Page 76 of Of Withering Dreams
My hands gripped his hips as his ragged words breathed over my mouth. “You’re so wet, sweeting. So fucking beautiful. Let me hear you ask for what you want. I need words.”
My legs trembled as his thumb caressed my clit, and I shook my head, pushing into his touch. He flicked the throbbing bud, and a gasping groan fell from my throat. He kissed me hard, taking my pleasured sounds within him.
“Words, Seryn,” he growled, sliding two fingers into me. Slowly pulling them back out.
“I … I want you. Inside me.”
“But I am.” He thrust his fingers back in, and my nails clamped into his flesh, tugging at his hips.
I moaned, “Please, Kaden. I needyou.”
He smiled as his fingers left me, and he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.
For a moment, my breath was stuck within my chest as nerves reared and tension flooded my belly as he braced himself on both forearms.
“Breathe, Ser. Look at me.” He brushed his thumb over my temple, and his tender gaze penetrated deep into mine, soothing me.
Achy longing swept over my limbs, my muscles relaxing. My desire pushed aside any worry, my sex pulsing. He smiled before his mouth crashed into mine, his hips pushing forward with a powerful thrust.
There was a sharp pinch of pain. I gasped, but the garbled sound was trapped between us. He stilled, fully seated within me, strained concern washing over his face. “I’m sorry, Ser.”
I bit my lip, adjusting to the odd sensation of fullness. The pain eased, and I shifted, feeling the weight of him. Of what we were doing.
I closed my eyes, sliding one hand over his tense back muscles and then his shoulder. I lifted my head, and he met me, joining his mouth with mine. I kissed him deeply, slowly, tasting him as our tongues danced with each other’s. My fingers pressed into him, encouraging him to move.
He pulled out, the friction of his hard length dragging along my core. A moan hummed within my throat, and he grunted, pushing back in.
“Oh … oh, Kaden. More. I need …”
“Fuck, Ser.” His hips moved faster. The sounds of our joining echoed through the space. I opened my eyes, flames casting waves of light over our slick skin as I looked down to where we were joined.
The sight of his thick cock sliding in and out of me was too much. I was going to combust. Heat raced down my back, and I clenched around him, relishing in the exquisite friction of him inside me. He groaned, sweat dripping off his brow and onto my cheek.
A new, agonized throbbing vibrated at the base of my spine as my hips met his, desperate for more. My fingers dug into his skin as every muscle within me strained.
Kaden thrust into me. Hard. And my limbs trembled. I cried out as a fiery explosion ignited deep within me, stars exploding behind my eyes.
My sex convulsed around his hard length, and he reared up on one elbow, biceps straining as he slipped from me. He took himself in his other hand, pumping twice as a throaty groan rumbled through and from him, his seed painting my stomach.
He fell limp on top of me, his cheek resting between my breasts. I grinned, feeling wonderfully boneless and enjoying his weight atop me. My fingers played with the ends of his hair as his arms wrapped around me.
He rolled to his side, positioning me in the crook of his arm.
“Kaden …”
“Hmm?”
“I think I’d like dessert later.”
A choked laugh rumbled in his chest, and I tucked my head against his chest, grinning as we drifted into a deep, sated slumber.
Later,his soft breaths brushed against my cheek, loose tendrils of my hair tickling my chin. I squirmed in his arms, and his grip tightened around my waist. The heat of his bare skin pressed against my back, and I sighed, allowing my deliciously sore body to sink further into the twisted sheets. Into him.
“Ser, there’s something I need you to know.” His raspy voice drifted over me, goosebumps sweeping over me. “You know I … I love you, right?”
Something fluttered apprehensively through my belly. I turned my head toward him, gripping his hand over my stomach. My eyes searched his, softening. “Of course I do. We’re best friends.”
A huff of air left his nose, and he rested his forehead against my temple. “Not what I meant.”
