Page 100 of Never Will I Ever

I don’t know how it happened, and I don’t know why. All Iknow is that it did, and there was nothing I could’ve done to stop it. No way I could have shoved this down and made myself want him any less.

“Then don’t stop,” I pant out instead.

Then I kiss him with every ounce of passion and love coursing through my veins.

Because that’s what this is, right? This pulse-racing, stomach-fluttering feeling I get when I’m near him? The way I can’t stop smiling every time I catch him looking at me?

How he peers inside me, sees all the fucking damage and destruction that’s created me, and doesn’t look away?

What else is that, if not love?

And it fucking terrifies me.

Linking my fingers through the dark strands of his hair, I kiss him deeper still, letting my tongue flick and roll against his while I move over him in sharp, quick thrusts.

Like it’s enough to erase the past, the mistakes, the pain.

Like it’s the beginning of something new.

Like it can make him love me back.

He licks and nips at my mouth while I ride him, picking up speed and stroking me in quick, rapid succession. It feels like heaven and hell all at once while we drive each other mad with want, pushing each other closer to ecstasy, just not fast enough.

“Kaleb,” I whisper, his name a plea falling from my lips.

For what, I don’t know. I doubt he does either, but he takes action anyway, releasing my cock in favor of my hips for more control.

More speed.

More fucking everything.

“Stroke yourself, baby,” he rasps, his lust-darkened gaze boring into mine. “Get there. Mark me. Come all over my chest.”

His hips drive up into me, drawing low moans from my chest that he swallows down before they can ever leave my lips. Myhand moves faster over my length, trying to keep up with his rapidly increasing rhythm that soon isn’t a rhythm at all.

It’s relentless and brutal and addictive in all the best ways.

I can feel my orgasm building higher, reaching a tipping point I’m desperate to fall over. All I need is one little push, and I’m there.

As if reading my mind, Kaleb pistons his hips faster, the pace becoming unreal. Like he’s hell-bent on breaking me into a thousand tiny pieces every time he thrusts into my body. Like the only thing on his mind is me—

“Come for me, Aves,” he commands, voice taut with tension. “Squeeze my cock until I follow you over the edge.”

As if his words have a direct line to my dick, I shatter on demand, consumed by a wave of ecstasy unlike ever before. Stars form behind my eyes as he drives his hips up into me, his crown swiping over my prostate with every thrust while my thumb rubs the sensitive nerve under my tip. I don’t let up as my cum coats his chest, not stopping until I’m a boneless heap on top of him.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls in my ear as his hands grip my waist harder.

He’s lost all sense of control now, snapping his hips upward with absolutely no finesse. Sinking in deep, burying himself there while my ass clamps around him until he finally loses himself right behind me. I feel his cum filling me as his orgasm takes hold, claiming me from the inside out.

Marking me as his—which is the one thing I’m desperate to be.

He slows his movements before coming to a stop, his head rolling back as he stares up at me with an unreadable expression, chest heaving with effort. I let out a long, shaky breath and try to regain some control over my breathing as well, at a loss for words while we come down from our high.

He doesn’t say anything either, instead sifting his fingers through my hair and dragging my lips to his in a kiss aspassionate as it is tender.

One filled with emotion and desire.

Promises in the form of unspoken truths.

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