Page 141 of Breathe Like Hell

Her thighs were trembling on either side of my head, and I didn’t let up on her clit. I gave her every ounce of stimulation she’d been begging for. My tongue and my lips, sucking on her, kissing, licking, swirling. Dakota tilted her head back, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her pulse wild.

She was shaking as she finally came on my face, grinding against my mouth, whimpering, harsh breaths punching out of her chest.

I flipped her on her stomach, unable to wait another second before I took my own clothes off and slathered a generous amount of lube on my hard cock.

“Ready?”

“I think so,” Dakota answered, her voice muffled in the pillow as I put her ass in the air, grabbing her hips. I took away her sight, just in case she got nervous and tried looking back here, then began to press into her, slowly. She tensed up right away.

“Relax for me, baby girl.”

She winced and panted as I stretched her around the head of my cock. Every inch was fought for, and she was a tighter fit than anything. It took all my restraint to go slowly.

“Micah,” she whined.

“You can take it,” I murmured as I pressed deeper.

I’d been the first person to do this to her, and also the first one to do it to Mason. They’d both been undone in the same way by my hands. Something about that gave me a very deep sense of perverted satisfaction.

Sure, Mason’s first time wasn’t quite as gentle or slow as this, but he could handle that.

I swallowed hard as those memories started to flood my brain, my pulse speeding up.

Bent over the table, panting and sweating and groaning. Gripping my cock like a fucking vise…

And now Dakota had her face pressed into the same pillow where his face had been after he killed Aamon. They were blurring in my mind, making me confuse my want for her into something for him. But I didn’t feel shit for him. He made me into a worse person. He’d fucked me up and he didn’t even know it.

I needed to stop thinking about him, but I couldn’t.

He was etched into all my bones.

Ash. Ash. Ash.

Engraved on my skull, stitched into my veins, carved into my heart, threaded through my soul. Every inch of me.

Not anymore.

Never again.

I focused back on Dakota, on the way her slim waist flared into her hips. The smooth skin of her back, unmarred by the two massive scars Mason and I shared, along with every other angel. She was such a snug fit on my dick, and I was almost entirely buried in her ass now, sweat already gliding down the column of my spine.

“You’re doing so well,” I praised, pulling out a bit so I could push back in deeper.

“Micah,” she said again, her voice strangled and breathy. “I⁠—”

“Shhhhh,” I soothed, sliding my palm along the curve of her backside. “Just listen to me, feel me.”

“Okay. I’ll try.” Her body softened slightly, her face pressing to the pillow and her hands unclenching. Her eyes opened and shut, but she couldn’t see anything either way. An invisible blindfold.

“It doesn’t hurt too bad, does it?”

“Not too bad.”

“That’s good. That’s so good,” I groaned, feeling the squeeze of her around my throbbing erection.

My restraint waned with each pump of my hips, and it took conscious effort not to pound her as hard as I fucking wanted to. I kept my pace steady, pushing deep, grabbing her hips to pull her back against me as she moaned. My thighs smacked against the back of hers, my balls slapping her pussy, pleasure stabbing up my spine. It was too good. She was too good. She was everything I’d ever want and more.

I thrust in deep as I came, pulse after pulse of cum shooting out of me, filling her ass, then I collapsed on the bed, holding her against me. We were both sweaty, breathing hard. I gave her back her sight, stroking the side of her face mindlessly while I came down from my high.