Page 40 of Hopeless Kingdom
I refuse to cry. Confusion isn’t a good enough reason to cry.
“Don’t cry, Kara. I’m sorry.” His warm hands push up and down my spine.
When I blink, a slow tear trails down my cheek but I still won’t admit to myself that I’m crying. He studies it for a moment before pressing a kiss there. It’s a sweet feeling that reminds me he was the one that held me when I thought I was dying.
Daxdyn and I might always share that connection.
For the rest of our lives.
My eyes flutter closed and another quiet tear trails down, slowly meeting the angle of my jaw. He kisses there too, drying my tears with his kiss.
The final tear falls, it trails down my face, and he lets it. He waits until it falls, landing atop my breast before he kisses slowly there. The hot feel of his tongue sweeping across the top of my breast has me arching into him. Lower his mouth skims until warm breath is fanning across my nipple and a sharp gasp tears through me as he seals his mouth over the peak and flicks his tongue across my sensitive mound.
My fingers thread through his dark hair and I hold him there as my hips begin to rock against the hard length hidden beneath his jeans.
In a reckless haste, he lifts his hips just long enough to shove his jeans down his thighs.
Then his lips seal against mine in a rush of teeth and tongues. I rise over him and feel his head slick against my sex.
He groans into my mouth.
“Fuck, you feel good.” His hand pushes between us as he strokes his fingers up and then down. I gasp against his mouth and he takes that moment to rake his teeth across my lower lip.
“Say what you’re thinking,” he demands.
A tremor shakes through my body as his thumb circles my clit.
Suddenly my throat feels dry. I’ve said dirty things, both during and not during sex. But the way he puts me on the spot drives stage fright through me like I’ve never felt before.
“I—I don’t know.” Not a single understandable thought is stumbling through my mind with his hands on my body.
His other hand is like a whisper against my spine as he skims up to thread his fingers through my hair and grips the roots lightly.
Hot breath fans across my lips as he speaks, “I live for emotions, Kara. Tell me what dirty thoughts circle that pretty little head of yours.”
Harder he circles my clit and I find myself grinding against his palm while he waits for me to speak all the terrible things that constantly cross my mind.
I’m not shy but the demand in his tone makes it hard for me to think straight.
“I want you to fuck me,” I remember how he liked the way I said his name earlier, “Fuck me please, Daxdyn.”
His sparking gaze holds mine just as he pulls me to him, his mouth claiming mine at the same time as his hand slips away. I nearly protest, pulling back from him, when the tip of his dick teases my entrance.
I kiss him leisurely, guiding our pace just as I slowly lower myself down his throbbing dick. His groan matches my own as he fills me completely and I settle there for just a second, finding total pleasure in the way he feels deep inside me.
His jaw clenches so tightly it tics beneath my touch. Warm palms grip my hips tightly before they travel low on my ass.
I’m controlling our kiss but Daxdyn wastes no time controlling my body. His hips roll against mine as he guides me up and then down the length of his dick.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he whispers on a shaking breath against my lips.
It’s slow.
Torturously slow.
We fuck like we’ll stay here together forever.
Stroke for stroke he meets me in long even thrusts that has my lips parting without sound against his mouth.
