Page 49 of Ink & Stardust

He works my shorts the rest of the way down and I quickly step out of them, trying to hide the tremble of my leg as I lift it. Though there’s really no point in hiding the fact that I’mnervous, I’m pretty sure the proof of that is tattooed across every inch of my skin.

I brace my hands on the door when he lifts one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder as he leans in. I hold my breath, bracing for the moment of impact, but nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught of pleasure that overtakes my entire body when his tongue slides across my most sensitive area.

My head drops back, an almost animalistic sound sliding past my lips when he grips my hip and buries his entire face between my legs, devouring me from the inside out in a way that has me holding onto my restraint for dear life. A restraint that quickly falls away when I feel the undeniable build of pleasure inside me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Like the damn thing might actually rip me apart. That’s when everything fades away, my reservations, my self-consciousness, my embarrassment, all goes up in an epic pillow of smoke as I shamelessly ride his face, chasing the climax that coils so tightly that when it finally snaps, I free-fall into the abyss, falling farther and farther until I’m not sure I’ll ever find the ground.

And then Kai is in front of me, his incredible blue eyes dark with desire, his hands palming my hips like he needs to feel me around him right now or he might also die right along with me.

“I always wondered what it would be like to see you come undone...” He kisses me slow and deep, making sure I taste every ounce of my arousal on his tongue. “Fucking better than I could have ever imagined.” Another long swipe of his tongue.

I slide my hands up his arms and across his shoulders, not missing the raised skin that seems to extend all the way up and over his left side. I briefly wonder what happened that would scar his skin in such a way, but when Kai lifts me up, my legs going around his waist, the thought falls away, replaced by the pleasurable pressure of Kai’s erection pressing against me.

His mouth continues to move expertly against mine as he turns, carrying me across the small space, down an even smaller hallway, before dipping into his bedroom. When he deposits me on the bed, he comes down with me, the weight of him so delicious I groan against his lips.

“Let’s get this off.”

I feel him smile before his lips disappear from mine. Seconds later, my shirt—or rather his shirt—comes off, along with my bra, leaving me entirely exposed.

I move to cover my chest, but Kai catches my hands, pinning them above my head in a way that’s both possessive and oddly gentle.

“Do not hide from me.” He releases my hands but makes sure I keep them in place before continuing his perusal of my body. The way he looks at me—the way him looking at me makes me feel—is intoxicating. I feel drunk at the sight of him.

His fingers slide across my skin, skimming across my ribs, up over the mound of my breasts, across the hard peaks of my nipples, his movements unhurried, like he has all the time in the world.

I watch him in utter fascination, completely captivated by him.

He is hands down, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen up close. And here he is, staring down at me like he feels the same about me. Which is absurd, I know, but that’s the only way I can describe the way he looks at me.

By the time he reaches into his bedside table, retrieving a condom, I’m so far gone that not even a bucket of ice water to the face could pull me out of the trance that Kai Elliot has placed me in. My mind is enraptured. My body transfixed. And my heart... Well, that’s another thing entirely. And no, we’re definitely not going there right now. I’ll have the rest of my life to overanalyzethe way this man makes me feel, but tonight... Tonight I’m going to enjoy myself.

Kai positions himself at my entrance, pivoting forward just enough that the tip of him slides inside. A million tiny explosions go off inside my body.

He’s not hurried or forceful. If anything, he’s entirely too gentle.

Reaching for him, I loop my hands around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to mine, smiling as the weight of him settles over me a second time. He slides in another inch or so and I hiss in pleasure.

“You’re not going to break me.” I throw his own words back at him. “Stop being so gentle. I can take it. Give me everything you’ve got.” I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips, gasping when he enters me fully in one swift motion, stretching me to the point I feel seconds away from ripping apart from the inside out.

Pain and pleasure bleed together in a lethal combination that has my nails digging into the tops of his shoulders, but this doesn’t stop him. He does exactly what I ask. He gives me everything and then some, driving into me with so much force I have to brace my hands against the large headboard to keep my head from colliding with it.

I’m at my peak almost instantaneously, the pleasure clawing up my spine like a wild animal trying to scratch its way to the surface. My back arches as it builds, spilling over seconds later in a wave of pure ecstasy that I couldn’t even begin to describe if I tried. I’ve never felt anything like it. Like a collision of atoms that erupt inside my body with the force of an atomic bomb, shaking the very foundation of the world around me.

“Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me, Converse.”

I shudder out a moan at the gruff way he says his nickname for me. I know it’s silly, but I love that he calls me that. Love that he thought enough of me to give me a nickname to begin with.

Kai responds by increasing speed, so in tune with my body it’s like he’s reading me like a manual. Every touch is intentional. Every kiss purposeful. Every thrust aimed exactly at the sweet spot I didn’t even know I had until now. Seconds after the orgasm passes, I can already feel another one threatening.

His lips are everywhere. My mouth. My face. My jaw. My neck. My ear. Back to my mouth, like he can’t get enough of me, and trust me, I know the feeling.

I hold on to him for dear life as another orgasm rockets through me, even more intense than the first two, which I didn’t even know was possible. My body aches in the most incredible way, in the feeling of being so completely consumed that you’re not sure where you end and he begins.

In this moment, he is everything. The sun. The stars. The moon. The earth. He is the skin that covers my bones. The blood that pumps through my veins. The organ currently beating a hole inside my chest. He is everything. He is everywhere, consuming me from the inside out until there’s nothing left but this.

I fall again, and this time, I take him with me, completely spellbound as I watch his perfect control slip as he comes undone on top of me. It’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. And as the high of the moment fades and reality seeps back in, I’m left with only one real thought—will anything ever be able to top this, or am I going to spend the rest of my life chasing something I will likely never find again?

And as Kai pulls back and looks down at me with those incredible blue eyes of his, I don’t have to wonder if I’m in trouble. I already know I am. Because even though everything inside of me is screaming not to fall for this man, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already starting to.

It’s just after two in the morning when I finally make it home, having snuck out after Kai dozed off. I wanted to stay—trust me, it took every ounce of willpower I had to make myself leave—but something told me I needed to. And that something was the fear that he’d wake up and not want me there.

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