Page 60 of King of Desire

He sucks at my skin, thrusting into me again.

I never imagined sex would feel like this and my fingertips dig into his scalp as I try to hang on.

I want to imprint this moment in my memory, remember how it felt to be with a man like this.

It’s become clear to me that I’ve always needed a man who would take me in his arms and lead the way. Triston’s confidence, his self-assurance, has made this so erotic…

I’m not trying to put pressure on Triston. It’s only that a map of what I want and need has formed in my head.

He kisses me again, his thrusts light as holds me close. I know he’s being gentle because it’s my first time and it only makes me want to give him more, so I tilt my hips closer, taking more of him in.

I feel the shudder that runs through him as he hits me deep.

He makes this feral sound in his throat and then his whole body convulses. One of his hands leaves my ass to brace against the wall, his large hand right by my head on the tile.

I turn and kiss his thumb, feeling the pulsing of his cock inside me.

His forehead comes to mine, his eyes closed as we hold for a moment, him still inside me, my body wrapped around his.

“Cold?”

“Hot.” I say, my eyes closing.

Gently, he eases out of me. I unwrap my legs from his waist, first one set of toes and then the other settling on the tile. It’s this slow uncoupling that I know has to happen, but I don’t want to lose the connection.

He pushes away and I feel colder already, my shoulders curling as I realize the intimacy of the last moments are over.

I don’t want them to be. I’d happily remain in his arms, and I wrap my own around myself to deal with the loss.

He slides the glass door to the side, letting out a plume of steam, cool air hitting my skin.

And then he’s back at my side, pulling me into his embrace.

I curl around him again, burying my nose into his neck as he steps out of the shower with me, wrapping us in a fluffy white towel.

I go rigid. “The blood.”

His response is to dip the edge between my legs and gently massage. “I can get a new towel, Honeyeh.”

I flush. “Right.” For me, every item has value and is not easily replaced. For him…all things are replaceable. Even me.

Especially me.

It’s that thought that completely severs the moment and I wiggle free from his arms. He lets me go as I grab another towel and wrap it around my body.

Taking the corner, I wipe a section of the mirror and run my fingers through my hair. I, need to at least run a brush through it or it will be a tangled mess.

He comes up behind me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror, but my gaze skitters away. I’m suddenly reminded that I am more vulnerable than him in every way.

“Honeyeh.”

I grab my toothbrush, putting some paste on it and stick it in my mouth. “Yeah?”

“Where did you just go?”

“I’m right here.”

“I know all about withdrawing, so trust me when I say, I know that you just put up some wall between us.”

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