Page 67 of The Lightkeeper

My nostrils flared, watching as she gripped the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving her standing naked in front of me. Instantly, my dick was solid again. Throbbing. Beating against the front of my sweats, telling me that it still needed more.

I reached up and framed her chin.“And what do you want?”

She took my other wrist and pulled my hands between her legs, shivering when my fingers slipped through her slickness.Her sigh melted into a sharp whimper as I thumbed her swollen clit.Yeah, I bet the pleasure was painful after how many times I’d made her come.My jaw locked. She shouldn’t want this. She was too sensitive—too sore.

“Fuck,” I hissed as my fingers worked through her cunt in slow, sweeping strokes, unable to stop myself from drenching them with her cream.

“I want the rest of you,” she pleaded softly. “Whatever part you locked away earlier downstairs, I want it let loose. I want to know it—to know you.”

“Fuck.”I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her hard until she trembled, her knees giving way. I grabbed her hips and spun her in front of me. “Hold onto the rail.” As soon as her hands gripped the iron, I pushed her forward. “Aurora…”

I said her name, but all I really thought wasmine.

I trailed my finger down the seam of her ass all the way to where she was pink and slick and swollen from last night. The sight was nothing short of magnificent. I fought the urge to drop to my knees and make her come by just blowing on her clit.

But my own need overtook me, like a different kind of darkness that I’d forced into hibernation for all these years. What was sex but passing pleasure? A fleeting release from a future I couldn’t escape. So, what was the point? Especially when any kind of touch was painful.

But not now. Not with her.

It hadn’t hurt when she touched my back—my scars. It hadn’t hurt to tell her what happened. And, god help me, but being inside her felt like more than just sex.

I dragged my throbbing cock along her seam, coating the tip. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“You know I’m not good with warnings.” She moaned and wiggled back, the movement notching me at her entrance. “Please.”

Spots erupted in my vision. My cock swelled to the point of pain, anticipating the tight heat of her.Needing the tight heat of her.A need that consumed me.A groan ripped from my chest as I gripped her hips and drove forward, sinking in. And in. And in. One sure thrust took me to the hilt as hergasp filled the small room.

“Are you alright?” I focused on my hands—where they held her. Where her pink flesh dipped from my grasp. Anything to draw my attention from the hot clutch of her cunt—from the physical pain it caused to hold myself back.

“Yes.”It wasn’t an answer as much as it was a plea.

I pulled back and slammed into her, the force making her rise up on her toes. I saw the way her eyes widened in the window—the way they went round when she realized just how effectively I hit her G-spot from this angle.

“Yes,” she said again, and I repeated the thrust.

Over and over, my body moved to her command. I thrust to the tempo of her husky pleas. When they came faster and more forcefully, so did I, her drenched pussy welcoming each drive, though those muscles would regret her neediness later. I was too big to be fucking her this rough, this many times. But her moans and pleas of encouragement were like a knife straight to the heart of my chivalry.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, her body instantly priming her path to orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”I drove into her. “Look so perfect.”

But it wasn’t enough. I’d never get enough of her sweet cries and soft warmth. Her undaunted truth and eager lust. I’d never get enough of her.

I pulled out, groaning as my cock protested, and spun her to face me. I kissed her hard, letting her take the air from my lungs for her gasp, and then lowered us to the floor. I laid on my fallen shirt and kept her above me. She rose up on her knees, forever my Venus rising from the sea, her dark curls sweeping over her sloped shoulders. Her full breasts heavy and marked with red. The soft curve of her stomach, and then lower.

Lower to where she kneeled with me poised against her. Our eyes met. Without words—without questions—I knew she was observing. Understanding. She knew why I wanted her like this. My hand on her hips tightened when her body lowered down on mine. Inch after inch back into her tight pussy.

In this position, she could take me deeper. So fucking deep into her light, I hoped the darkness would just let me live there. Let me be.

As she slid all the way down, a rich moan drew from her lips.My cock thickened at the profound fit, pulsing when she settled all the way to my root.

I drew a tight breath and captured her gaze. “Don’t stop.”

Fucking me. Questioning me. Pushing me.Don’t stop fighting for me.But I didn’t say any of those things because I wasn’t her burden to bear.

Aurora rose up and sank down, slowly at first as she adjusted to the position—to me. But then faster. Never ashamed. My woman was never ashamed of her truth—her pleasure.

“Hold the rail,” I ordered, my fingers curling into her fleshy hips.

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