Page 41 of Guided by the Stars
“Why is your soul so dark, Adriane?”
He has moved up so close to me that I can feel his body heat radiating softly, electrifying every nerve ending in my body. The way he says my name makes my heart go crazy. You’d think I’d never heard my name before, the way the butterflies in my stomach are thrashing around and leaving me gasping for air. I know this is not something I have ever experienced before.
“I saw it the moment I laid eyes on you, Skoteino.”
He runs his hands up my back slowly and I moan and lean into him. I don’t even know what he just called me, and at this moment, I don’t care. I know that maybe this is what I need just to get all this tension out of my body, and then I can go back to ignoring him.
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his chest. I can feel his warm breath tickle along my neck and I relax into him. Fuck it. For this one night, I can throw caution to the wind and just let this happen. We can go back to hating each other after this but, right now, I feel like we both need a connection.
“What did you call me?” I whisper. He flips me around. The bathroom is getting steamy, it’s all but forgotten honestly, and he pushes me against the wall, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Dark one. I can see it in your eyes, in your soul. You have been through so much that it’s darkened you.” The way his deep voice says those words, I swear I soak my panties. I long for this man even though I know he could be my ruin. I moan as he lowers his head to kiss my neck, trailing fiery kisses along my collarbone. “But it’s made you a fighter.” Hishand is pulling on my shirt to get it off me. “Only when one lives in darkness do we find the light in it, we learn to love and lose ourselves in that darkness.” The way he says it makes me tremble.
He pulls my shirt off, and I’m left standing there in my jeans and black bra. His gaze is full of hunger when he looks directly at me. My mouth opens as I take in his golden-tanned body and all the muscles he has. I notice the tattoos on his legs and his chest is also covered in them. He has tattoos of hourglasses with clocks on them. My breathing hitches and I finally meet his eyes. He is staring into mine and when he touches my cheek lightly, he tilts my head back. I smile up at him and lick my lips because I want him so badly. Heat is pooling between my legs right now, we are both broken and that is the only reason I am giving into him.
“Don’t go falling in love,” I say playfully. He gives me a dark, sexy chuckle throwing a smirk my way and for the first time, I don’t want to wipe the smirk off his face.
“My Skoteino,” he whispers as he pulls me closer, pressing his mouth to mine as my hands go up around his neck. My heart is pounding, goosebumps coat my flesh from the pleasure of having his lips on mine. This kiss is like I have never had before, his tongue is interlocked with mine. I swear it’s full of fire and passion, burning me from the inside, but in such a delectable way. His hands snake down and he rips my jeans off without breaking the kiss. He cups my ass with his hands as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his body, allowing him to carry me across the room to the shower. “I’m The Prince of the Underworld, I can’t afford to love,” he says. I don’t even have a comeback because this man is the devil. He is what everyone warns you about. You know the ride is going to be such an incredible high, but the crash afterward isthe one where you end up losing who you are, where you end up crashing and burning until there is nothing left.
My back hits the shower wall as I fall into his kiss. Cool water falls on us. He pulls his mouth away and trails hot kisses down my neck and I moan in pleasure. I run my hands up and down the back of his head and I feel his hand reach around my back to undo my bra. His mouth is over my nipple, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, and I throw my head back and moan. The way he makes me feel is incredible. I didn’t know anyone could make my body feel so alive. He reaches his other hand down and shifts my underwear to the side. He slips two fingers inside of me but then he pulls back. I want to pout and ask what’s wrong. “Tell me to stop and I will.” His voice is wavering but his hands are still roaming my body.
Should we stop? Fuck, yeah I know we should. Do I want to stop? Hell no!
“Don’t stop,” I say, staring back into his intense eyes.
Those words are all it takes. He rips my panties off and they fall to the ground. He puts me down, and I quickly remove his boxers. His cock is hard and thick. I bite my lip, and he winks at me. He sits me on a stone bench inside the shower and kneels before me, opening my legs as he plants light kisses down the inside of my thighs, making me pant and burn with desire.
