Page 56 of Kai
“But…” Even in her greatest need, she hesitated.
“No buts.” I kissed her mouth. “You’re safe with me. I got you, Sorceress.”
Even if I didn’t join her in her pleasure, I welcomed herpussy’s sorcery, the riveting magic that gripped us both, the heat that melted us into a single candle burning at the top of the ridge, even though it was she who was about to flare. And then I found it. Her secret spot. Or maybe, as hard as she rode my fingers, she found it herself.
“Oh, Kai.” She shut her eyes, and digging her fingertips into my shoulders, cried out, “Oh, God.”
“Come for me,” I whispered, thrusting inside her. “Come for yourself.”
She threw her head back and stiffened in my arms. Her pussy pulsed, then squeezed and, tight as a fist, locked around my fingers, strangling them in its vise. She cried out again as she came apart in an orgasm that seemed to quake over the ridge and blast over the ocean like a seismic event.
I could’ve come just from watching her orgasm, but I clamped down on my climax and focused on her. Her eyes, her face, her body. She lit up like a blazing star, trusting me with her pleasure. Her body stretched, trapped between me and the plane of the boulder. Her inner walls clung to my digits and didn’t let go. I kept thrusting, pushing her to climax again, making sure her orgasms lasted for as long as possible.
It wasn’t until after I felt the last of her twitches that I eased the pressure, and still I kept my fingers in her. Undone and boneless, she slumped over the stone. Slowly, I slid my fingers out and hugged her to my chest, caressing her back, trailing small circles on her back.
She dipped her face in the crook of my neck and snuggled in my arms, still breathless and shivering. Her rich moisture clung to my hand. It was as if I’d dipped my fingers in the sea and found the warm current that could take me home.
“Kai?” she whispered. “Do you want me to—”
“No,” I bit out too strongly as the memories slammed into me. It was as if a powerful magnet sucked me into the dark, coldspace inside my head where death always waited for me.
“Kai?”
I shook my head and found Cece’s wide eyes fixed on me. They sparkled with emotions I didn’t have time to read as I rushed to hide my secrets, my shame, my pain.
“I’m good, Sorceress.” My attempt at a softer voice resulted in a stifled, fake sound. “I don’t really want to…”
Shut the fuck up, Marine. That’s an order.
What kind of stupidity led me to lie to Cece like that?
Sorrow. Regret. Guilt.
My dick tightened, demanding release, but even though she’d offered, I couldn’t, wouldn’t. My body was primed, but my conscience got in the way. It turned out I wasn’t ready after all. My shoulders slumped in defeat.
I clung to her with all I had, fighting to stay in the present. For now, her pleasure would have to be enough for both of us. Cece had allowed me to touch her, to feel her, to bring her to climax. It was an indulgence I refused to take for granted. My cock might be frustrated, but at least I’d been able to help give her the release she needed.
Holding her, drunk on her scent, and dizzy with need, I suspected Cece could be the light my grandmother had foretold. I recognized the opportunity before me, but… did I deserve it?
No.
The memories returned to haunt me, vivid and cruel. The weight of my failures punched me in the gut. I shut my eyes and forced my breath into a calming pace, suppressing the memories of another sunset on a different island.
The memories only grew stronger, a nightmare although I was awake. The roaring surf. The gray face and the empty gaze that no longer held light. My aching heart pounded against my ribs. This time around, the nightmare was even crueler, because those empty eyes were silver-blue, and the lifeless face belongedto Cece.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Not real. I forced myself to manage my breath.Not happening.
I applied every technique I’d learned to keep the memories at bay, every practice except for one. Perhaps if I told Cece…
My lips refused to work, but I gathered my courage.
I was about to speak when Cece disentangled herself from my arms, pushed me away, and yanked her clothing into place. She didn’t say a word. I watched helplessly as she snatched her cap from the ground. Her back straight as a rod, her eyebrows furrowed, she started down the trail.
Had she heard my thoughts? Did she sense my doubts? Had she caught sight of my agony? Did she already know that, despite trying with all I had, I wasn’t the person she thought I was?
Impossible. No one, not even Dagger, knew about my past.
