Page 37 of Unmasked Anarchy
For the first time in a long time, I feel light.
Like the weight of the world isn’t crushing me.
I could get used to this.
~*~*~*~*
IWAKE UP TO KAEL’Sbeard scratching my jaw.His entire arm wraps around my midsection, one big hand splayed over my belly so I can feel the spread of his fingers through the cotton of his shirt and the thump of his pulse against my spine.He’s breathing lightly, not snoring, just letting out a slow, steady exhale each time his chest rises.
My sleep’s never deep.I hover at the edge, half-aware, but for once, I don’t hate it.I don’t even mind that my rest is interrupted by the weight of his thigh draped across mine, or how his hand tenses like he’s trying to keep me from slipping away in the night.Maybe he is, maybe I want him to.
Carefully, I roll over to face him.Not easy with the size of his arms caging me in, but I manage, shifting so my nose nearly touches the hollow of his throat.He’s so warm.I wish I could say there’s some epic battle in my head:Don’t do this, Sable.This is a mistake, Sable.But I stopped listening the moment I found my husband with two other women.
Not that he’s entirely to blame.
I am equally at fault for the way things ended.
All I want right now is to get closer to the only thing that’s made me feel anything good in years.So, I let myself settle into him, press my face just under his jaw, and breathe.Kael’s scent is everywhere, something masculine, leather and whiskey and the faint soap he must have used when he showered.
His hand moves, smooth and deliberate, sliding up my back sleepily.He’s not as unconscious as I thought.I feel the tension in his arm as he pulls me in, pressing my chest flush to his, and then I’m trapped.Fuck, I like it.I rest my palm against his sternum, right over his heart, and feel it speed up, just a hair.
Kael murmurs something in that sleepy, sexy voice and I can’t help it.
I kiss him.
It’s not careful.There’s a split-second where he freezes, but then his mouth claims mine hard enough to leave my lips numb, his hands framing my jaw and holding me in place.I only realize I’m making a sound when he presses his tongue past my teeth and a raw, desperate noise tumbles out.
He rolls us so I’m beneath him, bracing himself with his elbows at either side of my head.The covers have gone somewhere, and now the shift of his skin against my bare legs sets every nerve on fire.He’s so fucking heavy, all muscle and heat, and it feels like being pinned by a goddamn bear.
I arch up to meet him, desperate to be touched, and Kael growls against my lips at my impatience.The stubble on his chin burns my skin, but I don’t care.I want the pain; I want the bruises.I want something that will last beyond this perfect, impossible moment.
He bites down on my collarbone, not enough to break skin but enough to make me gasp and wrap my legs around his waist.Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if the other guys can hear us, but I don’t care.Let them.Let all of them know that I am here, that I exist, that for once in my goddamn life I want something and I’m not going to fucking apologize for it.
Kael’s hands are everywhere, my sides, my thighs, the curve of my ass.He flips me again so I’m straddling his hips, and I ride him through the cotton of his boxers, grinding down until I’m shaking from how badly I want him inside me.He’s so fucking hard, his cock pressing to my wet pussy in a way that tells me he wants to be inside me just as much.
He’s got his hands tangled in my hair, pulling me down for another kiss.This one is slower, but no less intense.He breathes me in, like he’s starving.I tug his boxers down just enough.He helps, one-handed, too impatient to bother with subtlety.And then he’s inside me, pushing deep, my body stretching around his large size as a gasp leaves my lips.The pain and pleasure exquisite.
His body tenses and he curses against my lips.I never want to forget the way this feels, his huge body beneath mine, his hands guiding me as I ride him.I run my hands over his biceps, the muscles large and perfect, and I want to feel the way I feel right now forever.
We fuck rough, but it’s strangely sensual at the same time.It’s almost desperate, like both of us know this could be the first and last time and neither of us are willing to let it go to waste.I ride him harder, flattening my palms on his chest, digging in my nails.I don’t want to leave this bed, or this body, or this man who makes me believe I can have something just for myself for once.
Kael grips my waist and flips me underneath again, his hard body coming down over mine as he slowly pushes his cock in once more, thrusts slow but brutal.Every nerve ending crackles with white heat.I forget my own name, forget the reason I came here, forget the weight of everything except the man on top of me who treats me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.
When I cum, it’s so hard I can’t see, my entire body trembling beneath him.Kael follows, not a minute later, silent except for a strangled groan pressed into my hair as he buries his face in my neck.For a moment, neither of us move, we just lie there, both no doubt thinking about how incredible that was.
Eventually, he rolls off me, but keeps an arm around my waist, a wordless command not to slip away.I burrow into him, let myself be held, and don’t bother stopping the tears that track silently down the side of my face.He doesn’t say anything.He just tightens his arm and kisses the top of my head, like he heard all the things I wasn’t brave enough to say.
And for the first time, I feel like I could survive whatever happens next.
