Page 111 of Hostile Fates


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Our mouths in a sudden frenzy, she took full advantage, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I groaned my need for her while sinking between her bare thighs.

Moaning herself, those long legs rubbed against my hips and legs.

I couldn’t hold back. I surged my clothed hips into her, so fucking hungry to sink inside of her perfection. Good God her kisses were like finding the secret to life. Her taste, her touch, her silky mouth… all had me undone with merely a swipe of her tongue. I wanted to spread her wide and show her what my tongue could do.

I wanted to slide my throbbing dick inside her core and make a whole other claim… but I knew she was in no shape for that, mentally. I had to treat this angel with the care she deserved. Not a horned-up biker fucking every part of her he could find.

So, using all the self-control I possessed, I pulled my mouth from hers. Struggling to breathe, I managed to say, “Sleep.”

Her seductive lips parted, and she laid her head on the pillow to stare at me. Her breath was as uneven as mine. “Do you not want to be with me?”

I laughed. I was tortured and full of desire. “More than almost anything.”

Her expression showed insecurity. “Then why do you always pull away?” Then that expression turned to a false seduction. “If you don’t let me have sex with you, how can I ever repay you for all you’ve done for me?”

And there it was.

Tragically.

Now unable to breathe properly for a different reason, I rested my hand on her chest, over her heart. “Here is where we are our best.” I swallowed, hating what she had just offered me. “Babe, your body is for me to treasure someday. Not for you to offer as payment.”

Holding still, I let her peer inside my soul, hoping she would see how sincere I was. There was a ninety-nine percent chance she was going to have a night terror about rape and abuse in a couple of hours. How could I, in good conscience, have sex with her right before that?

Lying next to her sacred body that I wanted to ravish, I pleaded, “Keep trying to trust me, babe.”

She rolled into my side, resting her cheek and arm on my chest. “Just more confusion. Sex is what has always been asked of me.” The tip of her pointer finger circled a tattoo. “Here I am, actually wanting the act, for once, yet…” She shrugged.

I leaned my head to hers. “You sound so sad, but I just want—”

Not lifting from my chest, her head moved so she could peer up at me. “I am sad. Would you be unkind to me during sex?”

Blink. Blink. “Fuck no—”

“See? I know that, but I don’t know what that truly is.” The most dejected tear dripped from her to my chest.

Kill. Me. “Baby—”

“Show me.” Her eyes filled to the brim. “Show me the gentle side…” she whispered, “of what I’ve never known.”

The truth?

She was asking for something I’d never known either.

I’d only fucked. Hard.

Making love?

I offered, “How about we start slow? I could go down on you—”

“No. I’ve never had that. I want you to show me what I’ve had, and how wrong it was, or how it can be right.”

The fact that Lorenzo never kissed her lips or core had me truly wondering what kind of man he was. Since I’d met her, I’d dreamt of ravaging her pussy like a man who’d lost his mind.

Possibly sensing my building surrender, she slowly lifted her mouth to mine. “Please.” Ever so gently, her lips brushed mine. “Please.”

This was the night Elle and Lynx were each going to have their own first, but together.

My brain no longer having a say because my compassion took over, I opened my mouth, letting this woman in, in so many ways. I was going to be more aware of a woman’s body than I’d ever been before. I was going to read her every cue. I was going to listen to her every breath.

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