Page 26 of Hopeless Kingdom
Not since I slapped the hell out of him that first time.
Why didn’t he ever kiss me?
All the moments we’ve shared feel wasted now because of the loss of a kiss that we never got to have.
I’ll never get to know what it’d feel like to let him care about me. Somehow, he’s lowered my walls and just when I’m defenseless he’s turning away, leaving me open and wounded for just anyone to see the damage I’m hiding within.
“Kiss me.” It’s a torturous sound that leaves my lips. A pleading request that I can feel aching within my chest.
His warm hand slides up my forearm before clasping around my knuckles. He pulls my hand back, away from his mouth and he stares down at me in silence for so long I’m sure he’s about to walk away.
Slowly his head tilts closer and his temple leans against mine. My breaths are unstable and clash against his, drawing out this painful rejection that I feel coming.
“Close your eyes.” The warm tumbling sound of his voice washes over me and I do as I’m told. “No one’s ever asked me to kiss them before,” he says in a confessional whisper. “Have you thought about it a lot? Us kissing?” The warmth of his breath fans across my lips, but I can’t tell if he’s any closer or not.
The rough pads of his fingers skim along my jaw, chasing a shiver across my flesh.
I nod, still not opening my eyes.
“Hmm, so have I.” Soft lips brush against the column of my neck followed by the tingling of his beard and my head tilts for him. His confession makes me realize how gentle he’s been with me, how sweet he’s been recently. “I’ve thought about it every day.” A breath that sounds a little like a moan shakes through me as the warmth of his tongue sweeps over my jaw line as he kisses me there. “Every day since you let me fuck you.” At that I do moan, my legs shaking as his body pins me to the wall. His hard length pressing just above my hips has me shifting against him. “Why’d you let me fuck you, Kara?” His mouth skims the corner of my mouth.
My lashes flutter open and with the nearly nonexistent space separating our lips, I consider his odd question.
“Because we’reexactlythe same. And there isn’t a single hurtful word you could say to me that could make me ignore the spark I feel when you’re near.”
A half breath is all he gives me before his lips slam onto mine.
His head dips low as his teeth rake across my lower lip, making me gasp long enough for his tongue slip in. Pain and pleasure pulses through me as his nails dig into my skin and he grinds his hips in rhythm with mine.
With a rush of need my hands shove down his hard chest to the straining bulge in his jeans. My fingers fumble with the metal zipper for only a second before he’s shoving them away and unzipping it himself. The smooth length of his dick meets my palm, making me wet at just the feel of his hardness.
Then his fingers are drifting over my lower stomach and he pushes my jeans down without bothering with the button. I teeter on my feet as I kick the clothes off. The distinct sound of a new tear in my jeans emits through the room but I don’t dwell on it.
The stiff feel of him has my hand working quicker over his cock and he groans into my mouth. It’s a sound that has me mimicking the vibrations of it. It’s a sound that causes a soaring high to rocket through me, sending my emotions into a frenzy of unintelligible, lust-filled thoughts.
Until he grips my hips and flips me. In an instant, the cool wall is pressed against my cheek; the feel of his warm mouth is torn away from me as he holds my hips steady. Before I can even understand what’s happening, the smooth head of his dick pushes at my entrance.
My lips part as I realize we’re once again in the same setting as the first time we had sex.
“Darrio.” My tone is quiet but it seems to command him at once. He stops where he is just behind me, straining against me. My hands are flat against the wall, my messy hair veiling my face from him.
“Yeah?” Heavy, shaking breaths fall against the back of my neck.
A few seconds pass as I consider my words carefully.
“Do you always have sex like this?” The tight grip he has on my hips loosens as if he might let go entirely.
I turn slowly and face him, my hands lingering against the swirling, inky lines peeking out along the base of his neck.
“I—” He swallows and then nods without adding to the confirmation.
My heart hurts a little as I think about the reasons he would have for preferring that position. The pink scar that lines his face meets my index finger, skimming down until the coarse feel of his beard drags over my skin. The slight tilt of his nose catches my attention, but his beautiful lips are more demanding. Every one of his imperfections is laid out for everyone to judge and I didn’t think he gave two shits about their judgement.
But maybe he does.
“I want to see you, Darrio.” I don’t say it, but he’s sexy. In a carnal way. I want to see what he looks like in the most carnal of moments.
He shakes his head no, rejecting my request without explanation.
