Page 55 of Black Heart

“I want this,” I say, though it comes out more like a plea than a statement.

Kaden turns to face me then, his night vision eyes two bright, toxic orbs. His fingers stop their exploration, and he looks at me for a long moment, then reaches for the waistband of my panties.

There’s no tenderness in his touch, no caution. Just the abrupt, arrogant grip of a man claiming what’s his.

The fabric tears away easily under his firm hold, leaving me bare. I’m certain his eyes are roaming my body unabashedly behind his mask, drinking in the sight of me panting and laid out before him.

It should scare me, having to guess at his intentions, but instead, I’m getting wetter at the thought of the unknown.

He returns to my inner thighs, pushing them apart with a force that has me choking on an inhale.

Kaden’s spread me so wide it hurts, the dull throb of it stirring an unfamiliar craving for more.

There’s a momentary hesitation, then the soft click of a button and his mask retracts, revealing the hardened planes of his face. His eyes meet mine, pinning me in place with their passion. The faint glow from where his mask rests on the top of his head reflects their ravenous shine.

Hungry for more. Hungry for me.

His free hand delves into the slick folds between my legs, smearing the wetness around before sinking two fingers inside me without any warning.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my body unable to stifle an instinctive jolt of pleasure. The sudden pain has me biting down on my lower lip.

A desperate cry escapes me when his teeth graze my clit, then clamp down.

And my cry turns into a scream.

The pain blooms warm and quick, a savage bite of unexpected sensation that forces my back flat against the bed. I grab handfuls of the sheets, my hands cramping from how hard I clench them. I can’t look away from him, even as he devours me with a lavishness that borders on violence.

Kaden doesn’t pause, doesn’t relent, even when the stimulation is so much, it hurts to bear it.

His eyes don’t stray from my face, as if he’s making sure I watch. Watch as he devours me, his mouth glossed with my arousal. I’m bared for him, stretched out and spread wide like an offering. And he’s taking everything.

I don’t realize I’m arching into him until I feel the strain in my muscles. My hands, which had been holding onto anything they could find for support, fly instinctively to his head.

His mouth leaves me then, first pulling my hands off him, then wiping his wet mouth with the back of one before they grasp my knees and press them into the mattress.

My arms curl into my chest at the thought of what could happen next, but he catches both my wrists and yanks my hands to my pussy, commanding, “Keep yourself in this position. Spread yourself open.”

The harshness of his command stirs a wave of heat through my body. I do as he says, parting my slick folds with shaking fingers. Kaden’s eyes blacken at the sight, his gaze lingering on my exposed flesh. He releases a low growl, which sends a shudder up my spine.

Then Kaden’s hand is back between my legs, his thumb circling my swollen clit with slow, torturous strokes that cause my fingernails to cut into my own flesh. I grimace, the pain-pleasure spiral morphing into a pit of torture.

Ilet out a broken whimper when he adds his tongue with no buildup, no teasing tests of patience. Just a carnal, ruthless kiss that has my toes curling and my body thrashing underneath him.

He makes no attempt to soothe or slow down, his actions instead becoming wilder, more brutal. A coppery smell hits the air, and I’m pretty sure it’s my blood. Whether from my nails or from him, I don’t know. I can’t think straight.

Kaden pulls away. Immediately, I whine in protest, but he silences any resistance with a single look, his glare flat yet possessive.

“Spread yourself until you’re stretching to the point of agony.”

The familiar indifference seeping back into his features makes me pause, but then he thrusts his fingers inside me again, harsh and fast.

My quiet whimper transforms into a desperate gasp when his thumbnail finds my sweet spot. The intensity of it is suddenly too much, and I’m borderline sobbing with the overwhelming flood of sensations when I do as he asks.

My body, under his command, opens further, my fingers trembling as they pull apart my folds. Kaden’s tongue is unforgiving, each lash sending sparks and igniting a flame that rapidly grows into an uncontrollable inferno.

I’m not sure when the tears began to fall, but I taste salt on my lips as I throw my head back and surrender to such unrelenting exposure. The edges of my vision blur and I can feel the pressure building, the knot in my stomach ready to snap any moment.

My body jerks as a wave crashes through me, but Kaden pulls back at the last moment, denying my release. He rises from the edge of the bed, observing my blubbering form.

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