Page 141 of XO Karma

I’m his.

And there’s not a force in this universe that will rip us apart.

“Please,” he murmurs, placing his hands on my knees, gripping tight. The plea is reverent, addictive. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life. And right now?” His hands slide upwards. “I want to show you how badly I want you. How badly I need you. How inexplicably in love I am with you.” Every ability to say no leaves my brain. I kick out a leg, and he reaches down, tugging off my hiking boot. A moment later, he’s done the same on the other side. “Can I stand?” he asks, and I chuckle, clenching my thighs.

“Such a good boy, asking for permission.” I reach behind, unclasp my bra, and toss it. My nipples pebble in the cold air, and he groans, tugging his lower lip between his teeth as he drinks me in.

“Please, baby?” He rubs his hand down the front of his jeans. “You’re killing me here.” Desperate want pulls at my core, and I understand his sentiment because I have never desired anything more in my life than him inside of me, right here, right now. “What do you need from me?”

“Fuck me,” I demand. Before I can blink, he’s on his feet, fingers expertly finding the button of my jeans, his lips crashing into mine. Like desperate college kids, we fumble with each other’s clothes until we’re both naked. It’s not lost on me we’re completely exposed on the side of the lake. We also just outran God knows who. But those horny receptors are taking over again, and I can’t find it in me to stop. I want him, and I want him now.

Besides, if he can finger-bang me under Jude Westerford’s desk while we’re eavesdropping to solve a murder, surely some lakeside fornication after almost getting shot and confessing our undying love to one another is perfectly appropriate. It’s called trauma fucking. Look it up.

Aster drops to his knees once more, hooking his arms under my legs and tugging my ass to the edge of the cool hood. Hypothermia is but a fleeting thought when the heat of his gaze sears my skin, the lust-fueled fire thrumming through my veins banishing the chill. His finger runs over the bandage from his marking, and he places soft kisses up my opposite thigh, stubble scraping deliciously against my skin, until pausing directly at my center. He lets out a throaty groan, and then his face is buried in my pussy, the vibrations of his enjoyment causing me to writhe and squirm beneath him. The squawk of birds overhead heightens my awareness of our surroundings, turning me feral.

“Such a pretty little cunt.” His dangerous eyes find mine, fingers toying with my entrance. “You ready for more?”

Desperation tugs at my core. “Forget the foreplay.”

“What?” He chuckles.

“I want you inside me.” His brows rise. “Now.”

He stands without hesitation and aligns his tip to my entrance with haste, then pauses, cursing under his breath. “I don’t have a condom.”

I rotate my hips, aching for him. “I’m on birth control.”

He cocks a brow. “You sure?”

“Grim, baby?” I arch my back, thighs tightening, and my etched marking aches, but I can’t find it in me to care. If anything, I’ve already learned I enjoy a little pain with my pleasure. “Please. Please fuck me.”

He laughs, low and sultry. “Who’s the one begging now?”

My eyes meet his in a challenge, but before I can get a snarky response off, he thrusts inside me, and my desperate moans fill the air. He hooks his hand under my knee, the other behind my back, holding me as he fills me to the hilt. He’s mine, and I’m full of him, I’m in love with him, and I’ve never wanted anything more. The exhilarating stretch of my inner walls and the sharp sting from his marking adds to the delicious pressure. His lips mash to mine, and our tongues tangle in a sloppy, beautiful mess.

Even in the crisp dusk air, sweat trickles down our faces. Our hands are a balance of frantic exploration and tender caresses, and when he hits that sweet spot inside, I gasp. The heat of our argument, the gentleness of his love confession, the euphoria of him filling me completely, it’s all too much. My body trembles, nearing closer to the edge.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asks.

I shake my head.

I want him to claim me in every way, even this. Especially this.

“Make a mess of me,” I beg, too frantic and wired to make a demand. The strangled plea drives him wild, his pace turning brutal as he pistons into me, his thumb rubbing over my clit until I explode. My vision darkens, narrows, until it’s only him and the clutching orgasm. With a whimper, he shudders, spilling into me, and moments later, we’re both a huffing pile of tangled limbs. He rests his lips against my shoulder, pressing a soft kiss against my sticky sweat.

“Let me love you forever?” Aster murmurs, the question unguarded and so unlike him.

“Forever is a very long time.”

His emerald eyes meet mine, and he drags a thumb along my cheek. “With you it’ll never be enough.”

His admission settles deep into my bones, wrapping around my heart, and I hope like hell he means it. Because forever with him? There’s nothing in this life I want more.

We dress, and Aster retrieves a blanket from the car. He throws it around my shoulders and sits on the hood, pulling me between his legs as we look out at the lake that’s illuminated by the final remnants of the day before night takes over.

I’ve spent so much time hiding in the darkness alone, and here, with him by my side, I feel like the sun is peeking through, giving me hope that there’s more to life. I’m the dark, Aster’s my light, and together, we’re a beautiful, breathtaking sunrise.

“Baby?” Aster murmurs, pulling me from my thoughts. “I am sorry.” He tightens his hold on me, and I place a hand on his bicep.