Chapter 210: Intoxicated

*Runze’s POV*

I stare at him.

My face burns so badly I can’t even answer, my mouth opening and closing without a single sound coming out.

Bael smiles again—a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that turns my blood to liquid fire. He doesn’t give me time to pull away or hide my face. Instead, he leans down, his mouth catching the heated shell of my ear, nipping gently at the sensitive lobe before dragging his warm, wet tongue along the rim.

"Uhhn..." A soft gasp escapes me at the sudden sensation.

"So red," Bael rumbles into my ear, his hand sliding down to the waistband of my sleep pants.

His fingers hook into the fabric and pull, slowly peeling the damp pants down my thighs, past my knees, until he tosses them off the edge of the mattress entirely. The cool morning air hits my bare legs, making my skin goosebump instantly, but the chill vanishes the second Bael’s bare body hovers over mine again.

He hooks his hands under my knees and gently pushes my legs apart.

My breath catches. I instinctively try to press my thighs together, suddenly self-conscious about how completely bare and vulnerable I am beneath his gaze, but Bael gently grips my ankles, holding my legs open.

His eyes drop to the wetness shining between my thighs. His jaw clenches so hard a tiny muscle twitches beneath his skin.

"Look at you," Bael breathes, his voice entirely ruined. "You’re soaking."

"Bael..." I turn my face into the pillow, my cheeks burning. "Don’t look..."

"I’m going to look at all of you," he murmurs.

He shifts upward, his hands trailing up my calves, my knees, my inner thighs, leaving a trail of searing heat everywhere he touches. He stops at my chest, his fingers hooking under the hem of my open sleep shirt. Carefully, without rushing, he slides it off my shoulders and casts it aside.

Now there is nothing between us.

Bael rests his palms on the mattress on either side of my head, staring down at me like a dying man who has just been handed water. His eyes travel down my throat, over my bare chest, down to the rounded curve of my bump, and lower still.

He lowers his weight, supported entirely by his forearms, keeping every ounce of his body off my stomach.

Then he bends his head and presses a soft, lingering kiss right over the center of my bump.

The contrast between the extreme heat of his lips and the cool air makes me gasp. He doesn’t just kiss it once—he presses his mouth there again and again, trailing his lips over the stretched, smooth skin, breathing his scent directly into my flesh.

"I missed you," he whispers against my stomach, his warm breath fanning across my skin. "Both of you. So much."

A lump forms in my throat. I reach down, my fingers digging into his dark hair, holding his head close.

"Bael..."

He moves up, but instead of kissing my mouth, his face buries into the crook of my neck. He licks the sensitive skin right over my pulse point, taking long, deep breaths of my scent before his mouth drags down to my chest.

My body arches off the mattress the second his warm, wet tongue circles my right nipple.

"Ahn!" A sharp sound breaks from my lips.

It’s been sore for days, swollen and hypersensitive, aching for a relief that my own hands couldn’t give it. Bael sucks it gently into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hard peak while his thumb and index finger find the other one, rolling and pinching it softly.

The sensation is so intense it borderlines on pain, but it’s the exact kind of pain I’ve been craving.

"Ah... Bael... *please*," I gasp, my hands twisting into the sheets on either side of my head. My toes curl as a fresh wave of wetness leaks out of me. "Suck it... harder..."

He obeys instantly. He draws it deeper into his mouth, applying a firm, rhythmic suction that makes my hips jerk up off the bed. My hands leave the sheets and grab his bare shoulders, my nails digging into his firm muscles.

He switches sides, devouring my other nipple with the same desperate hunger, licking and biting gently until I am crying out his name into the quiet room, completely mindless with desire.

When he finally pulls his mouth away, both of my nipples are wet, dark red, and throbbing.

Bael shifts down the bed. He kneels between my parted legs, his eyes dark, blown out, and completely devoid of any light grey. He looks feral, yet every movement he makes around my body remains agonizingly deliberate and careful.

He reaches down and grabs his own sleep pants, pushing them down his long, muscular legs until he kicks them away.

His length springs free, thick and rock-hard, twitching upward between us with a bead of slick shining at the tip. The sheer size of him makes my throat go dry, a familiar mix of intimidation and intense longing pooling in my gut.

I reach out, my fingers trembling as I wrap my hand around his thick shaft.

Bael lets out a low growl at the touch, his eyes slamming shut.

