Page 42 of Dark Awakening

She gasps in pleasure, trembling. I grip her breast with my free hand and savagely tug on her sensitive nipple. “You taste like pure ecstasy, Angel.”

My head swims with thoughts and sensations. My fingers slowly spread her wet petals, pushing in one digit and then two until she is filled with me.

Fuck, she’s so tight!

I struggle to push my thick fingers deep inside her, eagerly dreaming about how her tight walls will feel encasing my engorged cock.

I can’t wait for the pleasure of fucking her wetness. A guttural moan escapes the back of her throat as blissful pleasure floods through her.

She shouts my name like a prayer, “Rhyland!”

I look deep into her eyes with an intensity that makes her shiver. “Say it again when you come around my fingers, Angel.”

My lips hungrily attack her pert, pink nipples. I bite down hard and then soothe it with a gentle suck. Her moans are like sweet honey to my ears as I plunge two fingers deep into her wet depths. I expertly rub her tight bud, with my thumb sending tremors throughout her body.

“Come for me, Angel. Let me hear your dirty screams. You know I’m the man who will take you to heaven.”

She grips my fingers tightly with her inner walls, and a searing sensation spreads through me.

She is almost panting as she moans out my name, “Rhy…OH, god.” Her voice reverberates off the walls, sending shivers down my spine.

“That’s right, baby. Let go.”

She screams in pleasure, and her pussy clenches around my fingers with wave after wave of ecstatic bliss. Her orgasm keeps rolling over me like thunder as I thrust my fingers deep inside her, pushing her higher and higher.

I let out a string of filthy obscenities through gritted teeth and feel ready to blow in my jeans. She clamps down even harder around my fingers as pleasure wracks her body, and I know I've found heaven. A feast of creamy ecstasy lay sprawled over my digits, the rapture seeping down the counter onto the floor.

My god, she’s pure fucking nirvana. “Perfect,” I tell her.

Once she cries out in bliss and her body trembles with pleasure, I pull my digits out of her dripping wetness, and I suck and lick and savor every drop of her orgasmic essence off my fingers, letting it linger in my mouth. The taste is too much to bear, sending a shock wave directly to my groin as I let go inside my pants with a grunt.

Her flavor is like an explosion of pleasure like a thousand rays of sunlight cascading down my soul. Her beauty is undeniable, and she's fucking perfect in every way.

I want to bend her over this counter and fuck her into oblivion. I need to steady my nerves. I grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to look up at me submissively. I pounce upon her soft lips with fervid hunger, my tongue pushing through the inviting entrance of her mouth. I can taste the sweet nectar of her mouth—intoxicating like ambrosia.

My mouth moves away from hers as I utter in a low whisper, “Taste yourself, Angel. You taste like pure sin.”

She whimpers hungrily with my tongue in her mouth, pushing against me as if I were her only lifeline. I love how she craves me like this, begging for what I can give her. I won’t let her have it all just yet.

I want to savor her and make her beg for me. I remove my lips from her succulent mouth and whisper wickedly, “Don’t rush it, Angel. I want you aching and begging for this hard cock.”

Her breath hitches, and her body trembles as she takes a deep breath.

Is it fear that causes her to shake like this? Or guilt? Her orgasm? I can’t tell what's going through her mind, but I know something is amiss. My heart sinks as I lock my gaze with hers, searching for some sign of truth. Fear grips me as I detect a spark of wariness in her eyes that wasn’t there before. She breaks the uneasy quiet with a timid nibble on her lip. The tension in the room is palpable, and my stomach churns with trepidation. What have I gotten myself into?

I growl fiercely against her lips, "Tell me."

She flinches slightly at my intensity before replying. Her voice is throaty and raw. “It’s impossible to separate the physical and emotional with you. You consume my senses so completely.” She takes a shaky breath, holding my gaze. “I can’t deny our connection, as terrifying as it is.”

She seems earnest, her emotions laid bare. But what if I’m wrong? What if this is all a dangerous illusion? The hope kindled inside wars with instinctive distrust.

I search her eyes, willing the walls around my heart to lower. I cannot dismiss the possibility that what lies between us is true and fated. For her sake, as much as mine, I want to have faith we were meant to find each other.

“Help me believe this is real,” I rasp, the vulnerability in my voice surprising me.

I hesitantly inch closer, lightly grasping her neck, our foreheads barely touching. My thumb grazes her jawline as I meet her gaze uncertainly, the moment's intensity overwhelming.

"Angel...I feel the same way," I murmur, caressing her lips and breathing into her ear. "Let me take you to bed."

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