Page 108 of Living Legend

I sunk my body even further into the covers. “If you don’t mind, could we possibly continue this delightful conversation in a few hours?” If I—we—were going to face anything tomorrow, we couldn’t do it with anything less than complete alertness. I could see when I looked up at Nicholas that his shoulders weren’t as tense and his eyes were a little heavy, like if he chose to close them, he would be asleep in minutes.

“Right,” he nodded, starting to remove the covers and making his way out of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Going back to the couch.”

“Why would you do that?”

He scrunched up his face, as if trying to figure out a good answer. He was only halfway out of the covers and his cock was still hidden beneath them, but the sheets had slipped low enough for me to see the dark hair that traveled towards his pelvis and the v shape that was practically a neon sign to his crotch.

I patted the space next to me. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to molest you in your sleep, Nicholas. Unless you ask nicely,” I taunted him.

“Are you sure?” I watched as he hesitated.

“I’m more than sure. Don’t be ashamed that you gave in to what you wanted. What happened was satisfying to all parties involved, and I think we got everything out of our systems. I don’t think sleeping next to each other would really rock the boat anymore. The boat has capsized, my little angelic sex toy.” I turned over and faced the wall, laughing to myself.

I felt the bed dip and the covers shift so he had enough on his side. Our legs touched briefly, and I felt instant goosebumps creep onto his legs before he pulled them away.

“Well…. since the boat has capsized and we are just sinking into the fucking abyss—” he started, reaching his hand underneath the covers and tugging at the sweatshirt I wore, the fabric moving against my skin.

I pressed my cheek harder into the pillow. “Do you want me to take the sweatshirt off, Nicholas?”

“I mean, you don’t have to.”

I giggled, rolling onto my other side so I could face him. His face had grown a slight shade of red, which I assumed was from embarrassment. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Never mind.” He started to roll away from me, but I caught his arm, keeping him in place.

“No, you want something, so ask for it.”

“Dani.”

“Do you want me to take the sweatshirt off or not?”

He closed his eyes and opened them to my waiting face. “Yes.”

I quickly pushed away from the mattress and tugged the sweatshirt over my head. I noticed the way he watched my movements with an eager eye. He knew tonight was just one night full of no fighting, no darkness, no issues. So, he let himself take in my face, my arms, my breasts, my stomach; he took in all of it. To my surprise, he gave me a satisfied smirk when I settled back into the bed. It was like he just wanted to know I was naked, in his bed, and that alone was enough for him to drift off to sleep.

“Happy?” I asked.

“For now,” he said, grabbing the glowing light above our heads and snuffing it out. When the dark consumed us again, we were both silent. I turned back over and slid one of my hands underneath my cheek, trying to fall asleep to the sound of the rain.

His breathing started to become a steady, sleep-driven sound, and I knew that was my cue to sleep as well. My head was quiet now. It was quiet before, but right now, my head was a peaceful quiet. That light warmth, the voice that always seemed to be banging on a sealed door in my head, wanting to come out, seemed to be napping like a baby, as if it was content. The dark part of me that lurked in all corners of my being was dormant. It didn't need to come out anyway, but even when I searched for it, it was gone, as if it was locked away somewhere for the time being. I felt lighter.

Nicholas had mentioned believing in the light. Maybe I could believe in it knowing what contentment felt like. That contentment would be taken away, though, so what was the point of reaching for something I didn’t deserve? The voice in my head started to stir, as if it was annoyed with me. I buried my head further into the pillow and just stopped thinking. Then finally…I fell asleep.

I woke up a little startled. It was still dark outside, but I had a feeling that in the next few hours, the sun would be up, and our problems would be the center of attention again. I didn’t have time to think about what the rest of the day would bring, because I felt a hand on my waist. The hand tightened against my skin, and then I felt a leg brush against the back of mine. The hand moved up my stomach, fingers splaying over my skin and grabbing onto my breast. I bit my lower lip and felt fingers trap my nipple and slide over it, playing with it.

I let out a little moan, letting it blow past my lips. I heard a groan as my body was turned over so I was facing the other side. The morning light hadn’t peeked through the horizon, so the darkness was shadowing most of his face, but Nicholas told me everything he needed with the way he used his body. I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I felt the warmth of his breath and let the searing heat of his fingers linger for as long as it wanted. Nicholas didn’t kiss me immediately, but he did dip his head down and kiss my neck. They were small but deliberate kisses, as if he was trying to plant small fires on every spot his lips touched.

My hand moved to his shoulder and down to his bicep, squeezing, feeling the way he flexed every time I moved myself against him. I let out a moan when he brought his hands against my lower back and tugged me flush against him. I was suddenly molten lava. He pressed that rigid part of himself against me, rocking into my skin, as if showing me what he wanted, that what I did to him was better than any verbal confirmation could ever be.

He removed his face from my neck, and I could slightly make out that his eyes were this hooded sort of desperation, like he didn’t know what to do with himself at the moment, like all he knew was being as close as possible to me was the only solution. I pressed my lips to his in what seemed like a frantic move, but he met my lips with so much fire and need, I almost considered the idea that kissing him would be enough, that his soft but persistent lips would be enough for me. He ground his cock into my skin again and the wet pool growing between my legs told me I was not going to be satisfied with simple kissing.

He groaned against my mouth and took my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down enough to make me wince. I opened my legs a bit and let his cock slide against the slickness between my thighs. He let go of my lip and let out a small and shakenfuckat the feel of himself between my legs again. He pressed his hand to the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my hair, keeping my head in place as he pressed his cock over my pussy. He slid back and forth easily, making a point to slide right over my clit every time. I looked down and watched as he grabbed my leg up and over his hip, using his cock to tease me but bring me so much closer, closer, closer to the edge. I could feel it. I could feel it start to vibrate around me. It was a kind of high that I never wanted to come down from.

I felt my orgasm tearing through me and he grabbed my face to kiss me,hard. He grabbed my ass and pushed against me, rubbing over me again with so much force, I practically screamed into his throat. When I started to ease back down and regain my breath, he slowed, his mouth easing off mine as he gave me a small peck right at the edge of my lips. I let out a long, slow breath, blinking back my sanity. He pulled back from me, but I wrapped my hand around his shoulder, forcing him to look at me with a questionable glint in his eyes. I gave him a small smile, letting my tongue peek out between my lips.

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