Page 91 of Spark

Suddenly, a thick arm slid over my middle and yanked me up from the floor, causing my earbuds to rip from my ears and my card house to crumple. I pulled my legs in and clung to Darren’s arm and shoulder, gasping in shock as he hauled me over to the bed and slammed me down on top of it. I managed to swing my legs around his hips and clasped my feet together to prevent him from getting much closer. I could already feel the anger rushing from him in waves, and I wasn’t ready for that tsunami just yet.

“Darren, wait!” I screeched as I tried to push against his chest to gain space. He quickly grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my sides. I felt the heat blooming inside me already, my body preparing for what was to come. Literally.

“You wanted pain, remember?” he hissed, the lust in his voice unmistakable.

“I changed my mind,” I said quickly.

A low deep chuckled vibrated up Darren’s throat and caused the hair on my skin to stand.

“You made your bed, princess. It’s time to sleep in it,” he finalized.

“But that’s not what you want,” I countered, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

His eyes found mine and penetrated everything I was about to reveal… and it was going to kill me inside.

“You want me to admit that I want you,” I continued carefully. His chin tilted up an inch as he regarded me, an eyebrow lifting and waiting for me to continue. I swallowed back the desert that had claimed my mouth, trying to find the strength to say the words that might ruin me completely. “And I do.”

Darren’s eyes darkened, the shadows of his brow intensifying his gaze on me to the point that I thought I was going to suffocate, but I couldn’t look away. I had to meet him head-on. I had to prove my admission even if it destroyed me.

Darren’s grip on my wrists tightened until I could no longer feel them, and I couldn’t help but release a small gasp of pain. He then lowered his face to mine. “And what brought on this little conclusion?” he asked, his voice low and deep.

“I know it’s what you want.”

His grip loosened, his hands cascading up my arms until they cupped my face, lighting my skin on fire, inside and out. Darren’s forehead touched mine, his nose grazing along the bridge of my own before he spoke again.

“So you’re finally admitting what I already know?” he asked me. God, he was barely containing himself; I could feel it.

I felt my breath catch as he pressed his pelvis between my legs, the pressure increasing just enough to make me want more. That was what I wanted. I wanted a free pass to the train leaving denial land straight into the guilt-free zone. I wanted him for one purpose and one purpose only—to pleasure me in his world of pain and anguish so I could forget the reason I was there.

“Yes,” I murmured, pushing myself into him. I wanted so much fucking more. “I want more. I want you to make me feel so good, I can’t even stand it.” My voice was hurried and lustful, and I didn’t wait another second before launching from the bed and claiming Darren’s lips for my own.

I kissed him with more passion than I thought I had in me. I locked my arms around his neck, pulling him to me, but it was more me pulling myself to him. Darren’s mouth met mine with just as much ferocity, and the moment he parted his lips, my tongue dove in, being the first to conquer and claim all it could touch. Darren moaned into my mouth, pressing himself harder into me before he finally lifted us up, turned and laid himself face up on the bed.

My legs straddled either side of his thickly muscled torso, my hands gripping his shirt while Darren’s gripped my hips, keeping me in place. When I got the message, Darren’s hands traveled higher, clutching the hem of my sweater and yanking it up over my head where it was tossed unceremoniously to the floor. When it was gone, I dipped back down to continue kissing him like I suddenly couldn’t get enough of his lips on mine. Never breaking our kiss, his hands inched around my back, unclasping my bra with a small pinch of his fingers where it followed the same fate of my sweater.

The moment my breasts were bare, Darren gripped my sides and lifted my chest toward his face, giving him all the access he needed to take my aching nipples into his hot, wet mouth. I gasped aloud, a moan not far behind as Darren’s mouth sucked and tongued at my pebbled flesh, making the pressure in my clit pulse with more need than ever before. His free hand palmed my other neglected breast, squeezing and kneading, eliciting more moans from my mouth.

My nails dug into his shoulders, and I suddenly realized he was still clothed. That wouldn’t do. Not after what I had just admitted. My hands snaked over his wide chest to begin pulling at his sweater, inching it up from under me until he got tired of my struggles. Launching his upper body off the bed at me, his kept an arm around my waist to keep me from falling off before reaching back and pulling his sweater and attached t-shirt up over his head, revealing all that hard muscle underneath.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked huskily as the sweater and t-shirt joined my own clothes.

“Yes, thank you,” I breathed and went back to kissing him.

He kissed me back, groaning as my hands traveled up and down his torso, my fingers running over each hard line of his abdomen before sliding back up to his deliciously smooth chest. Laying himself back down, Darren gripped my hips and pulled them closer to his chest, his strong fingers digging into the stretchy material of my leggings. It only took him a second to rip the stitching apart to reveal the bare and swollen flesh between my legs.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Darren groaned and then lifted my hips to place my aching slit right over his waiting mouth.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as his tongue began assaulting my clit.

A swift smack on my ass followed, jerking me from my moment of transgression. Darren swallowed my clit whole, and the small flame now burning in the cheek of my ass only further enticed me, making me burn all over. I gripped the top of the wooden headboard, my Christmas clad nails ready to pop off at any moment if I dug any harder, but I desperately needed something to hold. Darren’s tongue continued to lap at my entire slit, flicking it in all the right places until I thought I was going melt into his mouth and drown him.

My breathing increased, my blood rushed, and if I didn’t calm myself down, I’d be dizzy with pleasure. But that was technically what I asked for, wasn’t it? I could feel my release coming, ready to burst at any moment, yet somehow Darren knew. He always knew. The bastard could read my own body better than I could. And he loved to torture me with that knowledge because as I bucked and jerked from the impending pleasure, he slowed his tongue to a teasingly slow pace. I could have punched him.

“Darren!” I cried out, my voice agitated and thick with lust as I pleaded with him to finish me.

“You said until you can’t stand it,” he hissed, his tongue dragging agonizingly slow through my folds.

“And I’m there!” I nearly shouted, my back arching from the torture.

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