Page 108 of Legendary

It was fine living inside of me, but darkness was volatile and fitful like a child with a tantrum. I wouldn’t let it win, I couldn’t for his sake and myown. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. His lips were warm on my skin, soft and thoughtful. I felt his hand on the back of my head, threading into my hair as he kept us like that for a moment.

I pulled back and looked up at him. I fisted his shirt and yanked him down to my level. His eyes were casting this gaze that told me he only saw me. He didn’t see anything else but what I was right in front of him. His eyes were gentle, a bit tired, but they gave off a feeling of genuine affection and caring. I wasn’t afraid of who I was, what I could do, and I knew my past would always follow me and practically haunt me, but he would be there to help me fight it off if it got to be too much. “A lot can happen once we go and enter her playing field. I just don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to strategize or give her any more of my time tonight.”

“Okay,” he agreed, his voice quiet.

“I just want to be with you.” The request came out in a rushed breath, like I was actually shy about what I was asking. He smirked, but not in a cocky way. He did it in a manner that told me he wanted the exact same thing. “I want you to be inside of me and to keep looking at me like that.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “How am I looking at you?”

I took a shaky breath that had been lumped in my throat. “Like I’m something good.”

“You are.” I didn’t get a chance to answer when he jerked me against him and kissed me. My body melted against his as he moved his mouth over mine. I dragged my hands down his chest and clutched at the hem of his shirt. I tugged it up and removed it, throwing it on the floor. I reached for his belt, but he halted my movements, a shake of his head causing my expression to morph into confusion.

“Slow down, needy one.” He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and leaned down, kissing the place on my neck just below my ear. “Let me take my time with you.” He continued to kiss my neck as he slowly unbuttoned my shorts, letting them slide down my legs. I stepped out of them as he nudged me towards the bed. I laid back, lifting my hair off of my neck and letting it fan out around my head. Nick got onto the bed after me, pushing my legs apart and bringing one of them up to his face and kissing my ankle. Each press of his lips sent a pleasurable fire through my body. He kissed down my leg, bending so that he could get to the inside of my thighs. He skipped to my other thigh and traveled down my leg towards my other ankle, making sure every inch was accounted for.

I was squirming at his incessant teasing. He moved slowly and tastefully like it was an art form and as much as I was in awe of it, I was—as he’d always said—needy. He dropped my leg and placed his face between mylegs, getting dangerously close to my panties. I dropped my eyes to watch him as he slid one of his hands up my inner thigh and traced one of his fingers down the lace of my panties. He stuck his tongue out and mimicked his finger and I bucked up against him. He chuckled and did it again. There was so much deja vu in this moment between us, him showing me what it was like to take his time, yet I didn’t have to be quiet with him now. He pulled my panties down my legs and threw them to the floor settling between my legs again.

His focused eyes flicked to me as he spread me open with one of his hands and used the other to rub my clit. I bit my lip and whimpered, feeling so overly sensitive and he hadn’t even been doing all that much yet. I felt his breath against me as he moved his tongue over my throbbing clit, circling it and then sucking it into his mouth. He flattened his tongue and swiped it over my center entirely and then focused back on my clit. I cried out, moving my hand into his hair, pulling him closer. He slipped one of his fingers inside of me in an achingly slow movement. In and out. In and out. He added another finger, keeping my clit in his mouth and gracefully sucking and swiveling his tongue to find what I liked, paying attention to when my body nearly screamed for more of it. His fingers curled and the scent of heavy arousal was so poignant in the air that I was happily suffocated by it.

“Fuck, Nick, don’t stop. That feels so good.”

His eyebrows lifted, catching my eyes as he licked me. “I know.” His wrist arched as he kept fingering me. “I know how to treat you and your pussy, Dani.”

I was pulling at my curls when he pressed his fingers into that spot inside of me that had me seeing a light behind my eyes. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm pulsed. “Yes, yes, right there.”

He kept going until my breathing evened out. He pushed himself up, so that he was sitting on his knees and scrubbed a hand down his face, wiping his mouth. I could see the outline of him through his pants, he was so hard. I rose from my position on the bed as he let me remove his pants and underwear. He hovered over me as his cock jutted out between us. Nick pulled my shirt off my body, and I dipped down to lick at the tip of his cock. I wrapped as much of my hand around it as I could and took him into my mouth. His smooth texture ran across my fingers as I jerked his length, bobbing my head along the rest of him.

