Page 58 of Soul Food

I couldn’t believe this was real, but every time his pleasurable bites scraped along my collarbone, I knew it was.

He started walking, but I was more focused on bringing his lips back to mine instead of where he was taking me. I bit into them when his head raised before kissing him with fevered sweetness. He propped me up on the island in my kitchen, and the next thing I knew, he lay me down on the hard surface. His lips were swollen and red like a blood-colored rose after my kissing and biting them. His hair was disheveled and his eyes were wild. A large, heavy palm slid up my robe. Once he reached the top, he undid it a little and a swarm of need built in my pussy.

I needed this. I needed him.

Pushing my robe completely open, a warm hand snaked out and caressed one of my breasts before the touch became firmer, stronger until I was arching my body as he caught my nipple between his fingers and tugged.

“You look like dinner,” he told me as he unbuckled his pants. “My soul food.”

Soul food?There it was again. That strange phrase Amit said at the charity event. Strange or not, I kind of liked it.

He pulled his cock out and my stomach tensed—it was even bigger in person. The way it bobbed forward, tempting me, I only grew further aroused. This was going to hurt. Hopefully, the pain would be brief and the ecstasy much longer.

Grabbing my wrist, he pulled me upright, then he gripped my hips, dragged me closer to the edge where his cock smacked my inner thigh. My desperate need for him trailed down the crack of my ass. I was so turned on. I was drenched, and the desire to be filled by him was overwhelming. I panted and squirmed even as he tried to hold me in place.

“Arms around me,” he commanded.

Slowly, my arms came up, but when I saw his urgency I practically hugged him. “Wait, Amit. Not so fast—”

Too late. I cried and hugged his neck tight as he pressed into my opening and buried himself inside me with one brutal thrust. It didn’t matter how wet and ready I was for him, my body hadn’t done this in a very long time, but fuck, if it didn’t feel perfect just the same. My pussy was throbbing around him already and I hadn’t even come yet.

“Perfect,” he said hoarsely.

I closed my eyes and savored the moment. His pulsing dick and the way we fit should be a musical note itself—I could make words to this single second before he began to move.

His thrusts started out slow. He tilted my chin back and nibbled my neck as he pumped in and out of me. I held onto him, simply doing nothing more than breathing into his ear as he worked our bodies. This was one of those times where I wanted quiet—nothing but the lyrical pants of our breathing. Every time his giant shoulders shuddered, I unraveled further apart, like I was becoming one with him. I didn’t know sex could feel this way—so surreal, like instead of being in a dream—we were the dream. Perspiration dampened our skin, and there was a breathless quality to my lungs but only because I felt like Amit was plunging more than just his dick inside me—but passion, hope, creativity—then that part was over and those gentle pumps became brutal. His movements became a little more like the man I knew him to be—callous and flawless. Each ram into me after that came with precision and pain that morphed into a pleasure I had never known before.

I could do nothing but hold on to him as he blurred Heaven and Hell in my mind and made them one. One hand moved under me and cupped my ass while he placed his free arm underneath my knee, hiking it up high as he fucked me. The room was soon filled with the slap of our skins and my heavy pants became louder and more desperate.

Oh, God. He kept relentlessly hitting the same spot over and over. Tossing my head back, I closed my eyes and let all my other senses control me. The sounds of our bodies, Amit’s labored breaths, the way he pounded into my throbbing pussy as he controlled every aspect, never once giving me a say. My desire coiled tighter in my stomach, and I knew I was about to come. When I opened my eyes, Amit was staring directly at my face. His expression was tortured and drawn tight. He was so alluring, especially when his eyebrows were drawn together in ecstasy.

The intensity of our eyes meeting was all it took.

“Amit!” I cried as I shattered into tiny little pieces. My toes curled as I hugged him and let all the beautiful sensations slamming into my body keep me trapped in my feelings. With my shaking limbs, the light blinked over of us like they always did when I came.

Ignoring it though, Amit slowed, but I knew he hadn’t gotten his release yet. I removed my face from his neck and lifted my head to meet his expression. He looked conflicted as his sad eyes fell on my lips, nose, then back up to my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered as I touched his face and placed my lips across his. He groaned, and it made me feel powerful. It made me feel beautiful. I teased his lips with my teeth and tongue as we slowly took even more from each other. His hand left my ass and ran up and down my back until goose bumps broke out over my skin, then his grip tightened on my leg and he lifted me up to meet his last thrust. “Fuck.” He pulled out and a hot, sticky mess covered my stomach as he pushed me back and groaned.

It would have been the sexiest thing I had ever seen if only I had gotten to see it. At some point all the lights turned off, and we were in total darkness. It was bizarre. I was used to the light flickering every time I got myself off, but I had never experienced a blackout. I always thought maybe it had something to do with the soul reaper and remembering that, I reached out into the dark until my fingers found him.

“Amit?” My voice revealed my fear—my terror of the soul reaper taking Amit from me.

“It’s okay.” He grabbed my chin. “I’m sure it’ll come back on in a second.”

Sure enough, it did several seconds later. He was staring at me, well, all over me. I looked down at my stomach. “I should go clean off.”

He pulled away. “I should go.” Before I could be disappointed, he added. “Until tomorrow night.” He grabbed a strand of my hair that lay on my shoulder and let it slip through his fingers before he left me with the remnants of what we just did still on my stomach.

I wasn’t even disappointed. The tenderness I felt between my legs as I showered only aroused me and when I pictured the way he’d fucked me earlier, I shivered under the hot water. I wanted him again. I wanted him again before he even left. Amit’s control was too great for him to have fucked me more than once. It made me want to shatter him completely.

I didn’t know why, but Amit was safe. The soul reaper didn’t hurt him and because of that, I found myself smiling until I stepped out of the shower and stepped on a Red Grace. My happiness vanished and panic set into my heart.

Hurrying to my bedroom, I almost tripped over Moose as I grabbed my cell phone and sent him a text to ease my worries.

Good night.

It took five minutes. Five long, excruciating minutes of fearing the worst before Amit finally texted me back.

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