Page 41 of Beautiful Dark Temptation

“Is this okay?” he mumbled, shiftingslightly behind me. Absorbing me into his body. My chest tightenedas the words I wanted to say tried to break loose. I didn’t trustthat he wouldn’t use this information against me. He’d been rightwhen he said my family would either kill me or exile me. I shouldwait until I was free of the Brennans to explore my sexuality. ButI wanted this, with him. I wiggled away from his arms and turned toface him. His dark eyes shone with a brilliance against the dark.So fucking beautiful. I brushed my fingers across his forehead,moving the curls out of the way. His hair had grown since we shavedit during the hazing. A regret I kept burrowed behind my taintedheart. I grazed the scar just over his left ear. “What happenedhere?” I asked.

“It’s a reminder of my second chance,” heresponded.

He was so beautiful. A perfect canvas ofart. “I’m glad you got a second chance,” I said like an idiot. Mycheeks burned with a blush.

He shifted slightly, with a smile. “I lied,”he admitted.

I felt my body tense up. “About?”

“I won’t rat you out, so you don’t have tokill me. Your secret, this,” he grinded against my hard dick withhis thigh, “will always be just between us.”

And then he smiled. I wanted to find outwhat secrets he hid under his dark eyes, how he managed to makethem shine whenever he smiled.

I was so doomed.

Leaning into him, I brushed my lips againsthis own. He inhaled sharply. I pressed deeper, just a gentle kiss.Tasting him. But Tomás wasn’t one to be tamed. Wasn’t one to wait.He jumped on me. His body over mine, straddling my hips, andsavagely claimed my mouth. He tasted of toothpaste. He must’vegotten up sometime in the middle of the night to brush his teethand I hadn’t even felt him.

I opened up to him, feeling his heated skinagainst my body. He grinded against me. The sensations almost toomuch for me. This had been what I had wanted for such a long time.To feel complete. Real. Not to fake it. Not an act. But to be mytrue self.

I tried to think of what I wanted to do tohim, but it was difficult with his lips on mine. The fucker was agood kisser. He explored my mouth as if it were treasure. Histongue licked, sucked, and he nibbled my lips, then delved formore. I felt his racing heart against my chest. His arms trembledbeside me as he held himself up.

Slowly, he pulled back, his eyes dilated.Then we were just breathing. “Was that okay?” he whispered,peppering me with kisses along my jaw. His hard length perfectly onmine. “Why can’t I stop kissing you?”

I didn’t want him to stop kissing me.

How he had managed to claim me in bed wassomething I’d have to review later. “Yeah,” I breathed out. “It’sperfect. Don’t stop.”

Fuck me. When had I gone soft?

He shifted. Nope. Soft was not a word I’duse to describe me right now.

“I want more, Kieran,” he whispered into myear.

I cupped his face and pulled him away. “Noone can ever know about this,” I said, putting enough authority inmy voice to show him I wasn’t playing around. “This happens once.Then we forget about it.”

He nodded. “You can trust me.”

I wanted to. I did. But I didn’t. I kissedhim anyway. This time, I forced him onto his back and straddledhim. His fingers grazed my upper arm, and he trailed my glucosemonitor. I’d forgotten I had left it on. “Does it bother you?” heasked.

“No.”

“Does it hurt?”

My heart warmed. No one ever asked me that.“No. It’s just a part of me.”

He smirked, a blush on his cheeks. Withoutwarning, he dropped me on the bed, climbing over me as if it werenothing, pinning my wrists above my head and leaning down to lookat me. “I want to hear you cry out my name.”

“You’ll have to work for it,” I said like anass. Then I remembered we weren’t alone. Although I didn’t hear theguys anywhere, they had to be home. I had to keep it quiet. We hadto be careful.

That thought got scattered to nothing whenhe smirked. He released my wrists and trailed kisses down my chest,twirling his tongue around my nipples. I arched into him, my dickleaking. He slipped lower, looking at me for direction. I couldn’tgive him any. The words got stuck in my throat. Then he smirked andlicked his lips. His pupils blown.

Oh, fuck. I wasn’t going to last. I knew itthe moment his lips hovered over my tip and his eyes lifted to mineas if asking for permission I couldn’t give him. He didn’t need it.His tongue slipped out and he licked my slit, then he took mylength in his mouth, his tongue doing something to my shaft thatmade my whole body break out in heat. I’d had more than a dozenblowjobs with girls, but this, with him, shocked all my nerveendings into firing all at once. I was gone and didn’t even care ifI ever made it back.

“Tomás,” I moaned because I couldn’t stop.My hands in his hair, my hips jerking to the motion of his mouth.All of it too damn much. “I’m going to come, baby,” I said, tryingto breathe. “I’m coming. Tomás, please.” I didn’t know what I wasasking for, but I needed it now!

I felt him hum. The vibration the last pieceI needed to shatter into a million microscopic pieces. I came hardinto his mouth. Because Tomás hadn’t pulled away. He took it all.Every last drop and licked my tip as if I were some sort ofmorsel.

“Mmm,” he said, with a heated smile. “Thatwas good.”

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