Page 118 of A Rising Hope

“Yes.” I swallowed hard, mouth turning dry as heat pooled at my center. “I meant every fucking word. I love you, Orest, and what happened?—”

But my words were lost as his lips found mine. His arms wrapped around me pulling me flush against his body in a tight embrace. His kiss was nothing of the sweet and caring caresses. No, it was wild, full of love that burned, a lover’s kiss spiced with undiluted rage. His tongue intertwined with mine as he titled my head further back.

Whatever restraints I had, snapped, and I killed the last voice of reason within me as I let myself dive into the ocean of desire that I hoarded just for him, from the first moment I felt that lightning-like strike as his hand brushed against mine a couple of years ago. My belly ached from need, craving to feel him, craving to touch him, to taste him.

His teeth scraped my lip, biting it. His eyes found mine, insatiable urge burning bright in them.

“I fucking need you Orest,” I murmured between the frantic breaths lost to kissing him.

I’d beg. I’d crawl on my knees for him.

He didn’t reply, his eyes darted to the bottom of the stairs where a set of steps creaked. Without a word, he jerked my bodyaway from the wall, pulling me by my hand down the arched corridor, and I followed without glancing back.

He found a small bedroom just two doors down. The air in the room was muggy. The old ceiling leaked water onto the crammed piles of discarded furnishings.

He yanked one of the chairs near us, bracing it against the door.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room through the curtainless window. Orest’s eyes darkened, seeing my heated gaze fall upon him. Another flash of lightning and I stumbled back against the wall lost in his embrace.

My lips met his in starved, deprived grazes, as if it was millennia of passion and lust preserved for this precise moment. As if our souls recognized each other from the worlds beyond, finally relieved to be reunited.

His large hand clasped the back of my neck, angling it better, as his other hand grabbed my thigh, hooking my right leg around his hip as he ground hard into me. A loud moan escaped my mouth, and he pressed his hand against my lips, stifling it as steps sounded outside.

But I didn’t care. All my thoughts were lost to one as my brain registered the sheer girth and length of him pressed into me. I had to taste him. I had to lick every single fucking inch of him or otherwise I’d die.

I pushed against his hold, no longer able to resist the ravenous hunger. He let go, his brow furrowed until I dropped to my knees before him, impatiently ripping at the ties of his pants.

“Zora.” His hand caught mine just as I was about to tug on the last tie, his eyes locked with mine.

“If you give me nothing else, Orest, this is what I fucking want.Please,” I begged on my knees, choking on the saliva that pooled at the tip of my tongue ready to be wrapped around him. Just a fucking taste and I would explode.

“It’s not that.” He paused, and it was that slight flash of apprehension on his face that quickly sobered me from my drunken desire.

“Oh,” I managed to say as I realized what that look on his face meant. “I thought you had been with a women before.”

He slowly shook his head.

“There was never anyone for me but you, Zora.”

“We can take this slow.” I swallowed hard, my hand frozen midair as he held my wrist. “It’s okay.” I chewed on my lip, lost between the absolute feral desire eating me alive and even more intense feeling that overtook me at his confession. I tried to stand back up.

“Get on your fucking knees, Zora.” Orest shoved my head back down. “I said nothing about taking things slow.” He placed my hand at the mid of his pants, letting me feel his swollen cock, making me grip him tight as he slid my hand up his length. My knees quivered with need, body aching and hot. “Take off your shirt first. I want to see your perfect tits bounce as you choke on me,” he ordered, his tone demanding, assertive. I eagerly obliged, hastily untying the leathery armor off my top as he watched me undress until the last item was on the floor next to my knees. Stormy moonlight illuminated my bare skin covered with goosebumps.

I glanced up at him—a silent ask—he gave a consenting nod, setting me free.

With one motion I jerked his pants down, exposing his pulsating cock to my lust driven craze.

He was the biggest man I had ever seen, and I’d seen quite a few. But not only that, the sheer thickness of it . . . I found myself simultaneously drenched in heat and terror at the overall size of it.

But it was the number of raised scars covering his upper thighs that made my heart skip a beat. Some were healed andfaded, some of them fresher. But all of them were deep carvings of my name. There wasn’t a single spot on his upper leg that was not touched by the knife.

“Orest—” He noticed my timid gaze lingering on his scars.

“Your name was carved in my heart and soul long before I carved it on my body.”

I swallowed hard, kissing every scar one by one, slowly, meaningfully. My nose trailed a path for my lips to follow as I made my way to his front until my lips found his throbbing cock.

“You are fucking huge,” I found myself mumbling between the slow licks that I trailed from down his shaft to the very tip. Taunting him with kisses as I tried to wrap my mind around how he would fit inside me.

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