Page 78 of Quiet Rage
I’m feeling a little better about the whole situation by the time I open the bathroom door. There’s a Kellen-sized lump under the blankets—he didn’t waste any time getting into bed. The very, very huge bed. I have to climb into it, which makes me giggle softly. “I’m pretty sure I would need skates to get around to your side of the bed before morning,” I joke.
“What?” He cups a hand around his ear, squinting like he’s concentrating. “I can’t hear you all the way over there.”
When we’re laughing like this, it feels pointless to leave so much space empty between us. His eyebrow lifts when I scoot toward him. “That wasn’t me trying to convince you to come closer,” he murmurs.
“I know that.”
“I told you I wouldn’t touch you,” he reminds me.
This is it. I can chicken out now, or I can go for what my heart wants more than anything. I can finally take what’s right here in front of me and claim it as mine.
“What if I want you to touch me?” I whisper. His eyes gleam in the dark, reflecting my pulse-pounding need, as he reaches out, takes me by the waist with one strong arm, and pulls me close against his bare chest.
I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter. This is what I needed more than oxygen, more than anything. The feel of his hand on my skin, running up my thigh, pulling a high-pitched whimper from my throat before he touches his lips to my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. All I want to do is bask in this sensation. The feeling of being completely worshipped.
“What else do you want me to do?” he whispers, dragging his fingers over my flesh.
I don’t have to answer in words. All I have to do is tip my head to meet his lips. It’s fireworks, a whole truckload of them exploding in my skull all at once, lighting my body up. I thought I could live without this? Who was I trying to kid?
“Fuck, Dragonfly…”
My soul soars when I hear it. I used to hate it when he called me that. Now, wrapped up with him while he explores me and I explore him, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
I let him sweep me away, giving myself over to everything I’ve tried to hold back for too long. All of the loneliness, all of the need, all of the questions and doubt. All of the fear. This is when I let it go. Tonight, I leave it behind. I start fresh.
“You feel so good,” I moan, parting my legs so he can wedge his thigh between them. Firm, warm. I grind against him. “That’s so good…”
With one hand, he works the T-shirt up over my chest—I arch my back, crying out when his tongue circles my nipple before he draws it between his lips and sucks until I have to grind harder or else the ache in my clit will kill me. “Yes, yes,” I plead, raking his back, running my fingers through his hair. I can’t get enough.
“I have to touch you,” he groans against my skin, breathing as hard as I am when he reaches down and cups my pussy. Something close to a scream fills the room—it’s me, screaming after months of needing this more than anything. My body writhes against him, grinding, chasing the high I’ve been denied for too long. His fingers move through me, reclaiming me, until the tension is too much and I have to let go.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Kellen grunts in my ear while I shatter. “Give it to me. I want to hear it.”
I’m still coming, shaking and gripping the sheets once he rolls me onto my back. He’s not gentle now. The floodgates are open. There’s no holding back.
The touch of his tongue to my already swollen, quivering flesh is electric. My hips shoot up off the bed, and I take hold of his head with both hands, giving myself to him, humping his face while he laps at me. The vibrations from his growls move through my core, taking me higher. “Harder,” I beg, pulling his hair, jerking my hips. He spreads my legs wider, opening me to him, and feasts.
I’m totally lost. No thinking. Only feeling every single pulse of sensation when I come again. It doesn’t stop right away, either. It goes on and on through me like wave after wave until I’m pulled under into sweet, silent darkness.
With him. With him, crawling between my legs, piercing me with one deep stroke. I reach for him, holding him tight against me while he moves slowly. Wrapping my arms and legs around him like I’m afraid to lose him, like I will be ripped apart again.
But no. When he lifts his head and looks down at me, I know that won’t happen. This is it. He’s never letting go of me, and I am never, ever letting go of him again. I can’t. Not when he’s the other half of me. I can’t be whole without him.
“So close,” he growls, pushing deeper, filling me and stretching me and making me moan against his shoulder. It’s too much; I’m almost afraid, but there’s no stopping now. Not when we’re both close to the edge, with every slam against my core taking us a little further.
“Yes!” I gasp when the tension reaches its height; and I feel myself starting to come apart. “Yes! Kellen, yes! I’m coming!”
And then I fall back, shaking and sobbing when he pulls out and comes with a roar. The sound makes me smile to myself while he spills his seed on my skin. I’m still smiling when he’s finished cleaning me up, stretching, and sighing and feeling renewed. Fresh. Like I’m ready to start over.
And the first step is sinking into his arms, letting him pull me close in the middle of the twisted sheets and pillows that somehow got shifted all around until it looks like battle happened here. “I almost forgot how good it was with you,” he murmurs after a long, satisfied silence.
“I didn’t forget,” I whisper, running my nails over his chest and listening to his heart pounding under my ear.
“Is it…I mean, are we…”
I hear the hope mixed with the hesitation. Looking up at him, I see it playing over his face, too. “Are you asking if this was the only time we’re going to do this?” I venture.
“Yeah. Is it? This doesn’t have to mean anything,” he quickly adds. “I should’ve said that right away.”
