Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
I shake my head. Savoring is for later. I’m feeling greedy at the moment. “Right now, I need you before I take my next breath. I’ve waited too long as it is.”
There’ll always be something else—another fugue day, or another Seth, or another room with no privacy. I’m tired of waiting for the perfect conditions. Nothing’s going to ever be perfect, and I’m fine with that. Nothing in life ever is—we make the best of what we have in the moment.
And in this moment, Kalos is with me in the dark, and I’m full of love for him.
I kiss him again, my tongue flicking against his as he pets my pussy, his fingers finding my clit and drawing little wet circles around it. I gasp and whimper a quiet protest when his hand abandons me, but in the next moment his weight is over me, and the heat of his length presses over my sex. He kisses me again, positioning himself. I spread my thighs wider, and he drags the head of his cock through my slick heat.
Just that sensation makes me clench up with hungry need. That feels incredible. I dig my nails into his shoulder, biting back the urge to demand that he fuck me, and fuck me hard.
He pushes into me, hips rocking lightly. I suck in a breath, dazed by the sensation of him inside me. It feels as if he’s stretching my body out, fitting me to him. He feels big and perfect and so good that I want to claw at the blankets with how much I’m feeling.
In the darkness, Kalos gives me another kiss. “Quieter,” he whispers, and thrusts into me deeper.
How am I supposed to be quiet when he’s driving into me? When he’s reminding me how good sex can feel? When he’s giving me everything I’ve wanted ever since the day I arrived here? I try to nod, but then he’s thrusting into me again and it feels so good that my entire body twitches in response. My legs kick and I clench up around him, and I pull him closer.
Kalos puts his hand behind my thigh, hitching my leg up and pressing it back until my knee is near my ear. Then he drives into me again, and this time I can’t help the croak that escapes me, because he’s so deep inside me that I swear to god, he’s tickling my tonsils. It’s like I’m seeing stars with every thrust, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers to me. “Look at how good you’re taking my cock.”
I draw in a shuddering breath. He rocks into me again, with each surge of his body against mine, he’s pinning me deeper into the rickety bed, and I’ve never been fucked so good, so hard, so deep. I don’t care if Omos hears us. I don’t care if Omos gets out of bed to watch. I just need Kalos to never stop what he’s doing, because it feels so good that my entire body is tying itself into knots of pleasure.
The pleasure intensifies with every stroke, and I can feel that delicious, spiraling build of a climax as it escalates. I chase the feeling, digging my nails into his shoulders and raising my hips to meet his, as if force can somehow push me over the edge. Kalos buries his face in my neck, biting down on my collarbone, and the sharp burst of pain-pleasure makes everything in me tighten. I clench, and clench, and clench, and I’m coming so hard that my vision fuzzes.
It’s the best.
His tongue and lips soothe at my love bite as he pounds into me, but I’m beyond caring. I’m floating on a wave of bliss, my orgasm cascading through me as I continue to clench around him. Then he’s coming, too, his body shuddering over mine, and we’re trembling together as we collapse on the rickety bed.
We probably just made an obscene amount of noise.
Don’t care. Assassins could burst in and I wouldn’t have the energy to fend them off. My head throbs and I close my eyes, stifling a groan. I think I just came so hard I gave myself a headache.
He presses another kiss against my neck, right against the spot he bit. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, the bite was nice.” I take a deep breath and the pounding in my head grows worse. “Just gave myself a headache, that’s all. Give me a moment.”
A cool fingertip brushes over my forehead. The headache dissipates like a soap bubble, there one minute and gone the next. My nose tickles, as if a burgeoning sneeze is preparing itself.
I know he’s responsible for my miraculous cure. I pinch one of his buttocks. “You shouldn’t do that. You’re not supposed to be using your powers.”