Page 63 of Walking in Darkness
“I need you,” she begged through the fever that burned between us. She helped me rid her of her jeans, pushing them off her hips so I could get a hold of them to pull them all the way off her feet.
She shoved my jeans down around my thighs, freeing my cock.
“Please.”
I didn’t hesitate. I drove into her, taking her whole in one thrust.
She rocked up the wall as a delirious sound tore up her throat.
I grunted her name. The single word nothing but a prayer.
Praise.
I swore that I could see an aura glow beneath her skin.
The girl a beacon for a lost soul.
My guide.
The light that sustained.
Dizziness rushed through me at the feel of her grip.
Her walls clutching and that connection brimming.
Flames that lapped.
A firestorm that consumed.
“Fuck. So good, Aria. So good.” The words were rasps, crazed and hazardous.
“Nothing could compare to this. The feel of you inside me,” she whimpered.
“You feel it? The way you were made for me? The way we were made for each other?” I pulled out and pushed back in.
Deep and hard.
Air breezed from her lips, and she arched forward. “Yes. I’ve always known. Always. It’s us. It’s us.”
Nails tore at my back as I began to move.
That frenzy sweeping back to hit us at full force.
I drove into her again and again.
Each thrust more desperate than the last.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and propped my other hand on the wall beside her head, angling her so I could take her how I wanted.
Unchecked and unrestrained.
Reckless.
Aria’s mouth found mine, and those sweet, amazing hands fisted in my hair as she kissed me into oblivion, the girl rolling over me as we took each other whole.
The energy whipped and blew, our connection a storm that raged.
There were no senses left but this.
