Page 16 of Whispers of Fate

His lips fused against mine, stealing a soft exclamation from my throat. I waited against the silken kiss, but for what, I didn’t know. He sucked my bottom lip between his, smiling as I allowed a sigh of pleasure.

Powerful arms wrapped around my back, forcing my body flush against his hardened muscles. The hand on the nape of my neck slid down the length of my spine. His fingers slowly wandered until they lingered over the twin dimples above my rear. My arms wrapped around his neck, holding his mouth against mine. Thrusting my fingers through his raven silk locks, I moaned, rocking against him, seeking to assuage the pulse in my clit.

I inhaled his essence, drinking it in deeply as the soft bergamot scent fought against the masculine undertones that I couldn’t get deep enough into my lungs. His tongue invaded my mouth like he was waging a battle and I was his opponent. The kiss wasn’t gentle or savage. It sat somewhere between and sparked a desperation that clawed me from within as he held me prisoner, devouring me. I sensed the blanket drop, but I was too lost in his kiss to care. In no place within my mind did I wish to move from the scorching expedition he was taking me on.

His lips against mine awakened something within me. Crimson, fiery lust was shooting through me, pooling between my thighs. He tasted of citrus and something richer. A hint of whiskey spiked with lust maybe. His tongue drove against mine as I allowed him to dominate my senses.

The palm on my back shifted, slipping around to grab my breast, squeezing it until I cried out against his lips. His thumb caressed the pebbled crest teasingly, and sent exquisite pleasure sweeping through me. My apex grew wet, forcing a blush to heat my cheeks with the awkwardness it created.

The pace of my heart stalled, and suddenly hastened until it assaulted my ribs but failed to break free. He didn’t stop until he was dragging needy moans from my throat. After he got what he wanted, his hand dropped, fingers danced over my belly, causing the butterflies within them to freak out and fight to escape.

He ripped his mouth away, forcing a short breathless murmur of protest to dim the sensation his kiss had created. My tongue drifted over the swollen, heated lips he’d relinquished. I blinked slowly, knowing I should be forcing him to keep his distance, but I also wanted to know where this would end.

He’d tormented me, and now he was showing me another side to him. If I pushed him away, I wouldn’t be able to discover what he was trying to achieve by bringing me here. Of course, I shouldn’t want to know, but curiosity was my weakness. Sometimes, a girl had to live precariously. I’d probably end up dead, but maybe he’d at least make it worth it, right?

The hand behind my head drew me back to his heated mouth. His tongue delved between my lips, claiming mine in an ageless dance. I slid mine against his, but his assault intensified. Turning my head, I allowed him more access to kiss me with. My tongue slid over his, and I bit it softly, which made a deep rumble grow in his chest, only to be swallowed into my lungs.

The hand grazing my abdomen drifted lower. His touch sent heated need flooding through me, spilling to my apex. I needed to stop whatever was transpiring, but the pheromones he produced were addictively delicious. A low hiss escaped his mouth as he tore away again so he could watch where his hand trailed lower.

I gasped as he slipped a finger through the wetness between my thighs. My body tightened, and a blush slid over my face, spreading down my body. One of his fingers shifted, gently touching my clit, and when I tried to pull away, the arm against my back tightened. He laughed darkly, pushing a finger through the slit of my body, creating white-hot pleasure that I needed to feel build.

“Your princess parts are fucking drenched.” His raven-colored head tipped forward, and the finger sliding through my heat pressed against my entrance. I gasped at the strange sensation it created, but he delved into the wetness, slowly plunging into my core. My entire body clamped down, causing me to place my palms against his chest, feeling him tensing beneath my touch.

He drove in deeper, and there was no stopping the way my spine arched or hips swiveled as I tried to ease the stretch he produced within my pussy.

“Can I kiss these lips?” My eyes rounded, and my eyebrows pressed together. The finger driving me mad with coiling lust slid out to the bend of his knuckle before thrusting in harder and deeper. I cried out loudly, laying my forehead on his shoulder so I could watch his finger pushing into my essence. “You’re not communicating, princess. I could push you back, then spread these silken thighs and devour your drenched pussy, can’t I? It’s painting my finger and dripping with need to be fucked.”

