Page 81 of Marked By Night

Kaos shoots awake with wide eyes. When they find mine in the darkness, his expression morphs from confusion into concern. He reaches over and runs his glowing black hands all over my body, checking for injuries, but there’s no injury his healing magic can fix. This is all emotional. Still, he tries, and that means more than I can express.

When he finds me unharmed, he pulls me onto his lap and wraps me in his strong arms that feel much more like home than anywhere I’ve ever lived. He rocks me softly while running his fingers through my tangled hair.

“Are you okay?” he asks, placing his forehead against mine.

“No,” I whisper back. “But maybe someday I will be.”

We sit like that for a long time. Him, rocking me back and forth, his forehead against mine, and the evil dreams fade back into the dark abyss from which they came. All I can focus on is him and his comforting scent of bergamot and leather. As strange as that combination sounds, he smells comforting, and that’s exactly what I need right now.

His calloused fingers tilt my face toward his and that’s all the invitation I need. I press my lips against his intending to give him a chaste kiss, but it quickly turns into something more as I feel his hard bulge against the fabric of my jeans. I gasp into the kiss, and he sweeps his tongue against mine with a groan. I turn in his arms, pressing my suddenly aching center closer to his.

“Fuck,” he hisses, grasping my hips in a firm hold as I begin to rock against him in slow tantalizing motions. He adjusts, making sure his rock hard member brushes against my clit with every slide. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to hide this—” he thrusts upwards, making me moan, “—from you this entire time.” One of his hands slips up to cup the back of my neck. “With your perfect ass poised right over my cock.”

I start to rock faster as the movement hits my sweet spot with every single motion. “More,” I murmur, voice hoarse with desire, not knowing what exactly I’m asking for, but Kaos knows.

Boy, does he know.

He grips my hair, pulling my head to the side to give him better access to my neck. I moan, loving the sharp sting of my hair being pulled. Kaos grins against me, nipping and sucking the soft flesh and each time applying a different pressure to keep me guessing.

My hips start to work faster of their own accord as the pressure continues to build and build. “Oh shit,” I say, working my body into the perfect frenzy until the pressure becomes too much and I see stars. Vivid fucking stars. My hands and vibrators have definitely not done me justice over the years.

Kaos grips my hips tighter, taking over control of my motions to heighten my climax. He holds them so tightly that I know that I’ll have his fingerprints there tomorrow, but the thought doesn’t bother me. I’d be happy to wear his brand on my skin.

A second later he grunts, thrusting his hips into mine. The moonlight shining through the curtains highlights his expression as he comes, bringing an extra level to the feelings running through my chest. I did that, I fucking put that look on his face.

Little aftershocks flit through my body and I shudder. We both sit there for a moment, panting as we try to come back to earth.

“Fuck, that was hot, Little Flame,” Kaos murmurs against my cheek, chuckling as he turns, pressing a kiss to my swollen lips.

“Yes, it was,” I say, running a hand through my hair. It’s wild and untamable so I decide not to mess with it and throw it up in a loose pony instead. I haven’t showered in two days because I’ve been so anxious, and it slipped my mind, but now all I can imagine is Kaos standing in there with me lathering my back with soap.

Down, vagina. You already had an orgasm for shit’s sake.

Kaos isn’t done with me though. Not in the slightest. He props himself up, leaning over me to capture my already swollen lips with his own. Then he’s pulling my shirt over my head, nimble fingers unclasping my bra as they both land in a heap on the floor. My jeans and panties follow soon after, leaving me bare beneath him.

I give his still clothed body a once-over. “I think this is a little unfair, don’t you?” I feel for the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head. It lands in the pile next to mine. Fitting, I think. “Take your pants off too.”

Kaos complies and the next thing I know he’s completely exposed, his cock dripping with his come, standing at attention for me again. Jesus fucking Christ. He’s huge and he’s already rock solid again.

Do Weavers have a higher libido?

It sure would explain my collection of vibrators.

Snapping back to the moment, I greedily wrap my fingers around him and give him a few pumps. My fingers don’t even touch. He groans, wrapping his hand around mine and encouraging me to squeeze a little harder.

“Like this?” I ask, turning my hand while he guides me.

“Yes,” he grunts, thrusting into my hand. “I need to be inside you. Now. Are you ready for me, my Little Flame?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” I whisper back.

He growls, yanking me toward him so he can line up at my entrance. He runs the tip of his dick through my folds a few times, soaking himself in my juices, then he slowly slides inside. I gasp as a sharp stinging sensation zaps through me, but the pain is quickly replaced with need when he pushes in a little more.

“Are you all right?” he asks, pausing to look into my eyes.

I nod because it’s all I can manage with the sensations shooting through me.

He chuckles. “Then breathe because you’re strangling my cock.”

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