“Fuck, that’s good. So good,” he praised, letting me set my pace and gently worked his hand into my hair. I was just getting into it when he had me stop. He leaned down and brought his mouth down to mine. He reached down to grab my sides, flipping us over so that I was straddling him. I slidmy wet pussy over his cock, and he squeezed my waist. My eyes never left his when I reached between us and placed his cock at my entrance, working my way down slowly until he was all the way inside. We both let out a shuddering moan at the feeling.

“It’s just you and me,” he whispered as I started to move my hips. He was so big and perfect, I wanted to be wild with him and I knew he would enjoy it all the same, but he wanted to take his time—he wanted us to take our time. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. I didn’t know if this was the last time that we would ever be this, be us. Just me and him. He tipped his head back as he groaned at the way I rode him. I grinded my body and every so often would lift myself up and come back down, giving us both the kind of friction that we craved. He played with my breasts, toying with my nipples. I splayed my hands out on his chest and continued to move, noticing that he had gone back to looking at me as his hands never stopped touching me.

He lifted himself up but didn’t remove me. He simply pressed my body to his as he sat up and helped me grind into him more. Our breathing was matched, and time just didn’t seem to matter right now. He caressed my face, his thumb moving over my cheek. “So imperfectly perfect.” He had heeded my words, taken them to heart. I wanted no harm to come to this man and his way too good heart. A heart that was beating against my chest, looking right at my own heart. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. A groan left his throat when I started to dig my pelvis harder against his, his eyes glancing down at where we were joined. His brown eyes looked back at mine and there was something about the way his pupils dilated and how he held me that told me all I needed to know about the next words out of his mouth.

“Dani…I…”

I immediately pressed my hand to his mouth, silencing him. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion. I leaned into him, pressing my forehead against his and removing my hand. “Don’t.”

He groaned again, sliding his hand down to my ass and pulling me harder into him, but my movements were still slow, still savoring every second our bodies were in contact. “Don’t what?”

“Say whatever you were about to say.”

“You have no idea what I was about to say.”

I nudged his nose with my own. “I think I do. And I can’t—we can’t—not now.”

He squeezed my ass harder, sweat starting to populate on his skin. His eyes shined with understanding and maybe a tiny bit of embarrassment fromhis feelings being called out so blatantly. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. “When?”

A moaning laugh came out of my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck as he tucked his head into my neck and kissed my skin. I thought about how I wanted to explain this to him, but nothing of substance came to mind, so I just told him the truth. “I’ve never had someone saythatto me before,” I started, noticing how he stopped applying kisses to my throat and slowly looked at me. “I don’t want it to happen because it sounds like something thatneedsto be said. I don’t want an impending face off to take the magic out of those words.” I kissed him. Once, twice, three times.

He held me close to him and rolled us over so that he was on top of me, still inside of me, but he was more in control. I lifted my legs up higher, so he felt deeper as he slowly thrusted into me. “When?” He repeated. It almost sounded like a plea.

I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look nowhere but at me. “I don’t know when, but not now. Just wait. Say anything else, but just don’t say that-fuck-not now.” The words came out a bit choked and there was a lump in my throat that I’d never felt before. He moved in and out of me, taking my arms and holding them above my head. He made sure I felt every inch of him, every inch of his slow, tortuous frustration at what I wasn’t letting him say. He respected my wishes and didn’t say it, as much as I knew it burned him to keep it to himself. His hand tightened around my wrists as he licked at my collarbones and across my chest, up my neck to my jaw and lightly kissed my cheek. “I want you, Dani.”

My voice vibrated with his thrusts. “Nick, I know.” The noise of our skin rhythmically slapping together echoed within the quiet room, mingling with our heavy breaths as he shook his head.

“No, Dani, no. You won’t let me say it, so I’ll say this. I wantyou. Every second of every minute, of every hour, of every single day. I want it all. Your darkness, your light, and everything in between. Whatever a life after Lilith looks like, I want that with you.” Each word came out solid and true. My heart pulled from my chest, and I wrapped my ankles together around his back. I broke my hands out of his grip and grabbed his face. Our mouths crashed together as I ground myself up against him, feeling him groan into my mouth. “It’s all yours,” he said against my lips.

“What is?” I could feel the orgasm building and my stomach clenching as I let every single thing he’d said wash over me.

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