Page 124 of A Storm in Every Heart
I let out a wild gasp. “I don’t know.”
Eyes darting over my face, as if searching for my reaction, he grips my waist, pulling me flush against him. Then, he slides his palms down the curve of my waist to my hips. The tips of his fingers graze the short, ragged hem of what’s left of my dress, then slip beneath the fabric, brushing over the skin of my thighs. “What about now?”
I shiver, struggling to focus on anything but his fingers inching higher on my thigh. “I’m—I’m thinking I should stop this before it’s too late.”
He laughs darkly as his fingers reach the edge of my panties, skimming over the lace at the point that my thigh meets my hip.
“What’s funny?” I ask breathlessly.
“You.”
My eyes narrow, but my retort gets lost in a gasp when he hooks his fingers around the lace of my panties and tugs them down over my hips, letting the fabric fall around my knees, locking my legs together. The cool air meets my sensitive skin, and I swear I’m going to catch fire.
Kastian bends his head, pressing his face into my shoulder. He lets out a breath, and I can feel it warm against my ear. “It’s hilarious that you believe you can still run away from this. It’s already way too late, Princess. You’re already mine.”
I suck in a sharp breath; shock or arousal or fear, I’m not really sure. I try to step away, but his fingers tighten on my bare hips holding me close. At the same time, his lips trail down my jaw, nipping at the edge of my chin and then my throat, tongue hot and wet against my pulse. I shudder, every inch of me alive and raw.
He makes a low possessive sound in my ear. “I love how even when you’re lying to yourself, you’re still so fucking wet for me.”
I make a small, pathetic sound of half-hearted protest. “You can’t know that, I’m not?—”
Without warning, he reaches between my legs and cups me, his large hand covering my entire mound as if it belongs to him. He curls his fingers, drawing them through my center, and a whimper escapes my lips.
“Sorry, what were you going to say?” he asks in my ear as, with the heel of his hand pressed hard against my clit, he shoves two fingers inside me.
“Fuck—” My whimper turns into a strangled scream.
My back arches, and my hands land on his shoulders. I dig my nails in, desperate for something to keep me grounded in reality. My pulse pounds in my core, throbbing around his fingers. He’s not even fucking me with them, just holding me there, captive and entirely under his control.
Kastian pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. Fingers still buried inside me, he holds my gaze, and our heavy breathing falls into sync. His dark eyes are hypnotic, refusing to let me look away. Refusing to let me forget for even a second who’s touching me. Who’s making every nerve in my body light on fire.
As the seconds drag by, my skin heats and frustration takes over. I roll my hips, desperate for friction.
Kastian laughs again, and grips me tighter, nearly lifting my feet off the ground with one hand. “You can’t have it both ways, Dessa. You can’t be dripping wet and begging me to fuck you and keep insisting that there’s nothing between us.”
His fingers curl inside me, punctuating his point, and I let out a moan. It’s overwhelming—more than pleasure, almost pain, the kind that makes my brain shut off and my body take over.
“Fine,” I gasp.
“Fine what?”
“Fine, I give up. I want you, but?—”
He doesn’t seem to care about what I was going to say next. At my admission, suddenly he’s moving again, sliding his fingers out of me and pulling me to the ground. In seconds, my panties are gone from around my ankles and I’m straddling his lap, my knees digging into the dirt.
He cups my ass and pulls me flush against his hard cock straining against his trousers. I move against him, rolling my hips and creating a satisfying friction. The coarse fabric of his trousers brushes against my clit, making it throb, and I feel the initial stirrings of an orgasm growing deep in my belly.
He tugs the sleeves and neckline of my dress down until my breasts spill free. His mouth is on me in the next instant, hot and hungry, lips parting around my nipple. He bites and sucks as if marking territory, and the shock of pleasure is immediateand electric, snapping straight from his tongue to the base of my spine, making my toes curl and my legs nearly give out.
All my breath shudders out in a ragged moan, my body arching into him, desperate and greedy for more. I rock my hips over the hard length of him, faster until I’m whimpering, writhing, nearly incoherent. The roughness of his trousers is torturous and perfect, and I dig my nails into the back of his neck, silently begging for more.
He looks up at me, lips swollen and wet, a deep flush creeping up his throat. I can’t get enough of him, and he knows it. He crushes me to his chest, hands everywhere at once; squeezing my ass, palming my breast, sliding up my bare thigh to stroke between my legs.
I’m gasping, wordless, and he presses his lips to my ear. “That’s it. Let go for me.”
My entire world narrows down to the heat of his touch and the dizzying rush of blood in my ears. My hips rock against him, frantic, and his fingers find my slickness again, circling and teasing until my knees buckle and I’m sobbing with need.
“Louder,” Kastian demands.
