Page 88 of Unearthed Dreams
Chapter Thirty-Four
CHARLIE
“Oh god, yes,”I whispered, breathless and panting as I straddled Kai’s hips.
His hands, so big and rough yet gentle and caring, gripped me by the waist. I had a small scar along my ribs that his thumb occasionally brushed, but other than that, the wounds had healed.
“Fuuuuckk,” Kai moaned as he lifted and slammed me down, over and over, impaling me with his cock.
“Please,” I begged, grinding harder against him. “I need more.”
His grip tightened, his thumbs pressing into my hipbones as he guided my movements. The familiar ache in my muscles felt delicious—a reminder that I was fully healed, fully alive, fully his.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he growled, eyes locked on where our bodies joined. His silver hair had fallen loose from its bun, strands sticking to his sweat-dampened neck.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, feeling thesteady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palms. The shift in angle made me gasp.
“Right there,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
His hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair and pulling me down for a searing kiss. The taste of him, coffee and mint, flooded my senses.God, I’ll never get enough of this man.
“Charlie,” he panted against my lips. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect.”
Six weeks ago, I’d woken up with no memory of him. Now, every touch, every whispered word felt magnified by the time we’d lost.
I nipped at his bottom lip, loving how his hips bucked up in response. “Show me how much you missed me.”
His eyes darkened. In one fluid motion, he flipped us, pinning me beneath him. The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, made me whimper with need.
“Every.” Thrust. “Single.” Thrust. “Day.”
I arched up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he drove deeper. The headboard knocked rhythmically against the wall, but I couldn’t bring myself to care if anyone heard.
Kai’s hand slipped between us, his rough fingers finding my clit with practiced skill. “Come for me, pretty girl.”
Stars exploded behind my eyes as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm hit, Kai’s name falling from my lips in a desperate cry.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic.
Still trembling with aftershocks, I pressed my palm against his chest. “Wait.”
His hips stilled instantly, concern flickering across his face. “Everything okay?”
“More than okay.” I pushed gently until he withdrew and rolled to his back. “I want to taste you.”
A strangled groan escaped him as I slid down his body, trailing open-mouthed kisses across his abs. His cock twitched against my breasts, hard and slick with my arousal.
“Charlie,” he rasped, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the raw need in his expression. “Let me show you how much I missed you too.”
His head fell back against the pillow as I took him into my mouth, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. The taste of us mingled together made my core clench with renewed desire.
“Fuck, your mouth,” he panted, his grip tightening in my hair. The slight sting only spurred me on.
I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. His hips jerked up involuntarily, making me moan around him.
“Sorry, sorry,” he gasped. But I grabbed his free hand and placed it on the back of my head, encouraging him to guide my movements.
