Page 45 of Darkest Kiss

Biting my lower lip, I shift my ass so that his cock nestles against my butt. He gives half a groan.

The sound lights up all the synapses in my fucking brain. I press back against him, needing more. More of his groans, his warmth, his excitement. His hand slides down to grip my hip once, twice, three times.

I lean my head back, sleepy, greedy, almost drunk on sensation. Rian thrusts against me, still mostly asleep. A low growl bursts free and I can feel it rumbling through my chest.

"Pretty girl," he murmurs. "What are you doing?"

My cheeks glow. "I want..."

I can't finish my sentence, too embarrassed. But need still suffuses me.

I'm hungry for his touch. Starving, actually. And there's no drug in my system, forcing me to feel this way this time. He's just fucking hot.

I grab his hand and snake it down my stomach. His fingers splay across my skin, hot and possessive, and I hear his breath catch.

"Noemi." His voice is thick with sleep and something darker. "You sure?"

I answer by pressing his hand lower. His fingertips graze the waistband of my panties and I arch my back, pushing my ass against his cock. He groans into my neck, low and rough, and the sound is so filthy that I clench my thighs together.

"Fuck." He rolls his hips against me, his cock grinding between my cheeks. Even through the fabric of his boxers and my underwear, I can feel how hard he is, how thick. My whole body pulses in response.

His hand slips beneath the elastic of my panties. I gasp and he freezes, his fingers hovering just above where I need them.

"Tell me." His lips brush my ear. "Say it out loud."

"Touch me." It comes out as a whisper. I've never said those words to anyone in my life. My cheeks burn, but I don't take it back.

His fingers slide through my wetness and he makes a sound against my shoulder that vibrates through my entire body. "You're soaked, pretty girl."

I grab his wrist, not to pull him away but to press him closer. He circles my clit with two fingers, slow and deliberate, and I bite down on a moan that would probably wake up every neighbor in this building.

"Don't hold back." He nips at the curve of my neck. "Nobody can hear you but me."

I stop holding back. His hand makes a squelching sound that’s embarrassing and loud. But I don't care, because his fingers are working me in these tight, lazy circles that build and build. His cock pushes against my ass in a rhythm that matches his hand. I reach back to grab his hip, pulling him closer.

"Harder," I demand. “Please?”

Rian’s fingers press and circle in a faster rhythm. I roll my hips into his hand, chasing it, needing more. His cock rocks against me and he's growling continuously now, these low animal sounds that rumble through his chest and into my back. I think I can feel a small pool of wetness escaping his cock.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this." His teeth scrape my shoulder. "Watching you sleep, knowing you were right there, knowing I could never..."

I turn my head and catch his mouth. The kiss is sloppy and sideways, imperfect. He groans against my lips and his fingers speed up. His hips snap against my ass in a way that makes the bed creak over and over.

I'm close. I can feel it building at the base of my spine, tightening like a fist. His fingers find exactly the right spot. I break away from his mouth to gasp my eyes closing, everything in my body tightening.

"Fuck, pretty girl." His voice is wrecked. "Come for me. Right now."

I shatter against his hand. My whole body locks up and I cry out, my fingers digging into his forearm as the orgasm tears through me. He holds me through it. He moves his hand in slow circles that drag it out until I'm twitching and oversensitive. I have to grab his wrist to make him stop.

His cock is still painfully hard against my back. I reach behind me, wrapping my fingers around him through his boxers, and he hisses.

"Let me," I plead. Turning my head again, I capture his mouth as I fumble with his cock.

For a second, he lets me stroke him through the fabric. His hips push into my grip and his breathing turns ragged. Then he grunts and his hand closes over mine, gentle but firm.

"No." He pulls my hand away and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. "Not like this."

"Why not?" I squirm, trying to turn over, but his arm tightens around my waist.