"Runze..."

I stroke him slowly, moving my hand up and down, feeling the throb of his pulse beneath my palm. He’s so hard his skin feels like hot iron. I rub my thumb over his tip, catching the bead of pre-cum resting there, and smear it over his head.

"You’re so hard..." I whisper, my voice thick and needy.

Bael opens his eyes, his breathing heavy and ragged. He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away before I can stroke him again.

"If you keep doing that, I’m going to finish before I even get inside you."

He gently places my hand back down on the bed, then leans forward, bringing his face right between my thighs.

My eyes widen. "Bael, wait—"

Before I can protest, he buries his face directly into my heat.

"Nngh—!" My head flies back against the pillow.

His tongue drags in one long stroke from the lower rim of my entrance all the way up to my sensitive opening.

The sensation is so sharp, so overwhelming, that my hips lift off the bed completely.

He grips my thighs, holding me firmly in place, and licks me again. And again. He laps at the wetness leaking out of me, drinking me in as if he’s starving.

"B-Bael... ah! It’s too much..." I sob, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to push him away, but instinctively pulling him closer instead.

He ignores my feeble protests. He uses his thumbs to spread my cheeks apart, pressing his mouth directly over my slick entrance. His tongue darts inside, swirling around the tight, hot ring before pulling back to lap up the warm wetness pooling against my skin.

The sound of his wet, frantic licking fills the quiet room, echoing off the walls. I squirm beneath him, completely helpless, my voice cracking as moan after moan tears from my throat.

"Bael! Please... no more... I’m going to—"

He doesn’t stop. He buries his face deeper, his tongue working in deep, rhythmic thrusts right into my opening while his hand reaches up to wrap around my throbbing shaft, flicking his thumb over my sensitive tip until my entire body goes rigid.

A sudden, violent wave of pleasure crashes over me. My thighs shake uncontrollably against his shoulders, a high, strained cry escaping my throat as my inner walls spasm around his tongue.

My cock twitches hard in his grip, and with a sudden, helpless burst, I come right across his fingers and chest, my body spilling slick out over his mouth and chin as I drown in the climax.

Bael drinks every drop. He stays down there, licking me clean with slow, thorough strokes until the violent trembling in my legs finally subsides into a soft, exhausted tremor.

When he finally lifts his head, his lips are wet and shining in the dim morning light. He looks up at me through his dark lashes, slowly dragging his thumb across his lower lip to catch a stray slick before bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean.

A dark, dangerous look glints in his eyes.

"So sweet," he rumbles, his voice deep enough to vibrate through the mattress.

My heart hammers wildly against my ribs, the thud echoing in my ears as his dark gaze holds me pinned to the bed.

He crawls back up my body, positioning himself over me. I reach up, taking his face in my hands, and pull him down into a hard, messy kiss. I taste myself on his tongue—sweet, rich—and the sheer filthiness of it sends another spike of heat directly to my belly.

Bael breaks the kiss, gasping for air. He looks down at my face, then at my stomach, his brows knotting slightly in concern.

"...I don’t want to put any pressure on you," he says, his voice thick with restraint. "Turn over for me, baby. Get on your hands and knees."

Hearing him call me ’baby’ again with that soft voice, makes a sudden, sweet ache blossom behind my ribs.

I nod urgently, not wanting to wait another second.

Slowly, carefully, I push myself up onto my hands and knees, keeping my weight entirely off my stomach. I arch my back slightly, sinking my chest toward the mattress while keeping my hips lifted in the air.

The pose opens me up completely. Without the fabric of my clothes, I can feel the cool air brushing against my exposed, wet center, making me shiver in anticipation.

Bael moves up behind me. I feel the solid warmth of his body hovering over my back. He doesn’t rush. His hands rest on my hips.

His thumb caresses my skin reassuringly.

"You comfortable?"

"Yes..." I bite my lower lip, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Please, Bael..."

He lines the thick, blunt tip of his cock against my wet entrance. He doesn’t push in right away... he just nudges against me, dragging his head up and down my ass, coating himself in my slickness.

The sheer feeling of his hot length pressing against me makes my knees go weak. I tremble, my body practically begging for the insertion. Unable to take the torture, I thrust my hips backward, trying to force him inside me.

"Please..." I whimper softly, burying my face into the pillow. "Just put it in..."