Page 145 of Doubts & Fears

Soon after, I joined her in bed. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and the tiniest pair of panties around. She did that shit on purpose, and with her ass cheeks exposed, I couldn’t help but to pull her close. I trailed my hands up and down her back.

“My beloved’s fingers, I would know those from any man.” Goose bumps erupted over her arms.

“I’m always so aware of how they must feel on your satiny skin. Tell me, are they too rough?”

“Never. They are evidence of the hard-working, capable man that you are. You’re never rough with me. Well, there was that one time, in the war room.”

“Yes, something about you drinking my blood turned me into quite a savage. I’m sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize. It’s one thing I love so much about you. There’s a quiet beast that lies within, and I know how to release him.”

“Probably not such a great idea to release him again.”

“I love the beast within, as much as I love the gentle giant holding me right now.”

“You’re going to be the death of me. You know that, right? Do you have any idea how much I want you? All of you?” I whispered as my lips brushed the soft skin of her neck.

“Same, Blade, same,” she said, shivering in my arms.

Her hands traveled up to touch my chest.

“You’re perfection. Like a Greek god statue, hard and chiseled.”

I groaned as they traveled lower, down my stomach. Flinching as her small hand came to rest at my navel, I took a deep breath and stopped her explorations.

“Kinsley, no.”

“I don’t understand. Why not? You touch me, all of you do. But none of you will let me go anywhere past here.”

“We’ve talked about this before,” I said, trying to keep the frustration from my voice.

“Explain it again because it makes no sense. It’s just touching.”

“Your touch would be my undoing, little love. I can’t tell you Alek’s or Nik’s reasoning, but it’s probably similar. As much as I would love to feel your hands on me, we can’t. I need you to understand that.”

She pushed me back and climbed on top, straddling me. Her hips moved, and she rubbed her pussy over my rock-hard length. My right hand wrapped around her ass.

“You’ll let me rub against you, though, like this.” She explored the warm expanse of my chest and rocked against me. “Tell me, has Allison gotten to touch my Kings? Has she kissed you here?” she asked, clenching her legs against me.

“I’ve already told you; Allison is work. It’s similar to what you said earlier about your dancing.”

“It’s really not fair. You know, she gets the best of my Kings on a daily basis, and what if I wanted to kiss you?”

“She doesn’t, I promise. And you and I, we kiss all the time.”

“Not what I meant, and you know it. How many times have you been inside of her?”

“Never.”

“Do you think she likes it hard or slow?” She shamelessly rubbed harder.

“It doesn’t matter how she likes it. Not to me, anyway.”

“I dream about it all the time.”

“You dream about me fucking Allison?” I laughed.

“No, my beloved. I dream about you fuckingme. Tell me, does she scream your name over and over, begging you as I do?”

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