“Please,” I gasp and feel his smile as he works his way to my center. His mouth hits my core and he holds my legs open, shoving me back against the wall. His tongue is like magic. I grab the top of his head and pull his hair. I feel him moan and it has me quivering. I feel myself coming undone and I know he is a god because I’ve felt nothing like this ever before.
My orgasm builds, yet he pulls back and I let out a cry of frustration. He chuckles, but just as quickly he has me on myfeet and turns me to face the shower wall, pushing my legs open with his knee. He lays kisses against my shoulder and he slips inside of me. I moan at the sudden pressure; he is so big and thick that it fills me all the way up and it hurts, but in the most delicious sort of way.
He takes my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head against the wall and his other hand comes down between my legs as he thrusts into me. Thankfully he is holding me up with his hand because my legs would have already given out. Leaning my head back to his chest, he reaches down and kisses me while playing with my clit, and the light explodes behind my eyes. I shove my ass into him more and he kisses me deeper as he goes in and out, taking his time and drawing it out.
I know this is it, I will never come back from this high again. Not once have I ever felt this fire that is between my legs, and I pull away from his mouth. “Harder, faster, rougher,” I say, and the look I see in his eyes is pure desire. That’s when he releases my hands and grabs me around the throat softly, slamming into me, and I moan in pleasure. I am sure by now that the people in the other rooms have heard me, but I don’t care.
“Just remember, you asked for it,” he says before pounding into me harder and harder. I can’t hold it in anymore, I scream out as my orgasm rocks through my body. He lets my neck go as he holds me against him and he draws himself in and out slowly, prolonging my orgasm. He kisses me along my jaw and picks up speed again. He pounds into me once more, his breathing harder, and I know he is about to cum. I reach my arm around, putting it around his neck and bringing his mouth to mine. I want his lips on mine when he cums. His body jerks and he is growling into my mouth as I continue to kiss him,our tongues locked in an energetic dance. His cock twitches in me and I wait for it to stop as I move away from him.
I know this moment was a shift in our dynamic and I feel self-conscious.
“Good shower,” I say and move past him. He grabs my hand, spinning me back to him, and kisses me. When he pulls back, I see the change in his eyes. A battle is going on between either keeping his guard up or letting me in.
I place my hand on his chest as he grabs my other hand and brings it to his mouth, placing kisses on my fingertips. “Wash off. I’ll meet you back in the room.” He slips past me and I watch him get out of the shower, his back is healing already and the water rinsed the blood off. I can see red lines marking his body, but I turn back to the water.
The sudden change leaves me reeling and my emotions are all over the place. Normally I am the one to walk away. Do I really mean so little to him? Who am I kidding? He is a god and what am I thinking anyway? It’s not like I wanted him to feel anything. Sure, it was mind-blowing sex, but that’s all it was. I squirt shampoo into my hand, and it smells like pomegranate. I work the shampoo through my hair. I just need to focus. I need to figure out how to get out of here and get to Nora. Screw Kai, which apparently I just did, literally, but whatever I mean, that was just a spur-of-the-moment fuck.
Except I don’t think that’s what it was.
I shared something with him about myself, which I've never done before, and the way I allowed myself to be with him, I’d never given myself fully to anyone in that way. I have to stop thinking of Kai as a man. He is a god, and I need to remember that if I am going to make it out of this place unscathed.
Alexius
When Heat Melts Ice
My life is bound by the chains my ruler holds me by. My safety depends on the torture he delivers. Despite my ability to live through the suffering, I’ve never in my existence felt as powerless as I did when I heard the screams coming from the girl locked behind those closed doors.
I tried to ignore her. I kept my distance, wanting to give her space, until her cries turned into gut-wrenching sobs, melting any hesitation I had. Like the beast she thinks I am, I broke the damn door open and leaped forward, pulling the fragile girl into my arms, unprepared for the story that shattered her heart.
My family and childhood was ruthless, training us to go against each other. Nora had one that cared for her, loving each other with a passion I’d never experienced, nor will I ever understand. Even in death she longs for them, causing a pain so deep that it fractures her. Listening to her, I wanted to help her heal, to be that person for her to take away hergrief. Of course, I had no fucking idea what I was doing. I was useless, having no idea what it meant to have someone love you like she loved her family.
