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What’s wrong is how desperately I want her to recognize me, to put the pieces together even if it means imploding my life as I know it. I would give up everything, let Ash set my whole world on fire, incinerate everything in its wake if it means we could be together without any secrets. But I’m a selfish man, I know if I tell her who I am – or was – then the chances of us together diminish greatly and I’m not going to risk that. She’s just going to have to settle for who I am now.

So, instead I give her another ominous truth.

“What’s wrong is how long I’ve gone without tasting you.”

Ashton

Khaos’ lips crash against mine, rough and ravenous. I feel his fingers slide into my hair, gripping the strands, holding me against him as if I could even bring myself to detach. A moan escapes on an exhale, allowing his tongue to sweep inside my mouth. He tastes of mint and vulnerability.

My stomach bottoms out, a heat swirling deep in my belly as his teeth nip my bottom lip. He tugs, a burning sensation ripping along my skin until he finally releases me only to dive right back in. I’m suffocating, his breath potent with unspoken promises inhaled like smoke from a fire. He kisses me as if it’s our last day on Earth and if it is, I would die happy.

One of Khaos’ hands part from my hair to wrap around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. He tugs the strands at the nape of my neck almost violently causing my back to arch, his body nearly hovering over mine. In a swift move, he whips me against the bed, the back of my knees touching the mattress.

As his tongue trails my lower lip, leaving a sheen of wetness for him to swallow up, he lifts my hips just enough to place mein the middle of the bed. He crawls between my thighs, parting them with the width of his body.

Breaking the kiss for just a moment, he hooks a finger into the center of my panties, his knuckles brushing against me, gathering evidence of my desire for him. He yanks, pulling the fabric past my hips, down my thighs and ankles, tossing them on the floor. His gaze follows every inch of uncovered skin as he slowly peels my dress up and over my head leaving me completely naked.

I don’t waste any time, my fingers fumbling with his belt, desperate to have him as bare as I am. For the first time I get to see every inch of Khaos. He’s done hiding from me, just as I’m done denying myself from him.

Slowly, I lower down to the mattress as he melts into me, his cock resting against my belly. His lips find mine again as my fingers fist his hair daring him to pull away. Every atom in my being is drawn to him, like I don’t exist until he touches me, kisses me, cracks me open and floods me with his entire existence.

It’s just the two of us, naked and all hands, breathing lust into each other with excited pants. We’re loud, the thought alone of holding back is torture enough. My fingers graze his biceps while he kneads my breasts, neither one of us soft nor gentle. No, those two things have never been caught between us.

His lips nip my jaw, creating a trail down my neck. Each kiss lights a small fire on my skin. When his mouth lands down on my nipple, I gasp, piercing his shoulders with my nails. He tugs each one with his teeth forcing erotic shockwaves of pain through me.

His mouth works his way down my stomach, his fingers digging into the divots of my hip bones. He’s holding onto me as if I’ll float away and I feel like Ijust might.

My lungs seize, my breath held hostage as he now hovers over my pussy. He expels hot air, making a wet situation even wetter. I desperately anticipate his touch, knowing exactly what it feels like.

Khaos pushes the backs of my thighs up, my knees pressed into my shoulders, exposing me completely. His lips tease me as he plants kisses on the insides of my thigh, working his way down towards my center. It’s slow and tantalizing, driving me insane, but he’s careful not to graze the only part of me I wish he would.

“I want to hear you beg for me.” He demands, his breath leaving soft tickles against my skin.

“Khaos,” I groan, embarrassed.

He drags his tongue from the inside of my knee down the back of my thigh, resting at my groin. He blows against the wetness, the cold forcing a shiver to roll through me.

“Please.” I breathe.

“Not good enough, Eris.” He nips at my flesh, a burn working its way through my upper thigh to my pussy.

“Ugh!” I throw my head back, my heart racing, my stomach swirling with heat. “Please! I want you! I want to feel your tongue against me, I want to feel myself inside your mouth.”

He chuckles darkly.

“Please, Khaos.” I beg again.

“Look at me.” He orders, his tone harsh.

I obey, my eyes latching onto him, watching as his tongue touches down, swiping my clit. I startle myself with the intensity of my own cry echoing in the room. With calculated movements, he laps at me, driving an unrelenting pleasure to shoot through my core. What started as a slow torture turns into a maddening feast. He dives in, eating me like a peach, sucking the juices straight from the fruit. I writhe against the mattress, gripping the sheets for dear life as he penetrates me with histongue. I lift my hips off the bed when his face becomes flush with my pussy.

“Yes! Yes!” I praise him, the ferocity in which this orgasm builds threatens to break loose.

Before that can happen, Khaos rips his mouth away from me, leaving me shocked. “Not yet.”

I lie there catching my breath, already coming down from a high I thought would rip me away from this world. After a couple seconds, Khaos starts to massage the inside of my legs, getting closer to the hypersensitive spot he was just devouring.

His fingers come down on my clit and I gasp, the lightest pressure nearly pushing me over the edge. He starts slowly, circling my nub before picking up speed. Within seconds, my back is arching off the bed, screaming his name as his fingers frantically demand an orgasm.

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