Page 59 of Kiss the Dawn
I tear at her clothes, and she tears back. The world is a hazy, faraway thing, and there’s only us. The heat of skin and taste of salt. Her juices on my fingers isn’t enough. I slide down and punish her with my mouth, ignoring her wicked cries as I pinch her thighs and suck on her clit until I’m sure my cock will explode because she tastes like peaches. I want her all over my face.
She rakes my scalp with her nails, burning me, and somehow we’re tangled and half naked, and it still isn’tenough. She sobs in desperate frustration, begging me to fuck her. Over and over.
But this isn’t her.
This is the darkness.
This is Loviator’s influence, and if I succumb, if I give her what she’s asking for now, she’ll regret it.
She’ll regret me.
I pin her to me, my chest to her back, and hold firm while she writhes and sobs.
“Hush, let me…let me help.” I touch her, rubbing and sliding and thrusting with my fingers until she’s thrusting back, and my cock is nestled between her ass cheeks and fuck…Fuck me.
We come together, bodies vibrating with the aftershocks of climax.
She relaxes in my arms, increment by increment, and the darkness is gone.
She’s back.
We lie there amidst the ruins of our boundaries and the mess of climax.
I should say something, but my mind is blank, my heart pounding against her spine with such force I’m sure it will bruise her.
Finally, she moves, shifting her body in a way that tells me she wants me to let go.
So I do.
I let go and watch her scramble away to the bathroom and close the door.
What have I done?
ORINA
My eyes were bright. Lips swollen and bruised. There was crusted blood on them too. My arms ached, my throat hurt, and I had bruises on my wrists from how hard Hemlock had held me, and it felt…fucking awesome.
I was so messed up.
My body sang with sensation. Every inch of me alive from Hemlock’s brutal touch. But it was a touch I’d forced from him. Begged him to give me, leaving him little choice.
Fuck…I’d torn off his clothes.
I covered my face and stifled a scream.
I hated this. Hated the darkness and what it turned me into. Hated Loviator and what she was doing to me.
Breathe, Orina. Just wash up and head out there and talk to Hemlock. Just apologize.
He was attracted to me, I knew that much, but that didn’t mean he wanted to fuck me. I’d forced his hand tonight, and I owed him an apology.
I stepped into the shower and washed quickly before tugging on my bathrobe and heading back into the bedroom, which was awash with the first gray light of dawn.
But the bedroom was empty.
Hemlock was gone.
I staredat my phone as my freshly brewed coffee grew cold.
