Page 96 of Her Dark Angel

He swallows thickly and releases his grip on my hair. “You’re something else, little devil. Get up here. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me now.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I stand from my kneeled position and straddle his lap. His cock rests hotly against my ass as my hands find Nash’s broad shoulders for support. The feel of his hands roaming over my ass only fuels the fire burning within me, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Nash bites his bottom lip and rubs his cock against my ass, the silver piercings hot against my skin. I moan at the feel of him against me—intimidating and large.

A wicked grin spreads across his lips as he gazes at me through hooded eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Kin.”

My heart seizes in my throat and all I can do is stare at him, wondering if I just heard him correctly. But he doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he lifts me by the waist and lowers me onto his cock, filling me so much I cry out at the intrusion.

Holding onto Nash’s shoulders, I throw my head back and moan. When I bottom out, my thighs meeting Nash’s, I can hardly breathe with him inside me. I had forgotten just how intense his size is. But I’m not complaining in the slightest. It’s a good kind of full. The kind that makes your head spin and your body vibrate with the need for more.

“Fuck, Kin,” Nash groans. His grip on my waist is tight, almost as if he’s worried I’m going to disappear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I can’t respond because it feels like my head is going to explode, so I simply moan and lift myself ever so slightly. Nash helps to guide me up and down his cock, starting slow to allow me to get used to him.

My breathing is ragged and my mind is foggy as we settle into a steady rhythm. I focus on Nash’s shallow breathing and the heat radiating between us because if I think about how good he feels inside of me, it might be my undoing.

“That’s it,” Nash praises softly, our rhythm quickening with each thrust. “I want you to ride my cock like you own it, because you do.”

With his encouragement, I rock my hips back and forth at a pace that has him throwing his head back and groaning deeply, his fingers digging into my hips painfully.

It’s a sight I commit to memory. I have never seen something so haunting yet stunning at the same time.

“Nash,” I moan, my tits bouncing wildly. My hand travels down the front of his chest, roaming over the sharp lines of his abs, feeling as they constrict with each thrust. “I-I’m so close.”

Nash’s hand slides up my stomach and between the valley of my breasts to rest around my throat, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The pressure of his grip on my throat sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my core, making me cry out.

“Keep going, little devil. I want you to come all over my cock.”

Seconds later, his mouth finds my nipples, sucking and teasing. Each flick of his tongue sends me barrelling closer to the edge of the cliff. I try to hold on for dear life, not wanting this moment to end, but between his cock hitting deep inside of me and his tongue teasing my nipples, nibbling and sucking, I’m helpless.

As I fall over the edge, stars dance across my vision and my body explodes with a pressure that sends me dizzy. I cry out Nash’s name so loud I fear the neighbors might hear. But I don’t care. Not when my body feels as though I’m floating on cloud nine.

Nash curses as he grows closer to his release, now guiding my hips because my limbs feel like jello. His hand tightens around my throat, not enough to constrict airflow but enough to add to the dizziness fogging my mind, and his hips meet mine roughly.

He shouts out my name, pressing his face into my neck as he fills me with his release.

I’m breathless as we hold each other and silence settles over us. The intensity of what just happened clings to my body as I try to slow my breathing, but the effort seems fruitless. My limbs ache and my skin feels like it’s on fire, but despite this, I can’t help but smile as I rest my cheek against the top of Nash’s head.

“That was fucking insane,” Nash says against the base of my neck, his breath fanning across my skin. He lifts his head to gaze at me, his eyes soft with a small fire smoldering in the depths of them. “Please stay the night with me.”

I blink at him, his words echoing in my head. Now my heart is beating erratically for a different reason. “Oh, Nash, I don’t know…”

“Please, Kin.”

The plea in his voice melts something inside of me, softening my resolve. I thought he would take me home after what we just did, so the fact he wants me to stay the night with him is unexpected. His eyes are wide as they hold my gaze, waiting for my response.

“Why?” is all I manage to whisper.

Nash swallows slowly and tugs his lip ring between his teeth. “Every fiber of my being is telling me to push you away because it hurts too much to let someone in, to allow them to see the real me for fear they won’t like what they see. But I can’t fucking stay away from you, Kin. I find myself thinking about you when I shouldn’t and can’t get you out of my goddamn head.” He exhales sharply and casts his eyes to where my hand presses against his chest. “Just… please spend the night. I’m too selfish to let you go just yet.”

I know what he means.

Whenever I’m with Nash, I find myself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame, unable to pull myself away no matter how many times I tell myself I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him. But I do and I can’t explain it.

If I think too deeply about what I feel for Nash, it could change everything and I don’t know if I’m ready for that to happen yet.

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