Page 61 of Kings of Lust
‘I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing anymore,’ he sealed my lips with a kiss, letting himself fall on his back and taking me along with him into the water of the swimming pool.
We fell to the bottom, then slowly found our way to the surface, without detaching our lips even for a split second. It was like we needed each other more than the air from above the water, pulsing our tongues to suffice a need that could never be fully fulfilled. It was as if we had just found each other and I was trying to fight off the pain of the thought that we were about to lose ourselves again, living the second with the dooming of saying goodbye. And I couldn’t. I couldn’t handle such pain, of having him, then being forced to let go.
Because I knewhe would never let me stay.
Not the way I would want to anyway.
Not close to his heart.
Yes, we would probably own each other’s bodies, but never what I craved— his love.
I had to go. At least for the night.
I had to go before it would be too late. Before I would let him break me.
‘Brax...,’ I whispered almost in a moan, trying to separate myself from his grip.
‘Don’t go... Don’t go,’ he covered my mouth again with his, guiding us to the edge of the swimming pool, but not to get out. Just to catch me prisoner between the mosaic tiles and his chest.
His lips never stopped, urging through groans of despair mixed with lust. He was setting all fears free, living just for the moment ofus together.
‘You can’t do this to me, Brax.’
‘I can’t stop it either.’ His lips moved harder, more passionately, with the intensity of a wild storm. It wasn’t about sex. I didn’t even care about that anymore. It was about the need to stop him from claiming the last part of me he didn’t already own. It was about me trying to survive, and him drowning me in frenzied kisses until his scent was infiltrating my lungs.
In all the storms of passion plunging upon us, Brax stopped for a second to place the bottle that never left his hand on the edge of the swimming pool. A reminder that he was drunk.
‘Brax!?’
‘Yes, baby.’
‘You’re drunk.’
‘Maybe I am, but nothing about this moment is fake,’ he caught my bottom lip between his own ‘I want you. I want you so fucking bad, I can’t even control myself.’
I couldn’t stop a gasp, acknowledging that what he said was true. I’d seen it in his gaze before. The viciously cruel mask he puts on every single time he knew I was looking. And the anguished torment reflected in his eyes when he knew I wasn’t.
We kissed until our lips began to feel sore and all lights seemed to be fading, letting our moment of ardent passion lose itself beneath the steam rising from the pool.
Unable to hold on to any sense of morality or self-preservation, my legs wrapped around him asking for him to own me again. He was so right. He wasn’t fucking done with me. Far from it. And I was accepting that with each one of my stumbling sips of air.
He slowly pushed the cups of my dress down, but stopped as if asking for permission. So strange yet almost heartwarming for him to do that.
I didn’t say either no or yes, just let my head fall back, eagerly awaiting his lips to merge with my breasts. And he didn’t waste any time listening to my desire. With uncontained hunger, he claimed my tips, rolling his tongue over the hardened nubs as if a lion spoiling himself on his prey.
‘I want you... Iwantyou,’ the groaned request was making me wetter than the water in the pool, driving his hands to replace his lips as he lowered me slowly to welcome him inside of me.
‘Oh, God!’ I mewled, stretching to accommodate his arousal, feeling him so large that I feared he would make something tear.
‘God is so far away from here now,’ he growled, driving himself gently, yet incredibly deep.
I arched, ready to renounce myself in whatever game he was playing, but a simple request changed everything, ‘Stay with me.’ I was to remain there, not wasting a single second drifting away to paradise. Just living there with him, in the heaven he was creating.
He never let me lose myself, making sure I knew exactly what was happening to me, so real that his touch seemed to be intensified a thousand times over my skin.
His thrusts found a rhythm that was awakening each one of my senses, building them up with a master’s craftsman’s skill to a rapturous feeling, getting my legs to fully wrap over his, drawing him even deeper within me. I couldn’t get enough of Brax, no matter how hard I tried. His kisses weren’t enough, his clutched hands weren’t enough, his pushes aiming for the pit of my stomach weren’t enough to still my undying need for him.
I needed every breath of air he had to give. Every second of raw truth, because I feared the moment he would claim back his mask and sink into the lie he was mastering.
