Page 119 of The Dark Before Light

“More.”

Lifting my head, I glare at him. He offers me a grin. My resistance melts away, my head thudding back to the floor.

“I’d never felt sexual attraction before meeting you. My first orgasm was while thinking about you.”

His tongue spears me without warning, a single penetration that makes me wail. When he retreats, I exhale shakily and close my eyes.

“Another.”

“Every sexual partner I’ve had, I was initially attracted to because they reminded me of you at eighteen. But I didn’t realize it until recently.”

He dips two fingers inside me and pumps them lazily. My back bows, my eyes rolling up and closing in relief. It’s short-lived—he pulls them out seconds later, and I open my eyes to see him licking me off his fingers.

I don’t make him ask again.

“When I was fifteen, I made myself forget you. Consciously, at least. But when I saw you on that magazine cover, it all came roaring back. For weeks, I Googled you obsessively, learning everything I could about your life. I even drove by Lumitech a bunch of times, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.”

“My little stalker,” he whispers, rubbing his chin gently against the sensitive space above my clit. “I wish I’d seen you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” I say dryly. “To say we wouldn’t have been a good match back then is an understatement.”

Kieran chuckles, his hands fanning over my thighs, spreading warm prickles of sensation across my skin. He strokes my belly, my arms. Grazes fingertips over my breasts and flicks my nipples until I’m rocking against the cushion. I close my eyes and submit to the sensual torment. The ache inside me crosses the line from pleasure to pain, becoming a sharp, insistent throb. Denying my nature, I don’t fight it—him.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, squeezing my breasts before dragging his hands back down to my thighs. He spreads me open and blows onto my pussy. My raw moan echoes against the bare walls of the dojo.

“Where were we? Ah, that’s right. At twenty-three, you made yourself forget me again?”

“Yes,” I admit breathlessly. “It wasn’t easy, seeing as you decided to become a famous billionaire in my damn hometown.”

A puff of silent laughter hits me, then more kisses and soft licks—my inner thighs, my mound, every centimeter of my pussy except my clit.

Cupping my hot cheeks, I ramble, “I succeeded until two years ago. I was newly single, sexually confused, and wine-drunk. I found old pictures of you online from a vacation you took with your parents. You were coming out of the water on a beach.”

I feel his smile against me. “Tahiti.”

“You were so much bigger than any man I’d been with. More muscular. You were scowling. Angry and fierce and powerful. But I still saw the boy from the graveyard. My first fantasy.” I look down to find his eyes on me. Lowering my hands to his head, I push my fingers through soft, wet hair. “That was the first time I imagined being dominated by you.”

The tip of his tongue drags through me, making me shudder. “Finish it,” he whispers with a devious smirk, “if you can.”

His mouth finally covers my clit, subjecting the over-sensitized bud to deep, pulsing suction as he simultaneously shoves two fingers inside me. They curl and pump hard, dragging over my G-spot with devastating precision. The air fills with decadent sounds: my wetness and thready moans, his guttural grunts of approval and pleasure.

My legs begin to shake.

My voice, too.

“When Gail called me and said you needed help, I thought… thought I could repay you for—Oh God—what you did for me in the graveyard. B-but if I’m honest with myself, I think… I think deep down I wanted to see if—Ah! If you could be what—what I always dreamed you were.”

The rhythm of his hand never faltering, he lifts his head long enough to demand, “Tell me.”

“Mine! I dreamed you were mine!”

He bites around my clit, then lashes it with the tip of his tongue. My bones tingle. The roots of my hair vibrate. My awareness of the room—the whole world—narrows to a dense, shining point situated somewhere near the base of my spine. Then it detonates. My climax tears through me with concussive force, waves upon waves, reducing me to atoms in its wake.

Kieran rises above me, thrusts inside me, and the sudden pressure and fullness makes every sensation so much more. His hips slam into mine over and over, setting off an unending chain reaction. I sob and cling to his shoulders. Our lips fuse together in a sloppy, consuming kiss.

“Yours, Talia. Always.”

Just when I think I can’t possibly experience any greater pleasure, he groans and stills inside me. In the candlelight, his eyes are my personal starry sky, his features fierce and wolfish.

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