“No,” I proclaimed through kiss-swollen lips. Closing my thighs, I thrust him away. He stood, snickered coldly, and then sucked the finger he’d used between his lips, making a crude sound as he withdrew it while holding my stare. Something twitched in my field of vision, and my eyes widened at the revelation it hadswollenseverely andgrownexcessively huge.

Without really thinking about it, I curled my fingers around the appendage, gripping the velvet length roughly while analyzing it through inquisitive eyes. He groaned, staring at where my palm slid over the wondrous silken beast to its base, tightening my hold. “Holy shit, it grows and becomes solid? How did Inotknow that? It isamazing!”

He laughed, groaning as my grip tightened. It had developed into an enlarged masterpiece. Angling my head, I glided my hand down the length of him until my knuckles brushed the taut skin at his thick base. Swiveling my head to see better, I frowned at the strangeness I found before sliding my finger over one.

The entire bag of skin strained beneath my curious touch. Pushing my other palm between his thighs, I cupped the skin to figure out what was round within them. Closing my hand around them, I squeezed it, and a sequence of violent swears exited his mouth.

He jerked out of my grip, howling in pain and bending at the middle as he paced and cursed and threatened. Sucking my lip between my teeth, I winced at each of his angry words and waited as he snarled while cupping the parts I’d been crushing. His glare jerked to me, and I blanched, seizing the blanket as if it would offer me protection from his ire

“What the fuck, Kahleena? Are you stupid? Why would you fucking crush them?” His murderous tone didn’t bother me, but the insult stung deeply.

“I wasn’t aware that they were so sensitive. I mean, I do know they’re somewhat of a weakness because Spyder said if I was in a jam, kick a bastard in his balls, but apparently he should’ve let me see or play with his so that I could have learned how sensitive they really were,” I conceded, sinking my shoulders before continuing. “I expected that since they’re on a male and masculine, they’d bemuchstronger.” Fidgeting, I pulled the blanket tighter.

“How the fuck wouldn’t you recognize that a man’s balls are delicate? Who the hell is Spyder?” he demanded. I opened my mouth to respond, but he snorted cruelly. “You’re something else. Do you think I won’t hurt you back? How would you like it if I bent you over and fucked your ass violently? Would that be funny?” he barked, shoving his fingers through his hair before going back to pacing.

“Why would you do that? That doesn’t seem sanitary or like something anyone should try,” I informed while scrunching my face, shuddering with dismay at the thought of such a thing. “I assumed we were analyzing each other, so I was trying to do what you did. You squeezed and caressed me. It is only logical that I do the same to you.”

I pushed the hair away from my shoulder, unsure why he was being so grumpy when I’d granted him permission to probe me comparably. It wasn’t as if I had hurt him maliciously and I’d already explained that I didn’t know. He repeated the action several times before he expelled a sigh of exasperation.

“Did I hurt you?” he inquired after the chamber became heavy with silence. I shook my head, fighting the blush heating my cheeks and spreading down my neck. “Exploring? Why the fuck would we explore one another? I was only planning to show you how easily I could have you, Kahleena. I don’t desire to explore your body because I don’t mean to have you again after I get what I want, which is to get off. Men learn about their partner when they actually fucking want her to achieve orgasms. I don’t care if you ever come or who ends up stuck to your filthy fucking pussy.”

Chapter Ten

Swallowingthequipthatsurged to the tip of my tongue, I grimaced. “I have good hygiene. My . . . mythingdownthereisn’t filthy. I wasn’t aware that we weren’t learning one another, or that you didn’t want to do anything other than humiliate me. You kissed me, and I thought that, since you didn’t quit there, we were just learning the anatomy of the other’s parts. I’ve never seen or touched one before. It was not my aim to hurt you, but you could have specified that you’re a fucking whiny girl about those parts. If you’d mentioned they were sensitive, I’d have been more careful with them.”

He glared, dragging his palms through his hair. My attention dropped, and worry slammed into me.

“Did I break it? It’s floppy again.”

“My cock isn’t floppy. It’s disgusted by you and apparently feels much safer like this. Did you break it? You can’t be fucking that naïve.”

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