Page 47 of Centering Kaos

I grabbed her arms, pinning them to her sides. We’d both had a lot to drink, and I needed to make sure she wouldn’t regret this. Even though it was torture to move away from her, I pulled back far enough to search her face. “Are you sure this is okay?” I asked.

She nodded, and started inching my sweats down.

I stopped her again. “I need to hear you, to know you really want this. That you… you want me.”

“I do.” The lust in her eyes was killing me, making my dick so hard it throbbed. “I want this… want you, Darius.”

For the first time ever, she’d called me by my real name; that had to mean she knew what she was doing. Still, I wanted a hell of a lot more than one night with her, so I had to make absolute certain. “You sure that’s not the alcohol talking?”

“Yes. No, I mean. It’s me. I… I want you.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Not good enough. What about me do you want?”

Her expression tortured, she stared up at me. “You know what I want.”

“I do. More than that, I know what you need. ButIneed to hear the words, angel.”

“Fine.” She shoved my sweats down, leaving me in my birthday suit. My cock sprang up, ready and willing. Her eyes widened at the sight and her hands reached for it, but I kept my grip on her arms and held myself just out of reach.

“The words.”

Her breath came out in a frustrated huff before she finally caved. “I fucking want you to fuck me, okay?” she shouted, sounding slightly on the feral side.

It was the first time I’d ever heard her drop the f-bomb, and it was sexy as hell. In answer, I shoved her shorts down. There. Now we were both naked. I picked her ass up and tossed her on the bed. I wanted to take my time and worship every inch of her body, but my body had other plans. I needed to be inside her. Now. I needed to claim her, to make her mine in the most animalistic sense of the word.

My cock leaked as I reached for my nightstand drawer.

“What are you doing?” Tina asked.

“Condom,” I replied.

“Latex allergy. I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

Fuck me. I’d get to ride her bareback? This kept getting better and better. “Me too.”

She nodded, meeting my gaze. “I trust you.”

Something inside me snapped, some final wall I’d been keeping between us. Earning her trust made me feel like a king. She was my throne, my crown, the very life blood of my kingdom. I would wage war to prove my fealty. But first, I had to claim her. I lined myself up at her entrance and slowly sank into her wet heat.

She felt so good—so damn good—that it was all I could do to go slow. I didn’t want to hurt her, but a part of me wanted to pound her pussy until she had no doubt about where she belonged. About who she belonged to.

I wanted to write my name all over her in permanent ink. Also in cum. She made me feel so fucking feral. Savage.

“More,” she whispered. “Harder.”

Magic words. I let them drive me as we chased our releases. Kissing, grinding, grunting. She moaned and dug her fingers into my back. I plunged into her harder. Faster. Driving us both insane until the bottom of my spine tingled, and darkness clouded the edges of my vision. I wouldn’t last much longer. I couldn’t. Not with the sounds she kept making and the way she felt wrapped around my cock.

“Get there for me, angel,” I said. “Come for me.”

She did, tightening around my cock until I saw stars. I emptied myself inside her with a shout, resting on my arms. I wanted to stay connected to her but didn’t want to squash her beneath my weight, so I rolled us until I was on my back with her lying on top of me.

With her head resting against my chest, she muttered something.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Beer before liquor, never been sicker,” she repeated. “You’re gonna be feelin’ that scotch in the morning.”

I hadn’t exactly been expecting any declarations of undying love, but her words did leave me a little disappointed. “Worth it.” I kissed her forehead.

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