Page 81 of Exiled


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Burying a smile beneath my teeth, I duck my head, pressing it to his pec.

Groaning, he cards his fingers through my hair, holding me there. “That’s it,” he pants. “Take what you need. Whatever you want,” he mumbles as I suck at his skin, gnawing at him, right over the firm swell of his pec. “Kill me for all I care.”

Ignoring that, I burrow my fingers down his boxers, my stomach fluttering at the feel of his short, rough pubes scraping at my smooth skin. His cock is rock-hard against the heel of my palm, yet silky to the touch. And he’s warm, so warm. Andthicktoo—much thicker than me—almost too thick for my fingers to wrap around when I tug him free.

I pant into his damp skin, my body shuddering.

So much sensation…so many startling different textures…

It should be overwhelming, and I suppose it is, but only in the best way possible.

He moans my name again and I slide my mouth over his chest, loving the way the hair scratches and tickles at my lips along the way. I find a nipple, and poke my tongue at it, curious. When he shivers, I smile, pulling the rigid bud between my teeth.

“Jesus!” he gasps, arching into me.

He likes that.

Given all the encouragement I need, I suck and nibble at his nipple for a bit, if only to elicit more of those deep-chested purrs vibrating his chest.

He tastes so good—salty, like the ocean. Heady, like the earth.

And something that’s just him—undefinable and addictive.

I don’t know what’s happening to me. It’s as if something hidden deep inside me has yawned to life, and crawled its way to the surface, taking over my body, quieting my brain and all the second-guessing I’d normally do.

Be it the near-death experience, the darkness of the cave, the dream I was having still clinging to my awareness, or the simple, inexplicable fact that Nolan’s body is laid out for me like a platter to feast upon, something I never in a million years thought I’d have…

I have no idea.

All I know is his little groans and grunts and praises are a siren song I can’t ignore—the taste of him a drug I can’t resist—and hell if I’m going to dwell on all the why’s of it now. Not as long as he lets me have this.

I move to his left nipple and play a little with that one as I slide my hand lower, fully encasing his heavy cock in my palm. My fingertips brush his balls and his entire body draws up like a rubber band about to snap.

Humming in pleasure, I slither down his body, leaving kisses and bites in my wake. His firm abs clench, rippling against my lips…my tongue…

My free hand splays across his chest, sliding down with me, blunt nails scoring his skin following the path my mouth laid out for it.

With the hand still holding his cock, I stroke my fist up, twisting my palm around his fat crown, just like I like it when I touch myself.

He seems to like it too based on his little hisses and thrusts into my hand. He shifts under me, and then he’s shoving his jeans and briefs down over his ass, giving me better access.

Wetting my lips, I peek up at him, but only for a split-second. Not wanting to lose my courage, I slide my fist down, gripping him at the root. I dip my head, and lap my tongue at his slit, catching a hot, salty drip of pre-cum.

Nolan gasps, body jerking. I press my other hand down on his stomach. Not that I’m in any way strong enough to hold him down, but he gets the message and eases back, chest heaving with deep, ragged breaths that echo off the cave walls.

I suckle at the head, moaning at his taste.

God, and the way it feels, his weight against my tongue, his thickness stretching my lips…

Sparks of pleasure pop off all throughout my body, sending rippling, toe-curling satisfaction thrumming through my veins.

And for a moment, all I can do is slump against him, slide my eyes shut, and sigh around him in relief, mouth stuffed full with cock.

Nolan’scock.

How dare Canaan try to steal this from me? How dare they try to taint something that feels so good, so right?

And for what? Because clearly they failed. Spectacularly so.

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