“Amelia, you are so beautiful.” The husk in his voice made me shiver and blush with embarrassment under his hot, desire-filled gaze.
His fingers hooked into the sides of my sodden underwear, tugging them down. I stepped out of them and thanked God I decided to wear lacy ones.
He lifted me up in an easy, swift motion. His hands sunk into my hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back pressed up hard against the wall, the tip of his erect penis nudged between my legs. I opened my legs wider for him.
We locked eyes once more. I loved staring into his, they were hungry, filled with an untamed, beast-like lust.
I moved my lips against his, his warm mouth was like coming home. My fingers raked through his hair, and down his shoulders. I arched my hips urging him into me.
He thrust inside, the full length exploded into me. Pleasure vibrated through my whole body.
He pumped hard and fast. I was held by the pressure of his body against the wall. It was wild, urgent sex; filling a primitive need that we’d both felt since the first day we touched in that darkened alley. And even though, as rudimentary—almost beast-like—as his lovemaking was, it was as if he knew the exact angle, the exact speed, the exact pressure to drive inside me to bring my body soaring to a point where I didn’t want him to stop.
I could feel an orgasm growing. Heat curled through my head, down through my groin.
As if he read my thoughts, or perhaps he felt my body grow taut, he stopped.
He carried me into the bedroom, laid me gently on the bed. His body hovered over mine.
“I want to see all of you,” he whispered into my ear, nudging my legs wide apart. He pulled back and his eyes raked over me with a feral hunger and sent a thrill shooting through me from the top of my stomach to the very core of me.
A sound rumbled in the back of his throat. I dropped my eyes and flushed. I was going to be wet, very wet, when he entered me again.
I wrapped my arms up around his neck and yanked his body down. “Don’t stop.” I was dismayed by the begging tone of my voice.
His lips pressed hard against mine as his fingers slid inside my wet folds. One finger, then two. My body flooded with a desire. His thumb found my sweet spot, circling slowly,agonisingly slowly, while his fingers slipped back and forth inside. My whole body arched and tensed. He played me like a musician fine-tuning an instrument, each strum brought me to a sweeter place. If he were to stop, I’d cry out in desperation, if he were to continue, I knew it wouldn’t be long and I’d cry out in ecstasy. The pressure increased, I wasn’t sure, perhaps he slid another finger inside, I moaned in response. Panting, I arched my head back and moaned. I was getting closer.
“Karson,” I breathed, “I want you inside me.”
He groaned. I loved that I could have that kind of power over him.
I wrapped my legs around his back, pulled his hips hard towards mine. I arched my hips up and took a quick groaning breath as the tip of his penis nudged against the slit of my vagina. His hips moved with a sudden hard thrust, he entered, filling me completely and utterly. He sawed back and forth along my walls. I clawed at his back, wanting more, wanting it harder.
“Harder,” I whispered, biting the lobe of his ear.
His lips, wet and hot, sought my neck. He made that beautiful groan again, with each thrust, my head flooded with the hot flush of erotic pleasure. Every muscle contracted. I felt like I could take no more. In one final earth-shattering moment I cried out his name as my body shuddered and quivered beneath his. He drove hard into me for three more thrusts. He groaned as he spilled his warm seed inside me.
We had passionate sex three times that night; the kind of sex I’d only ever read about. He brought my body easily, effortlessly, to a climax, time and time again. When we were finally done, he lay beside me, propped up on an elbow, staring at me. Blissfully happy, I smiled. I traced my fingers along his jaw and closed my eyes. I fell into a deep, satisfied, exhausted sleep, feeling the safety of his gentle gaze on my face.
Chapter 57
Painful Truths
When I woke the next morning dark still held the earth in its clutches. No nightlights were on, and yet I felt safe. Safe, in the dark, for the first time since I could remember.
He made me feel safe.
Karson was sound asleep beside me. I stared at him, listening to his slow, rhythmic breathing; much, much slower than a human’s, and more shallow. I had to really concentrate to see the rise and fall of his chest. My heart lurched in fondness. I could hardly believe I could feel this way again after Tom; and yet here I was, like an idiot. In love with a man I hardly knew.
It can only be sex,his wordsrangin my head.
I sighed. I needed to escape any morning after awkwardness. Maybe all he wanted was a one-night stand, and I’d be thrust firmly back into the friend zone today. Or worse, the enemy zone, given what I was.
I peeled the covers back in slow-motion, being careful not to wake him. I grabbed some clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, went to the toilet. My vagina stung from last nights abuse. the memories came back in fragments. The hood of his eyes. The deep rumble from his throat. His fingers featheringmy skin. I smiled as I threw on running gear and headed downstairs.
I needed a run this morning. I could be gone and back before he even woke. Not that I knew what time he got up, but we’d had a late night, so I assumed he’d sleep in. I grabbed a drink of water, pulled on my sneakers, opened the door slowly and quietly.
Frail morning light swept over the landscape. The sky was a flowery fire glow. The trees were still wrapped in the flailing darkness. But the dark forest never bothered me, at least not to the degree of the tomb-like darkness of inside.
