Page 92 of XO Karma

“I trust you,” she says, and fuck, if my heart doesn’t squeeze at the admission. I press a searing kiss to her lips. Our tongues tangle, sloppy and addicting, as I roll my hips, eliciting a pretty whine.

“I trust you too, baby,” I murmur, reaching down to stroke gently over her clit. She bucks her hips, and my dick throbs as it hits her inner walls. She’s panting, squirming, gasping for air, and I thrust in a steady rhythm, bringing us closer to the edge as spots dance in my vision. Her inner walls grip my cock, and she cries out, fingers sliding in my hair and gripping hard.

“Don’t stop,” she pants, body trembling.

“Wouldn’t dare.” My chest heaves, eyes fluttering shut. With every soft whine that slips from her sweet lips, euphoria takes over, bringing me nearer to that beautiful place. “You take me so well, pretty girl. You feel so fucking good.”

She screams, reaching her final apex with a shudder, and my body free-falls after. Chills scatter along my spine, cock pulsating until I’ve emptied my entire seed into the condom inside her.

As we struggle to catch our breath, her glassy blue eyes meet mine, and she pants, “Guess you caught me.”

I rub my finger against her cheek. “And I’ll never let you go.”

29

LILY

Somewhere between the art museum and Amara’s party, I must have fallen and hit my head, because I just awoke in Aster Blake’s bed, sans clothes. It seems I was charmed by the bourbon spitting and the Grim Reaper costume and his stupid, incessant need for protecting me.

He murdered someone to keep me safe, and instead of calling the police or booking him a one-way ticket to a grippy sock vacation, I fucked the man!

I really need to reconsider my methods of Karma punishment, because orgasm should not be one of them.

A throaty little groan leaves his lips as he rolls over, putting an arm around my waist, tugging me close to his warm chest. And I hate myself for loving it.

For indulging in the way my body molds into his.

It’s the first time in months I’ve truly felt safe.

Which is a bit ironic, considering how dangerous he is.

He would never hurt you.

“If you could stop freaking out about this, I would really enjoy another ten minutes of snuggling,” Aster rasps out while brushing a lock of hair off my shoulder, and I choke on a laugh. Did he just say snuggling?

I spin in his arms until we’re face to face. “I’m not freaking out.”

“Aw.” He boops my nose. “You’re very cute when you lie.”

My brows furrow. “I’m an excellent liar.”

“Maybe.” He brushes another hair out of my face, and I lean into his touch. “To someone who hasn’t spent the last month memorizing you.”

“Coming on a little strong there, Grim,” I tease, trying to ignore the way every word he says does something funny to my insides.

“You fell for me first.” His brow cocks as he drags his thumb along my bottom lip, and I struggle to breathe.

“I fell out of a tree.”

“For me,” he says with a smirk that causes me to clench my thighs.

“You could have at least caught me.”

“Don’t worry. I’d never make that mistake twice.” His eyes fall to my lips, then wander back to mine. “Are you making me pretend last night didn’t happen, or can I kiss you again?”

“Only if you promise not to fall in love with me.”

“Sorry, baby.” He grips my hips, and I squeal in laughter as he tugs me on top of him to a straddle position. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” My stomach somersaults as he grips my jaw and tugs me towards him. A full-toothed smile fights its way across my face. Then our lips meet, and I melt into him once more. The grooves of our bodies blend like puzzle pieces. Heat pools between my thighs, and after a moment too brief, he rolls us so he’s on top, presses one last kiss to my mouth, then crawls off the bed.