Page 96 of Dark Soul

Alexia held her breath as his hands finally—finally—moved up towards her breasts. She arched her back to give him better access.

“You’re wearing too much,” he said. “I want to see you.” He pulled off her jumper and undid her bra, letting it drop onto the floor.

His hands cupped her bare breasts, as if weighing each one, and she’d never known the underside of her breasts could be so sensitive, could feel this much. He kissed each nipple reverently before latching on to one breast and sucking hard.

Her pleasure soared.

A small, mewling sound escaped her.

She reached for his waist, pulling his T-shirt up and off, delighting in how his stomach and shoulder muscles tensed at her touch. Her fingers went quickly to his waist, undoing his belt and the first button of his jeans.

“Hey. Slow down, baby,” he said, his mouth so close to her ear she could feel the vibration of his voice.

She didn’t want to slow down. She had the feeling, if they stopped to think, they’d stop this. And she didn’t want to stop. Just hours earlier, she’d thought she’d never see him again. But she’d survived. They’d both survived, and she wanted to grab onto that feeling and celebrate.

“Not slowing down,” she said, pulling his pants and boxer shorts down. His cock sprang out, thick and hard for her already, and she felt a rush of power the likes of which she hadn’t ever felt before.

“You’re going to kill me,” he said, pushing her back onto the couch and getting on top of her. His hands made quick work of her cozy leggings and her panties. He inhaled sharply, and she knew he could smell her arousal.

He fished in the pocket of his jeans for an instant and found a condom, put it on roughly.

“How much do you want me, baby?” he asked, his hand caressing her cheek. She pulled his index finger into her mouth, sucking gently, as if it were a different part of his anatomy, delighting in the tremor that ran through him.

He pulled his finger out of her mouth. She realized what he meant to do with it an instant before he did so—his finger went right against her clit. She jumped at the intense pleasure.

Dark spread her legs with his knees until she was completely open to him. Her wetness pulled his thick finger inside her easily, and he began an easy rhythm inside her, her hips raising to meet each thrust. Every so often, his thumb would graze her clit, driving her crazy.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” she panted.

“Good. I want to get inside you just as you’re coming.”

His words pushed her over the edge, her inner muscles contracting around his finger. And then his finger was gone, replaced by his thick, hard cock, which slipped inside her, stretching her even as she came.

“God, you’re tight,” he growled.

He didn’t give her body any time to relax. His cock bottomed out inside her, large enough to take her breath away, and then he began a punishing rhythm. His hand slipped between them, so in between thrusts he was stimulating her clit, and it was the best of both worlds.

This time, she didn’t get to warn him before her orgasm exploded, bright colors filling her vision, her arms and legs shaking. Dark’s eyes narrowed into slits. He seemed to drink in her pleasure as he drove himself inside her, until he, too, exploded with a roar.

“I wish I could stay inside you until I got hard again,” Dark said in his low, deep voice before he left her.

“I don’t think I could come again,” she said, smiling into his cheek. “Too tingly.”

He kissed her gently, then, and the pleasure, now that they were both relaxed and limp in each other’s arms, was different.

“I like you,” she said, hoping he didn’t realize she’d been about to say a different word.

“I like you too, Alexia,” he replied. “I’m sorry … I’m sorry, there’s so much I can’t tell you.”

He’d stopped nuzzling her neck, and he looked so sad, suddenly, that she wanted to say something—anything—to bring the smile back to his face.

“I know you’re not the bad guys here, Dark,” she said. “I know it.”

Dark froze. His expression shuttered, and she realized it’d been exactly the wrong thing to say.

“I’m not a good man, Alexia.” He jumped out of bed and pulled on his jeans without even bothering with his boxer shorts.

She closed her legs, suddenly feeling incredibly naked.