Page 61 of Never Give Up

Until he pulls away, only for me to follow with a small growl.

He doesn’t give in.

Our lips are so close, his breath warm on mine as we’re both trying to control our desire, but he doesn’t close the gap between us. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers. “And if I take control, right now I might.”

“Shut up and stop being perfect.” I try to kiss him again, only for Brian’s hand to close around my throat gently, but cautiously. “You’re not going to hurt me, Brian. Take it. Take me.”

And right in that moment, it’s true. Tomorrow, the next day, hell even in the next hour, he’ll have the power to destroy me again. But right now?

Right now, I need him to take control and push all my nightmares away.

The sting of his love, the pain of our joining together, is going to make me forget about every single monster that’s hiding in the dark.

He kisses me then, a soft brush of lips against lips, and I sigh into him, ready and wanting more when he bites my lower lip.

I bring my lips back to his and with a soft groan that sounds like protest and need, he tightens his arms about me, and this time he takes his time, exploring my mouth, kissing me with a slow burn of passion that promises what’s coming.

Our lips part, tongues touch, the passion flares, and I lose myself in the caress.

I barely notice when he lifts the shirt off my body and throws it to the side. When he leans back and shucks off the pajama pants he had on, I find myself protesting with a mewl that sounds alien even to me.

“Don’t worry, Maya. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s back, touching every inch of my body, lighting a path of fire and pleasure along every inch of my skin.

“You’re so perfect.” His breath is another torment, mixing with the cold air on my chest right before he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. “So. Perfect.”

I’m panting with need, my hands grabbing at him, demanding more than he’s giving me.

“I want to taste you, Maya. You wouldn’t let me before, but this time… This time it’s mine.”

Before I can so much as protest, he’s got both of my thighs wrapped around his head, and his mouth is on my clit, sucking gently.

My back is arched and just like that, I’m a goner.

Who knew I would come just from that?

Apparently, he did, because Brian doesn’t stop at all. Instead, he moves a hand and presses down on my stomach lightly, carefully avoiding the scar on my abdomen.

“Another.” He grunts against my pussy, and I’m not going to argue with him.

Instead, I wind my fingers in his short hair and guide him where I want him, biting my lip and gasping when he refuses to move.

Taking his time, Brian does exactly what he wants. Sucking, nibbling, and finally pressing one finger into the slick heat that I feel building from his attention.

Brian pulls back, staring up at me with his tongue dancing on his lower lip for a second. “I told you to give me another, Maya. You taste like caramel; did you know that?”

And when he presses his finger into me and sucks on me again, lights dance in front of my eyes, my legs tremble, and the orgasm washes over me in a way that makes me scream out his name.

“Good girl.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, not letting go of his hold. “Are you ready for more?”

I’m nodding and panting and can barely focus on what’s happening, but I know that if he stops, I’m going to die.

“Fuck,” I gasp as he fills me completely with one thrust. “I don’t think I’m flexible enough for this.”

Brian’s eyes are full of laughter, and he’s smiling at me when he pulls out and then pushes all the way inside me again.

“Trust me.” He turns his head and bites my calf before picking up his speed. “You are.”

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