Page 151 of Judas
“Beg Nadia, I don’t want to leave this snug ass of yours empty but I will if you don’t do as I say.”
“F… fuck, please, Kace.”
“Please what? Tell me what you need.”
“M… ove, please, mo—“ he cuts me off by slamming into me. The exhale I was just clinging to enters the air as a desperate moan.
“That’s better.” He teases.
Tightening his grip in my hair, he holds me steady, crashing his lips to mine, invading my mouth with that sly tongue of his. Coaxing mine into a lewd tangle as his pace increases. Thrusting harder into me than a few moments ago. Between his attention on my mouth and how full I feel with his cock buried in me, I can’t think. Drowning in a sea of hormones, endorphins, and pleasurable sighs.
Nothing—nothing in this world compares to the way I feel with Kace. When we’re like this, it’s just us. The things we have done cease to exist, pain and sorrow pushed beyond the boundaries of our bubble. There's no time, responsibilities, or people beating at our doors demanding more of us than we have to give.
A few days ago, Kace told me Lucien once tried to convince him that I was incapable of loving someone. That I could only gravitate to people who were like us. Damaged and outcasted by society for not being born into the perfect mold of who a person should be. He may have spoken some truth but he’s wrong, was wrong, I do love Kace. While I may not love him in the same way he loves me, I don’t love him wrong.
Dragging himself away from our kiss, Kace sits back up on his knees, steadily driving into me. His chest has turned a slight shade off pink, highlighting the tattoos that come down from his neck. The slightly darker color of his areolas flushing like the rest of him. Doesn’t help, well maybe it does, the pressure building low in my stomach or the way my moans make him feel impossibly harder.
“Ready to come for me?”
Turning his hand over, palm side up, he slides three fingers into my absolutely drenched pussy. Hooking them forward intothe soft spot inside of me. He probes a few times which forces my head to tilt back and forces another cry out of me. Thighs starting to tremble, hands scrambling to grab the back of my knees so I’m held open for him. Always open and ready for the man who has imprisoned my heart.
“Words, Nadia. Use your words.”
“Yes!”
Replying instantly, my body does more of the same. Milking at his fingers the longer he strokes my sweet spot. The curves of my body jolt with every deep and breath taking thrust.
Right at the edge of oblivions, Kace pulls out of my backside, quickly plunging his fingers in and out of me. His digits, still hooked behind my pelvic bone, thrust frantically as my release pours out of me, spurting over his muscle-corded arm and chest.
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
He wastes no time feeding his cock back inside my ass, both of his hands clamping around my throat when he pushes his weight on top of me. The vulgar slapping sounds of his hips meeting my wet skin is the only thing piercing through the ringing in my ears. Taking each and every brutal pound while shaking uncontrollably beneath him.
I know there’s no way he can last much longer, his urgent breaths and restless moans giving him away. A stutter exists in the drive of his hips as well. It’s my turn to watch him come apart for me, give me every last bit of himself just as I do the same for him. Squeezing my throat, his thumbs pushing on the underside of my chin to force my hazy gaze to his. I stare into the face of the man I gave my heart to so fucking long ago.
“S… say it again, baby. Tell me you love me.”
Love you.
My mouth moves, his tight grip around my neck makes it where my voice isn’t able to escape the crest of my lips.
“Louder!”
Love you.
Kace squeezes again. My eyes watering at the lack of air, frustrated over not being able to tell him. I waited so fucking long to confess my feelings for him, to let the world know that I belong to him. That my heart is his to hold and if there was anything I could go back and change it would be to find him sooner.
“Scream it, Nadia. I can’t hear you!”
Another orgasm builds on the back of the last one, the air he’s preventing me from breathing has me tumbling over the edge as if the whole purpose of me is to have faith in him. To believe that despite everything I have reason. I’m here, I belong.
I’m falling now and there’s a wave at the bottom of the cliff, but it’s his arms that keep me from crashing down as I scream through a breath I’m finally taking for him.
“I LOVE YOU!”
Epilogue One
Kace
