Page 44 of Shame

Cora

No idea why I feel so brave when, deep down, I think I should be mad. Kaison stood me up. He left me waiting. I was so disappointed. But something about seeing him outside my door, bloody and bruised and looking like a lost puppy, I couldn’t find it in me to be mad at him. Looking at him, I knew he was sorry. I knew he didn’t do it on purpose. And honestly, I think he meant it when he said he won’t do it again. Realistically, I’m sure it’ll happen again. That’s life. But I bet he’ll try his hardest to never do it again, and that’s what I appreciate. It’s the effort. As long as this doesn’t happen every day, and he tries to do his best to tell me, then that’s good enough for me.

I got ready for him tonight. I dressed up, did my makeup and everything, wanting to look good for him. Really wanting to sleep with him, if I’m being honest, because it’s been a long time and I’m ready to break my dry spell. More than that, I just want to have sex with him. I’ll admit that.

When I reach the dining table and he steps out from the bathroom, I turn around and hurry to my room. His heavy footsteps follow, and I swear I hear a growl rumbling in his chest.

Dad’s room is across and down the hall, so hopefully whatever goes on in my room won’t wake him up. Hopefully he doesn’t wake up at all because the last thing I want is to be interrupted during this.

Kaison steps into my room and closes the door behind him, basking us in darkness. I flick on the lamp on my bedside table and meet his gaze. He’s standing by the door, looking bigger than it. I can’t remember the last time I had a boy in my room. Not that Kaison is a boy because he is very much a man, but outside of my father? God, I must’ve been sixteen. Sneaking Jason Henry in here to make out after school while Dad was at work. How innocent I was…

Smiling softly, I walk to Kaison, putting my hands on his chest, loving how firm he is in all the right places. I feel the muscles in his stomach as I slide my hands down, but they aren’t washboard abs, and I love that. Love that cuddling with him won’t feel like lying on a rock. His breathing increases the lower my hands go, and his muscles tense. When I reach his waist, I go right for his belt to undo it.

“Oh no,” he says, gripping my wrist. “Not happening, sweetheart. Uh-uh.”

I look up at him, frowning, not understanding why he’s stopping me. I want to do this. I’ve been thinking about it all day.

“I fucked up tonight, and I’m going to show you how sorry I am for it.”

Those words have my stomach doing all kinds of flips.

With his hands on my hips, he walks me back until my legs hit the mattress. He drops to his knees in front of me, bunching my skirt up then pushing me to sit on the edge of the bed. With his elbow, he nudges my legs apart, bunching more of the fabric and holding it up. His gaze goes between my legs, and the look in his eyes has my insides coiling tight. How does he make me feel so much with just a look?

His eyes dart up to mine and he licks his lips, making a show of it, and I can’t hold in the whimper that leaves my lips. Because my god, that was so hot.

“Hold this,” he says, gesturing to the fabric of my dress. With shaking hands, I take it all, holding it in place. Hooking his arms around my legs, he tugs me closer to the edge of the bed.

Kaison is so big. Even on his knees and me sitting on the bed, his face is at my shoulders.

With a gentle hand, he slides one finger beneath the side of my panties and moves the fabric over. I moan, my head falling back at just the thought of what he’s about to do.

He leans down, getting so close I feel his hot breath on me, but he doesn’t touch me. He just stays there, breathing me in, and it’s a little weird but a lot sexy. I feel vulnerable about it, but if he likes it, who am I to stop him?

I feel myself pulsing, aching for him to touch me. I almost open my mouth to beg him, but my mouth is sodry I don’t think I’d be able to speak. When he moves forward, I release a breath, but he nips at my thigh instead of licking me where I want him to. It causes me to whimper again and then laugh because I remember what he said about how he got the name Shark. He goes to the other thigh, nipping again, and I can’t stop my hips from rocking forward and seeking him out. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat and maybe I should be embarrassed at how needy and desperate I am, but I’m not. Not with him.

“I should warn you,” I manage to say, swallowing hard.

Kaison looks up at me with a raised brow. More curious than worried.

“It’s been a long time,” I explain. “I don’t think it’ll take long.”

He smirks cockily. “Who says we have to stop at one?”

Oh, my—this man is going to be the death of me.

With his hands on my inner thighs, he spreads me wide, leans in, and swipes his tongue from bottom to top. My body shakes, my toes curl, and my fingers burn with how tight they’re holding onto my dress. He does it again and an indecent moan tumbles from my lips. A third swipe of his tongue and I feel dizzy. With a low growl, he buries his face deeper, suckling on my clit and I can hardly breathe at how good it feels. The sensations buzzing through me are making me crazy, and I’m too quickly brought to the edge.

“Kais-Kaison, I-I’m… oh, god. Oh, my god!” My hips rock against his mouth as he drags his tongue over me—his big, wet, hot tongue that feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. “I’m c-coming!” I drop my dress to go for his hair instead. I hold onto him and shamelessly ride his face through the orgasm that came way too quickly but has me seeing stars.

He sits back, smiling at me, his mustache and beard glistening with my come. It’s sexy as hell.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, you know that?” he asks in a raspy voice.

I hum a sound of approval, because if he thinks he’s getting words out of me right now, he’s crazy.

Kaison gets to his feet and starts getting undressed. His vest comes off first, though I’m pretty sure they have a name for it that I can’t begin to think of right now because I feel drunk. When his shirt comes off, and he drops it to the floor, standing there and reaching for his belt, I nearly faint. If I thought he looked good with his clothes on, having them off is a whole new story. There are tattoos everywhere. I don’t even care what they are, they look good as hell on him. I swear I see the glint of silvery skin too, like old scars, which wouldn’t be surprising. But it’s his size that really gets me. The man is like a damn bear.

“This can’t be real,” I mutter, shaking my head. “You aren’t real.”

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