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I licked my lips, pulled in air, but couldn’t speak, so I just grabbed his shoulders. Squeezed. Tightened my legs around him, trying to pull him into me.

That was enough. He surged forward, driving inside, and I cried out, arching, opening, moving with him, craving his heat and strength, this slick, hard, rhythmic fucking. His big body blocked out all the light, his big cock filled me, each heavy stroke working all my sweet spots. Lit up, with heat, emotion. Legs winding, arms clinging, whimpering with each pounding stroke. Torn between giving in to that desperate urgency, wanting all the pleasure now, now, now, and wanting it to last forfuckingever.

But it wasn’t up to me. I was caught in a torrent much stronger than me, and it was launching me out into that wild, mindless nowhere of delight.

After, I floated back, feeling soft and renewed. As fresh as the dawn.

I held him tight, as if clinging arms could keep anyone close. I knew that it was way more mysterious and complicated than that. But something about touching this man transformed me. I felt powerful, charged with energy and magic, like someone to be reckoned with. I couldn’t resist that feeling. I craved it.

And that made me feel so vulnerable and exposed.

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Shane

The tight, fluttering pussy clenches around my cock were amazing. I never wanted them to end. So sweet. So hot.

She hugged me, arms and legs squeezing me tight while the aftershocks faded. Her pussy was still clutching my dick, delicately clinging to me. Her nails dug in, keeping me close. I was collapsed over her body. Gasping for breath.

It hit me all at once, the shit trouble I was in. I’d opened all those doors in my mind for her. Blasting them off their hinges with no regard for all the bad shit that was behind them. And now it was flying out into my face. And oh,fuck.It was bad.

I pulled out of her, flopping over onto my back. She cuddled up next to me. Now was the part where I should pull her into my arms, cuddle her, nuzzle the top of her head. Lazy kisses, murmured conversation. Secrets, confidences, sweet nothings.

And I wanted to. I wanted it bad, but there was a vortex in my guts, and it was dragging me down. It was all I could do to just not get sucked straight down into hell.

I had nothing left for pillow talk.

She sat up, putting her hand on my chest. “Shane? Are you okay?”

I wanted to lie, but couldn’t. “No.”

She placed a hand on my chest. She didn’t start in with the clumsy platitudes, or demand reassurance. She just waited quietly while I struggled.

“I should have known,” I ground out.

“Known what?” she asked gently.

I didn’t know how to say it. “I turned off my feelings, in Halliwell’s jail,” I said. “With you, they turn back on all at once. Like a landslide. And I’m fucked.”

“I’m here.” Her hand pressed down on me, fingers tightening.

I stared up at the ceiling. My gut was clenching, my breath shortening. It was getting worse, not better. Like a screaming hurricane inside me. A sense of deadly urgency, like I could snap. I had no idea who I was, in that state. What I was capable of.

“You should go,” I told her harshly.

“But I don’t want to leave you when?—”

“It’s not safe to be with me right now. Go, Red. Right now.” I lifted her hand off my chest and shoved it away. “Go!” The ugly energy into my voice rocked her back. “Get the fuck out of here. Now.”

She slid off the bed, picked up her nightgown, tossed it on. Then she stalked out the door without saying another word, chin up, back straight. Regal as a goddess.

Who would have thought I could feel even shittier. But that was one thing that Halliwell had taught me. There was no end to how bad things could get. No bottom.

You could just keep going straight down forever.

CHAPTER14

Cass

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