Page 30 of Darkness Consuming
Tension coils through my core and I can’t seem to keep my eyes open. It isn’t at all like my first time. This aching and demanding feeling within me has never existed until now.
Every intake of air isn’t enough. Every hard beat of my heart feels too weak. Every slamming thrust of his hips is too much. I’ve never felt anything like this. His reckless magic pushes all through me, and for an instant, I feel everything about him. For just a moment, our emotions, magic, and bodies meld against each other in a euphoric way.
At the feel of his hips grinding hard against my clit, the tightening energy within me combusts and my release soaks down his shaft. The groan that emits from him intertwines with my shaking moan.
His pace quickens, slamming into my slickness hard enough to make me cry out. My fingers dig into his damp skin, feeling the taunt muscles of his shoulders. Once more, he pounds into me before the caressing flicks of his tongue turns into sharp biting of his teeth.
The low groan that hums against my skin and the pulsing feel of his dick has me trembling beneath him.
He pulls back from me. Placing a sweet kiss to the tender skin of my neck.
With him still buried deep within me, I open my eyes to him.
Dark eyes study me.
Suddenly he seems uncertain.
Is he thinking this was a mistake?
His brows furrow. He doesn’t say a word.
Is he thinking I made a mistake?
Worry covers his handsome features. My fingers run along the glittering scar that slices up his jaw and kisses his cheek.
Does he know this is the most alive I’ve ever felt? Does he know how badly I wish I’d tried harder in the past?
Does he know how fast my heart’s pounding just for him.
My throat feels tight and I can’t form the words to speak.
I lean into him and he mirrors my actions. My lips brush gently over his and he kisses me with delicate care.
Neither of us speak the confusing words that seems to disappear the moment our mouths touch. We ignore the emotions we can’t understand.
Because the way I feel right now, with his body against mine, makes complete sense.
He kisses me for so long, his hips begin to thrust slowly against mine once more. It’s like he’s starting all over again.
Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe we do have forever.
