Page 105 of Carnival
“Someone’s challenging me, I see,’’ I murmur, taking another small step toward her.
She mimics my actions until our chests are nearly touching.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“Oh, I’m about to show you.’’
40
Rose
Gently, I take James’ mask off, throwing it down. He wastes no time, wrapping his arm around my waist, the cold metal with Gabe’s blood pressed against my lower back. My eyes flick upward, meeting James’, seeing the pure need that’s as raw as the blood on our hands.
He kisses me for a million lifetimes. He kisses me like he’s never kissed me before — with fervor that runs deeply in his veins, which consists of a primal, natural need to own me. James kisses me like he’s kissing me for the first and the last time.
His tongue darts into my mouth, tasting every inch available. With trembling hands, I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him as close as possible. He growls into the kiss, the sound going straight to my core.
I’m pushed against the tent, the sound of his butcher knife falling to the ground barely audible. I can’t hear anything but the frantic beat of my heart, his breathing, and the groans that come from the deepest parts of his throat.
His soft lips feel heavenly on mine, the taste I’ll never get tired of. I clench my hands tighter in his hair, and he responds by sucking my bottom lip, dragging it between his own, before sinking his teeth into it.
A loud moan of pleasure slips from me, muffled by the event around us. His hand comes to grab me by the throat, his fingers massaging my pulse point, feeling it under his fingertips.
“This is all for me,’’ his gravelly voice fills my ears, his fingers tapping against the pulse point on my neck. “The day this stops existing, so do I.’’
Breath gets stuck in my throat, and James doesn’t say anything else. His lips are back on mine, with the hunger of a thousand years. Yearning, unlike any I’ve felt before, rushes through my veins, and tears roll down my cheeks.
His hand comes to rest on the back of my thigh, and I take the initiative, jumping a little and wrapping my legs around his waist. He groans into my mouth, pressing the bulge in his pants against my stomach, grinding against me.
The tension is palpable, everything around us melting away. His hand squeezes my ass over the dress, holding me tightly against him. My body starts trembling with need, his tongue dipping into my mouth, dancing with mine.
The kiss isn’t gentle; it’s devouring and all-consuming. Just like James.
When I allowed him to fuck me for the first time at the Carnival four years ago, I never could’ve imagined how he’d become a part of my life — how he’d become my life. Everything I want in this life is James, to be with him, consequences be damned.
“I fucking need you, right now, hellion,’’ he rasps against my lips.
“I need you too,’’ I admit, and James gently lowers me back down on my feet.
He takes a small step back, fumbling with his pants and belt. My hand shoots out on its own accord, replacing his. He lets his hand fall down his side, eyes glued on my face as I tug his belt undone, before switching to his pants.
I bite my lip when I pull his cock out, the tip leaking with precum already. My pussy throbs; my underwear is ruined already. Slowly, I guide James to sit down, because I know he can’t do much with one hand.
The dress comes to rest at my hips, and I don’t bother taking the underwear down. I pull it to the side, straddle his hips, and put my knees on each side of him, hitting the cold snow. Excitement rushes through me, cheeks flushed in a deep shade of pink.
“That’s it, hellion,’’ he murmurs, hand on my hip, guiding me to the tip of his cock. The mere contact causes a jolt to rush up my spine, my throat going dry. Knowing that we don’t have much time, I slam myself down on his cock in one quick, harsh movement.
James’ head falls back against the wall of the tent, a deep groan filling my ears. The sounds of pleasure from James’ lips are like the sweetest melody. I could spend the rest of my life just listening to the sounds he makes, and that alone would be enough to make me climax.
“Bounce on my cock, hellion,’’ he orders, gripping my hip tighter. “Use me to make yourself feel good.’’
My nipples harden under the dress, feeling itchy beneath the soft material. I start at a slower pace, allowing myself to adjust to his girth inside me. The man is splitting me in half, his cock reaching the deepest parts of me, touching the sweet spot with each thrust.
“Fuck,’’ he hisses. “Look at me. Eyes on me while you take my cock, hellion.’’
“James,’’ I whisper his name, my voice surprisingly sugary and needy. “God, I’ve missed you.’’
His head falls on my shoulder, his frame trembling with need. He’s struggling to hold back, and if his hand were uninjured, he’d take over and fuck me like an animal in heat. Instead, he settles for kissing my neck, reaching up to push my hair back, and moving the dress out of his way.
