Page 77 of Locke 2

By this point, my eyelids were growing heavy, and I was having a hard time focusing. I fought so hard to stop it, but I began to drift off.

When I opened my eyes again, it was because I was floating. Arms wrapped around me, cradling me, my face pressed into a hard chest. Locke’s scent made my blood roar.

I let out a soft groan. “Locke…”

“Sleep, Kali,” Locke murmured gently as he carried me up the steps. I felt his heart beating against my ear, lulling me back to sleep, but I fought this time to hang on. Within moments, he brought me down to a familiar large bed. Slowly, he began to detach from me, pulling away—

I gripped his shirt. He’d removed the suit jacket earlier in the night and rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt. I felt the buttons as I clenched his shirt, pulling him to me. I kept my eyes shut, still in that floating space between sleep and wakefulness.

“Don’t leave,” I whispered, needily.

“I never left,” he replied solemnly, his words layered with deeper meanings. I felt his hand in my hair, his fingers twirling a strand.

I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. The hallway was lit, but the door was nearly closed. Enough light filtered through to chase away the shadows from his face. His expression was warmas he gazed at me. My heart quickened when our eyes locked, and a heavy feeling settled between us. I couldn’t resist running my fingers along his plump red lips, hoping to smooth away the lines and brush away the folds between his brows. His muscles relaxed beneath my touch as his eyes drank me in, the warmth growing into palpable longing as he closed his eyes for a long moment.

“Good night kiss?” I whispered.

He opened his eyes and the pure desire in them floored me. I gripped his shoulders tightly, anticipating buzzing beneath my skin.

“I’ll kiss you if you say my name,” he whispered.

I obliged. “Locke.”

“No, little lion.”

I swallowed, catching the meaning in his fierce gaze, and uttered softly, “Max.”

That soft smile returned. “Kali.”

The familiar worship in his tone as he spoke my name like a prayer. If he felt what I felt every time he spoke my name, I’d say his anytime he wanted.

Then he dropped his head, and he kissed me. Soft lips brushed over mine. It was tender and slow. A kiss that didn’t promise a brutal fuck I’d need to recover from physically. This was the kind of kiss I’d have to recover from emotionally.

I felt it everywhere.

The happy parts and the sad. The patched holes and neglected corners. The sad alleyways I never ventured down.The centre of me—my very essence—poked deliciously in response. It called for me. It asked me to accept his touch and embrace who I was. That girl I was running away from wrapped herself around this man, wanting him to revive her. To never let go.

Being touched by Locke was like riding a roller coaster. It was an out of body experience. A rush that made me weak in body and spirit. I parted my lips, and he greedily searched my mouth, his tongue sensually moving along mine. He sucked it and bit it, and then he pulled away before dropping back down to kiss me all over again.

I felt his hard length press against my centre. I moaned, bucking my hips. We rocked against each other, like gentle waves against the rocks. In that very moment, he was all I tasted, all I touched, all I scented and all I felt.

Max was in all my senses.

Then he pulled away, and just when I began to protest him moving away, I felt him move down my body. My heart spiked with anticipation. He slid my pants off slowly, savouring every inch of my being to him.

“I have more lips to kiss,” he growled.

I barely smiled when he kissed my pussy, sucking at it with feverish need. I bucked my hips, the pleasure exploding out of me. He sucked and tasted, nipping at my folds, eating me out like it was the only thing he ever wanted to taste.

“I love this pussy,” he groaned. “I love eating it, Kali. You ever going to stop me?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He gripped my hips hard, ordering me roughly, “Come against my mouth. I want to taste you, drink your sweet release, every fucking thing about you, I want it. I fucking want it, little prey.”

I dug my fingers into his hair and practically rode his face, using him to come. The pleasure washed over me, leaving me trembling. My teeth were chattering as I came down from my high. Locke moved back up my body, kissing me suddenly, forcing his tongue against mine so that I could taste my pleasure. I moaned into his mouth.

“I want you to come on my dick next time,” he said. “Then I want to come deep inside you. Would you like that?”

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