a suitable undergarment.

Immediately after I am properly dressed and the bed is made up again I go to get in bed only for Hobi to stop me. "I want you to walk from your bedroom door to the bathroom door and back here for me. Please Petal."

I groan but acquiesce to his request. "Am I sufficiently walking funny enough for you?"

He laughs for a moment, before regaining composure. "It will do."

After we have been in bed together cuddling for some time a thought occurs to me. I smirk up at him as I briefly think over what to say. "You know, I should be mad at you."

"What? Why?"

"Hobi, you tore up the lingerie I had brought with me. The lingerie I had literally brought with me while thinking of you." I try to guilt trip a little bit. Just because I like messing with him and seeing him squirm.

"Oh, I can replace it for you! I can buy you a slew of different ones of varying lengths and colors!"

I laugh and put him out of his misery. "No worries, Hobi. I actually had yours longer than the others. Yours was that just-in-case piece of lingerie I bought sometime around a past Valentine's Day. I honestly don't mind that you ripped it apart at all."

He pushes me down to my back and glares at me. "This means war!" He utters before he leans down and presses his lips to my bare stomach. At first I think he might have been faking out the threat until he starts applying raspberries, or what I prefer to call zerberts, to my stomach. The room immediately fills with my unrestrained laughter as he administers his punishment.

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