Page 53 of Dark Soul

Already?

She was nowhere near ready herself. But she was a big girl. And she’d already come once.

“It’s okay,” she said.

“Don’t. Move. A. Muscle.” His voice was a ragged groan. “Particularly not any of those muscles.”

She almost laughed, but held it in at the last instant, knowing that probably wouldn’t help him.

She raised her face to meet his lips. They kissed, and there was something altogether so intimate about kissing while being joined below, Alexia felt tears come to her eyes.

“Alexia?” he asked, his expression concerned. He looked like he was about to leave her, and she couldn’t stand the thought of that, so she gripped his biceps with all her strength.

“Stay. Please. It’s just so much … so much pleasure.”

And she knew she wasn’t going to win any poetry awards for that, but it was the best she could do.

“It is,” he said, nodding. His hips started making small circles, and his cock was touching her in ways she was sure she’d never been touched before, the pressure growing inside her, getting her closer and closer to that point of no return.

“I’m close, Luke. Don’t you dare stop now,” she begged.

His eyes seemed to darken at her use of his given name.

His thrusts grew deeper, and it was all pleasure now, as if her body were made for his and his body for her. “I want you to shout my name as you come,” he said.

And she did.

She cried out his name again and again, her inner muscles contracting around his cock so hard, she didn’t even feel the moment he finally came. But she saw it, the way his entire body tensed around her, then stilled, his face coming down to meet her shoulder as his entire body shook with the force of his release.

“I’m coming,” he said, and his voice was almost a sob.

And Alexia knew, somehow, without him having to say anything, that he needed to be held just as much as she did, so she wrapped her arms around his thick shoulders and pulled him close.

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Dark

He felt tears come to his eyes and blinked them angrily away.

Not because he believed grown men shouldn’t cry—he’d cried plenty of times himself and had seen men around him cry, too. Men cried just like anyone else.

But normal people didn’t cry after sex.

Not even the first time they have sex in almost five years?

He couldn’t say that to Alexia, because then he’d have to explain the reason behind his long celibacy.

I spent the last four years in prison for murder.

I would still be in prison, except I’ve been recruited by a shadow organization to take down people like your boss.

There was no good way to say it.

“That was incredible,” Alexia said into his chest, her voice husky. He remembered how she’d cried out his name as she came. He didn’t think any woman had ever done that before—he’d certainly never asked them to. But with Alexia, it’d felt so right …

“It was. You’re pretty incredible,” he said.

“Is it okay if I take a short nap? I don’t have to be back until ten p.m.”