Page 60 of A Kiss at Midnight

With a growl of satisfaction, he grabs my hair and pulls me forward, no gentleness in his touch as he shows me exactly who’s in control. I should stop this, but I can’t pull away from him mentally any more than I can physically.

His lips take mine as he grinds his hips against me, and I feel how hard he is. Oh yes, Blake likes it rough, and he likes it kinky.Plain vanillaisn’t in his sexual vocabulary. And though I hate myself for it, I love the way he consumes me.

I knew this was exactly where the two of us were heading from the second I was summoned to his office. From the moment he made his magical reappearance in my world, the two of us have had no other option but to end up right here.

He releases my lips, and I gasp for air, but nothing seems to be tamping down this hunger, this passion, this raw craving rushing through my blood. This isn’t about sex, it’s about need, the need to feel anything other than hopelessness.

Blake runs his hand down my back and presses me against his bare chest, making me cry out as the thin material of my bra scratches my hardened nipples. I can’t breathe, can’t focus, can’t figure out what I need most.

“Quit thinking, Jewel. Do nothing but feel,” he orders before tugging on my hair and fusing our lips together again.

I do exactly as he commands, letting my mind go blank as my body homes in on the flood of sensation flowing through it. This man,onlythis man, knows how to make me forget the world, how to propel me to the highest reaches of ecstasy. It doesn’t matter if I hate myself for it. Whatever I do now, I’ll despise myself afterward. So why not take what pleasure I can in his arms? Why not push the pain away for at least a moment?

I whimper in submission as he smooths his hands down my back and cups the curve of my rear so he can pull me into his hardness. He grasps my bottom lip with his teeth and bites down enough to send a flash of pain through me before his tongue soothes the spot and rocks me with currents of desire.

Time has no meaning as his hands and lips send a tsunami of desire through my body, leaving me wet, needy, and hungry for more. When he ends the kiss and steps back, I moan despairingly, but he doesn’t leave me for long. He tears his shirt off, then pushes me against the wall, strips my shirt and bra from my body, and pins my hands above my head.

I hardly notice when Blake takes off my pants and panties in a sudden rush. I’m standing with him, his naked chest pressed against mine, my nipples rubbing against his smooth, solid skin, his hands squeezing the flesh of my behind, his mouth owning me.

When I can’t possibly take any more without crumpling at his feet, his lips skim my neck and move over my breasts before he takes each nipple into his mouth long enough to make them bead in pleasure. Then he drops to his knees and nuzzles my stomach.

“Blake...” I cry, digging my fingers into his hair. I don’t know what I’m asking of him, but he certainly does. Moving lower, he worships the sensitive skin right above my heated core, caressing me with his tongue, and his fingers open me up to his demanding mouth.

My internal temperature soars as he sucks my swollen bud, and his tongue swipes against it, once... twice... a third time, and more, until I lose count. I suddenly feel an explosion rip through me, my core tightening around the fingers he’s using to stroke my G-spot, and my legs threatening to buckle as wave after wave of release overtakes me.

Before the last of my tremors die, he surges to his feet and catches my hips in his strong hands, lifting me against the wall and swinging my legs around him. His hardness is ready, and he pulls me down his length, coating himself with my pleasure, before lifting me back up and pushing me down hard around him. I gasp in pleasure and meet his desire-filled gaze.

“You’re so tight, so perfect, my Jewel,” he groans as he keeps withdrawing almost completely before plunging back inside. He loses every shred of control as he grips my hips tightly and thrusts in and out of me, the friction of our lovemaking sending me rapidly toward a more explosive finish than the last.

I grab his shoulders, lean my head against his neck, and bite the salty skin while he continues pumping with such force, I’m not sure how the wall behind me remains intact.

“Oh, please, Blake, please...” I beg for release — the intensity of our union too much to bear for a single minute longer.

With a few more hard thrusts, he gives me exactly what I need, and this time fireworks explode behind my tightly closed eyes as my body contracts and pulses around him, screaming my ecstasy against the flesh of his bruised shoulder. It takes a moment before I realize he’s shaking as he cries out with his own release and sends his seed through me.

When it’s over, I slump against him, my legs clamped tight against his back — the only thing keeping me from falling. The rest of my body feels like a mass of jelly, and I’m afraid if he lets me go, I’ll slide down the wall into a boneless heap, never able to stand again.

“I need more,” he groans against the top of my head.

How? There’s nothing else I can possibly give, nothing else he can either. Our joining has been soul and body shattering, and if we attempt to continue, neither of us will make it out in one piece.

I’m beginning to drift out of consciousness when movement jars me awake. Is it us, or has an earthquake hit Seattle? I lack the strength to open my eyes. But his arms loosen around me, and I fall backward. My eyes open with a start when I land against the coolness of his couch, his scent surrounding me setting off another rumble of need low in my belly.

He’d only pushed his pants out of the way when he took me against the wall. I watch now as he sheds them and climbs over me, his eyes staring intently into mine as he spreads my legs with his knees, and poises his arousal — still hard — above my core.

“What? We can’t...” I cry as he slips the tip inside.

“Yes, we can.” He thrusts inside and wrenches a moan of pleasure from deep within me. He lies fully against me, gripping the back of my thigh with one hand and pulling my leg up, opening me farther so he can slide all of the way in.

Soon he’s thrusting his tongue in my mouth in a perfect rhythm with his body; my stomach quivers as the pleasure rises unbearably higher. As he skillfully moves his hips, his hardness fills me in ways only he can — and only he has — while I convulse around him again and again, shattering in immeasurable wonder.

Blake makes love to me in a way he never has before. There’s desperation and urgency, but also moments of tenderness and passion beyond anything we’ve done. His tongue traces my tender lips, his words washing over my skin, his body fit perfectly against mine, and I beg him to never stop.

When he does pull from me, he trails his lips down my neck, takes my peaked nipple into his mouth and, instead of soothing it, makes it ache even more. Then he moves down and tastes the passion he and I have already shared, before he climbs back up, and allows me to taste us in his drugging kiss.

He slips back inside my molten core and commands me to look at him. “Open your eyes, Jewel. I want to see the explosion this time. Do not close them under any circumstance!”

I try to disobey, but he bites my lip, causing me to gasp, and I’m too weak to fight him. I can barely keep my eyes open, but I manage as he moves faster. I come apart, the climax savagely tearing through me, taking every bit of energy I have left. I gaze into his nearly black eyes and watch their depths sparkle with satisfaction. That’s it, I’m done. I close my eyes and gladly give into the darkness.

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