Page 37 of Sustaining
His quiet words fan across my neck, and all I can think about is how much effort he puts into trying to wash away all the terrible thoughts people associate with demons.
But he can’t hide what he is. And I don’t want him to. Not from me.
I hold his gaze, processing the quiet fear that I see in his gaze. He’s terrified he’ll hurt me.
Maybe he’s terrified of showing me exactly who he is underneath.
What he doesn’t realize is, I already know.
Without another word, I press my lips softly to his. I take careful, slow kisses from his lips until I need so much more than just the careful kisses we’ve shared during our relationship.
A groan shakes through the salty air, and I look over his shoulder toward the sound of it. Rime’s hips thrust slowly with perfect rhythm. Chaos grips the banister with one hand while his other tangles through pale-blond hair from over his shoulder.
A heavy breath falls from my lips, and I don’t realize I’m rocking my hips, mirroring their movements with all the want that’s pent up inside me.
The two of them fuck like they’ve done this a thousand times, like they know each other completely, like they know just what the other needs.
And they do.
The way they move together, the way Rime’s hands slide down the hard lines of Chaos’ ribs and stomach makes my sex ache for more.
Sinister gives me just that.
The slightest shift slides him until his cock glides against my entrance. I gasp from the teasing feel of him, and Rime’s lust-filled eyes meet mine, his groan matching mine, fueling mine. Sinister takes my chin and pulls my attention back to him. His dark gaze holds mine and with controlled carefulness, he guides my pussy down his shaft. He fills me so slowly the breath in my lungs holds inside until he’s fully filled me. Hooded eyes linger on mine, and our lips brush against each other but never seal. We focus on the look in each other eyes as his hips grind into mine. The inky pupils in his fiery gaze chase out the color, leaving a minuscule of crimson around the black, and the change seems to trigger something inside him, making his hips thrust harder into mine, sending aching pleasure deep inside me.
One palm grips my ass hard while his other hand holds us firmly in place against the wooden wall next to the door leading to the captain’s quarters. With his cock sliding into me so fast, I can barely catch my breath as that energy deep inside me twirls tighter and tighter, leaving me gasping against his parted lips. The wood behind me shakes with every pounding thrust of his hips, and it isn’t until a low groan from Chaos sounds through the air that I feel all the wild, pent-up lust inside me come crashing down. My release soaks down his shaft with a shaking moan falling from my lips.
And only then does he kiss me. His hand fists through my hair, pulling like he needs a better hold on me—on himself—as he fucks me impossibly harder.
A mixture of pain and pleasure tingles through me, but the intensity of my orgasm doesn’t acknowledge either. All I can feel is waves of release for several long seconds.
Every inch of his body melds against mine, his hips drilling into me, making my thighs clench tightly around him like it isn’t enough. He always has such a strong hold on the darkness inside him. In this moment I want it. I want every completely good and every sinfully bad part of him.
He gives me just that.
“Harder,” I gasp against his lips.
And it seems to enrage his desire.
He thrusts so deeply into me, massaging one spot just right that all I can think about is the way he feels there. Suddenly, it seems that’s all he can focus on as well. Dark eyes drink in the sated look in my gaze, and he slows his pace when he sees something of interest. With unwavering force, he sinks himself in, angling his hips to find the place he realizes I like. Over and over again, he rocks himself hard against my g-spot until I can’t hold his gaze anymore. My nails sink into his skin, clinging to him as every other control I own releases to him. My sex clenches his shaft, taking him impossibly deeper as my orgasm trembles recklessly through me.
A low groan shakes through his chest just before he finally stills against me. His hold on me becomes gentle the moment he comes. The bruising way he held me in place becomes a sweet touch of his hands caressing my body.
His lips stay close while his temple rests along mine. For several seconds, we just stare at each other with sated attention. The pretty glinting color of his gaze returns gradually. The way he looks at me is the sweetest appearance of affection.
I never could have imagined that our lives would lead to here. I waited all those years just to be with him, just like this.
The tingling waves of my release still shudder through me like a reminder. Sinister smiles a lazy, content smile, like he’s thinking the same thing I am.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper against his mouth.
The smile makes his eyes shine, turning the darkness fully back to a pretty shade of crimson once again.
“I’m thinking about how your brows scrunch when you come.” The moment he says it, his smile widens from the ridiculous look I give him.
And here I thought romance was alive and well tonight.
“I’ve heard you make yourself come before, Arrie. I slept outside your bedroom window for over five years.” His fingers push a damp strand of hair away from my face, and I have no idea how this conversation turned into talking about my old pathetic sex life. “I’ve never seen it, though.” His voice lowers as his lips brush mine. “I’ve never felt it. I want to feel everything you have to give me. I want all of it.”
