There’s grief in my chest, yeah. Guilt, too. But underneath it all, hotter and much closer to the surface, is this consuming hunger that won’t quit. The tension in the room thickens, clinging to us, twisting everything up into something I can’t quite name. I should push her away. I should say something to break this moment.
But I stay exactly where I am, breathing her in like she’s the only barrier between me and the void waiting to pull me under.
Something inside me caves. And I hold her even tighter.
22
KATIE
The heat of him sinks straight into me—like my body’s been cold for days and he’s the only thing capable of thawing it—and my core contracts, my folds becoming slick.
He’s grieving.
He’s grieving.
He’s grieving.
Maybe if I repeat it enough, it will make my body stop overreacting. I keep my fingers moving through his hair in slow, steady strokes, trying to look calm, but there’s nothing I can do about my pounding heart. The damn thing’s practically broadcasting my arousal.
His ear is pressed right to my chest, so there’s no doubt he’s hearing everything. I swallow, trying to ignore the wetness spreading between my thighs, the painfully hard peaks of my nipples, and the tingles shooting up my spine from where his broad, roughened palm is rubbing circles at the base. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I’m putty in his hands.
My mind’s a mess—grief curling in my gut for Afrim’s unexpected death, yet my body is reacting like it’s starving for him. Shame coils in my belly, mixing with my lust.
He’s not trying to turn me on; he’s only trying to soothe himself.
He just lost his father, damn it.
What the hell is wrong with me?
His hands shift on my waist… then drop lower, grabbing a fistful of my ass and squeezing hard. I jolt, breath catching in my throat as even more wetness gushes out of me. A soft, needy moan escapes before I can stop it, and my hips jerk towards him involuntarily, completely betraying me. His grip on me tightens instantly.
“Do you want me?” he rasps, his lips brushing the curve of my breast as he speaks, his warm breath teasing my skin. His voice is low and hoarse, and it tugs right between my legs.
“You know I do,” I breathe, my voice trembling despite my best effort to steady it.
His tongue licks a slow line along the curve of my breast, the rough, wet heat against my skin sending a shiver all the way to my toes, almost buckling my knees. Then he turns his head and draws more of me into his mouth. I gasp, my back arching towards him as he bites down softly—just enough to make my nerve endings jump—before releasing me and trailing lower, his breath maddening as he moves closer to my stiff nipples.
When his mouth finally closes over my nipple, everything in me snaps tight. He rolls his tongue around it, then sucks slow and deep, pulling a raw groan straight out of my chest. My hands fist in his hair on instinct, tugging him closer because I need more—God, I need all of him.
One wide, hot palm splays across my lower back, holding me firmly in place as I writhe against him. He takes another hard pull that tugs directly on my clit, and my cunt clenches so sharply my head tips back, a low moan breaking free as I press my thighs together for just a little more pressure.
His hands shift again, guiding me down with gentle insistence until I sink into his lap, straddling him. Another soundslips from my throat as my fingers trail to the nape of his neck, drawn there by the thick, unyielding length of him pushing up against me through his clothes.
My whole body tightens when that blunt pressure rubs against me, and I bite my lip hard, stifling the groan building in my chest.
Without thinking, I clutch him tighter, using the hold to steady myself as I grind against his cock.I need him.I hate that I need him this badly, but it’s like every nerve ending I have is tuned to him right now, amplifying every sensation. He’s not even inside me yet and I already feel like one more push will send me over the edge.
Every little movement of my hips sends sparks shooting through me, and I rock forward and backwards, desperate to feel more, desperate to feel it all. Who knew dry humping could be this hot? It should be illegal!
His eyes darken as he watches me move over him, his chest rumbling with a groan.
Then he flips me—quick, fierce—laying me out on his bed, his gaze devouring me like I’m the only thing that can sate his hunger.
His mouth is on me before I can catch a breath. He kisses my quivering belly, tongues my navel, then drifts lower, skimming over my throbbing clit to the tender skin along the crease of my hips, my inner thighs. I moan in frustration, my legs parting for him and lifting towards him needily until finally,finally, his tongue slides through my folds in one slow, claiming stroke.
I cry out, the back of my head pressing into the mattress as I arch up into his hungry mouth, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Roan grips my hips and pulls me closer, and I have to fist the sheets just to keep myself steady as he sets into me.
There’s nothing gentle about it or him. Nothing restrained. He devours me like it’s the only thing keeping him fromdrowning in his grief, his tongue working me relentlessly, lips sealing around my clit, fingers digging into my ass to hold me in place while the rest of the world blurs out.
