Page 90 of The Dark Before Light

“You’re going to pay for this,” I growl into his grinning face.

“I look forward to it,” he murmurs. “For now, though, you’re going to shut your beautiful mouth and take my cock like a good girl.”

He fills me slowly, a devilish smirk on his lips, his eyes absorbing each minute shift in my expression. By the time our hips are flush, I’m shaking and panting. He groans, eyes closing briefly.

“It’s like coming home,” he whispers, then his mouth seizes mine as he slowly withdraws and pushes back in at the same, excruciating pace.

I buck against him. “I thought you wanted to fuck me like an animal,” I mumble into his mouth.

His lips curve against mine as he withdraws and fills me again, each inch taking a thousand years.

I whimper. “You’re killing me.”

Now he’s almost laughing. “‘Desire to us/ Was like a double death,/ Swift dying/ Of our mingled breath.’”

“Langston Hughes? Really?” I cry.

He does laugh, then, but stops when I shove my knees into his chest, freeing my arms, then grip his face in my hands. “Fill me with your cum and push it back inside me when it leaks out.”

Every muscle in his body tightens, predatory light sparking in his eyes. A shiver rolls down my spine—pricking elation, anticipation sweetened by a sprinkle of fear. With a guttural growl, he breaks, driving into me fast and hard. My eyes roll back in my head.

“Like this, Talia?”

My answer is a desperate moan. I’ve never been so full, so consumed that I can’t feel where I end and he begins.

“You take me so perfectly, sweetheart. Grip me so tight. God, do you hear that? How wet you are for me? This cunt was made for me—you know that, don’t you? That you’re meant to be fucked by me and only me?”

Lost in the sensual assault of his body and words, I barely notice my wrists being pinned over my head again or his other seizing the back of my neck. His thumb hooks into my mouth, pressing my jaw open for his tongue to invade. My tender nipples drag against his chest with every thrust, his pelvis slamming into my clit over and over again. Daunting sensation builds, a sparkling, spiraling torrent.

“Yes, yes,” I moan. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t, even when I almost bite off his tongue as I come, screaming and shaking beneath him. As the last contractions fade, he makes a small, rough noise. His hips lose their steady rhythm.

I lick into his mouth, nip at his lips. “Give me every drop. Don’t close your eyes. Let me see you fall apart.”

His features sharpen, eyes blazing. “Tá mé i ngrá leat, Talia,” he whispers.

I don’t know what it means, but I feel it like a shot of heat to my chest. He drives into me one more time, his cock unyielding steel. When I feel the first heady pulse of him inside me, a second climax hits me like a freak lightning strike.

“God, oh God,” I sob, bucking against him.

His arms scoop beneath me, clutching me tight as we ride out our twinned pleasure. I gasp for air against the slick heat of his neck, his equally harsh breaths in my ear. Our hearts pound at the barriers of flesh and bone separating them.

“If that’s death,” he says thickly, “I’ll die every day for you.”

I stroke his sweat-damp hair, his shoulders and waist, the still-twitching muscles along his spine. “Kieran,” I whisper, my voice cracking with everything I can’t say or don’t have words for. My fears. My dreams.

All of them… him.

He presses soft kisses to my eyelids, my cheeks, and finally my mouth before he looks into my eyes. And as though he heard every word my soul wrapped around his name, he says, “I know. It feels like too much and never enough, doesn’t it?”

I swallow hard and nod.

He smiles a little and drags his nose along mine. “I think it’s supposed to.”

Before I can process that, he pulls out of me and shifts down, spreading my legs open. “So pretty and swollen from me, more red than pink.” He strokes me gently, gaze avid as he parts my folds. I gasp and shiver.

“Squeeze for me, sweetheart.”

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