Page 95 of Kings of Desire
Sure, I know that it was just me thinking that way, but at least for a few seconds, I needed to believe it’s true. To find a reasonable explanation for what I was doing, except for the reality. I was an exchange currency in a deal.
I felt him move as a tidal wave crashes on the rocks, over and over again, with lost breaths and eyes tighten, until I couldn’t breathe myself.
My feet were aimlessly searching the sheets. My limbs only tangling more the further they stretched into the sea of silk, until all power was lost, and I was becoming clay in his hands.
Probably sensing I was losing all my strength, he caught me in an embrace, raising my body until he was sitting on the pillows, and I, with my knees gripping both sides of his waist, on top of him.
He seemed even larger from this point, so big that I couldn’t even move- though that wasn’t a problem since he decided to do it for me. Gripping my waist, he was handling me like a snowflake, guiding my body to move against him slower, then faster, until feeling him inside was becoming a pleasure I could barely handle. And yet I still craved for every single move, each thrust to make me discover what I wasmissing out on.
But, as usual, his unique nature had to blow things ‘Good girl,’ he barked with the satisfaction of the man who knew exactly what he was saying,
‘Fuck you, Brax.’
He suddenly stopped, taking his hands away from my waist and placing them on the sides of his body. ‘Go ahead, do it. Fuck me!’ He spoke waiting for me to go through with my words. ‘Move,’ he ordered again, using all his specific accent of superiority. Though this time, I couldn’t help myself and driven by the situation I was in, I let my palm fall over his face, filling the room with a powerful clasp.
Maybe I was utterly insane, but I wanted to do it again, bring some sense into him, though the second time, he caught my hand, drawing it behind my back as his lips finally came crashing down on mine.
He was devouring everything I meant, and I could feel that vibrating like two magnets when uniting. Stronger and stronger with every time he was pushing himself inside of me, flexing that impressive mass of muscles to keep me moving against him through faded moans and victory groans, as tiny drops of our sweat were moistening the sheets beneath us. It felt good. It felt like we were supposed to do this all along. Like our bodies together were designed to do this all along!
There was passion and there was lust. No one could deny that, while for maybe the first time, I saw another side of Brax. He was kissing me like there was no tomorrow, entrapping a part of us forever in this room as for that moment in time, he wasn’tfuckingme, as he liked to say, he was making love to me.
The fire I knew that burned within him was torching me with its lava heating flames. Consuming me. Breaking me. Building me!
It was so far from being a deal in those seconds, the same way we were far from ever being two strangers. The ropes of fate were tightening around us with every moan of incoming ecstasy, with every kiss that wasn’t in any way mechanical, but heartfelt.
But then he broke off his lips from mine, shaking his head as if some kind of monster got inside of him, losing something in that short second from when he had disappeared until he returned to me.
His mouth was far away to reach me, as he whirled us both until my back was resting on the sheet and he was on top of me again, staring straight into my eyes, trying to establish total domination over me.
‘Look at me,’ he groaned between that unthinkable tempo he was setting in our bodies, though my eyes were refusing his command, being driven by a much stronger force to wander across the room in search of something, anything to keep the tormenting rapture that was building inside of me under control.
‘Fucking look at me,’ he barked again, driving his hand under my chin to get me to face him.
I recognized exactly what he was doing, searching for that pleasure to ignite inside of me again, gathering the results of our carnal encounter, yet at the same time, casting away all feelings.
Once more, he was ice cold, searching for only what he came here for, making me realize that no matter what will happen today or tomorrow, or maybe for the rest of his life, he won’t ever let anyone in.
A tear rolled from the corner of my eye, rolling off my face and dropping on the sheet as I was beginning to feel sorry, though it wasn’t for me. I felt sorry for him.
In a way, I wished to stop him from obtaining what he wanted, not provide him with the satisfaction of seeing me enjoying this. But he kept working on that damned spot that made me disintegrate, faster and stronger while the darkened gaze with all primordial thoughts was forcing my own body to betray me.
Against my wish, I felt myself tightening around him as waves of sinful euphoria were running through me at the same time as his deep long groans filled the room, breaking eye contact and bringing him to push his head against my shoulder as the same waves were devouring him.
Maybe the foolish girl inside still had hope in the world, in the people around her, or maybe it was just the heat of the moment, but only a few minutes after it was over, I had to ask ‘Would you stay for a little longer?’ Even though I knew where he needed to go, I wanted him for a little more for myself. I knew he had a few more hours before he needed to leave to get them anyway.
Though my question managed to do exactly the opposite, as in the next second he was pulling up his boxers and pants as if I had just burned him with my request.
‘Bea, there’s something you should know about me. I am a monster, and people don’t love monsters. They fear them.’ His shirt was back on, as he was heading to the door. ‘I’ll return with your family.’
Chapter 21
Ithink I remained there for hours. The hours I wanted him to lay with me. I may even have cried a little, but then something beyond crying came, a silence that was bringing me closer to Ferris’s madness. And maybe I needed that, considering the alternative.
What’s done was done, and nothing could turn back the clock, so I just needed to go further, but it was so much easier said than done when the extra hour spent in the tub has made me feel even more used than I already felt.
I was broken, but I was soon to be whole with only ticks on the clock separating me from seeing Natalia and Sebastian again. It was going to be some time in the morning I suspected, although I couldn’t tell yet. The only thing I did know was that it was impossible for me to find sleep.
Standing up from the tub, I decided to do something with my time, though deep down I already knew what I was doing withmy time.I was letting my heart break because of Brax, as the sensation of him still being around was resting between my thighs.
