Page 59 of In the Midst of Chaos

I was angry with Nash, with myself, but all of that went out the window when he walked into my room. He looked like the day he took the vow. Like he lost a piece of himself and needed my help to find it.

“I’m going to figure it all out for us,” he vowed against my lips, and that meant more than the wager my father had made with Axton. He dipped his truth into my lips, and I breathed it like it was the life force I needed.

I moaned when he inserted a finger inside of me.

“I fucking love it when you make that sound,” he growled before he pulled his fingers out. I didn’t have time to react as he pushed me back so I’d lie on the bed. He was on me in a second, taking off his shirt with one hand.

I loved his tattoos. I traced them, and he just stared at my face. My hand went to his chest, where he had the Death Disciples insignia.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he looked down at me.

I reached up and kissed him. I loved everything about him. His mismatched eyes were a window to his soul: one warm and one cold.

“Make me yours,” I whimpered.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

His lips crashed down on mine, as his hands roamed over my body. I pulled at his buckle and brought his jeans down. He removed my shirt, his mouth coming to my breast as he sucked one into his mouth. My head rolled back as he sucked a nipple. He then removed my shorts and my damp thong.

He inserted two fingers in me. My back arched as he pistoned them. He kissed my neck, licking, sucking, and biting. Come tomorrow, I would have marks everywhere. I didn’t care who knew anymore. I didn’t want us to hide. I wanted us to be out in the open.

Nash pulled his head back.

“When I get exiled, are you going to follow me?” he asked, his voice heavy with lust.

I nodded with half-mast eyes as his thumb played with my clit.

“We still have my…fuck.” I couldn’t finish what I was saying because he kept adding pressure.

He chuckled.

“My money,” I said on a moan.

He smiled at me but didn’t say anything. It was a weird smile, but I didn’t question him when he bent his head and licked my pussy.

Nash forced my legs to spread. He held onto them, making pain radiate from my apex, but that took a back seat when he started eating me out.

“Nash,” I whined.

He didn’t answer me with words; he did it with actions. He devoured me with a desperate need. My lower belly started to quiver, and my body shook. My whole body vibrated with the need to release.

I gripped his head and rode his face as I screamed his name.

My ears rang as I came down from the high. Nash left butterfly kisses around my belly button, then went up to my chest until he got to my lips.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips before he kissed me.

I gasped, because it was everything I’d ever wanted, and everything I was taught not to do, but having Nash say that to me was everything.

“You love me?” I whispered.

His eyes went soft but were still full with lust as he caressed my cheek.

“Baby,” he said in a low voice, but I understood. I was never meant to be his, but here we were.

“I love you too,” I said with a sated grin. “Now take your pants off and fuck me.” I pushed him off me.

He chuckled, and when he took off his pants, I could see the hard imprint of his dick, and I felt a thrill. He reached down to take off his shoes when his face morphed from lust to concern.

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