Page 103 of His Darkest Desire

Vex caught her wrist, drawing her hand away from his cock. The last brush of her skin over his nearly undid him; he clenched his jaw and held back the tide, refusing to give in.

He guided her hand over her head, pressed it onto the bed, and laced his fingers with hers. “Nice is far too inadequate a word. Yet I desire more.”

Vex shifted until the head of his shaft aligned with the enticing heat of her sex. “I desire all of you.”

Flexing his hips, he slowly pushed into her. She squeezed his hand and clutched his side, breath hitching.

He felt every inch of her slick inner walls as they glided around his shaft. That friction sent waves of pleasure through him, all of which wound tight and low in his belly.

It took all Vex’s willpower to stop himself from thrusting into her too quickly. He wanted to savor this—the feeling of her body taking him in ridge by ridge, of her cunt stretching around him, so wet, so tight, and by silver and starlight, so hot. He wanted to relish the look of pleasure upon Kinsley’s face, wanted to revel in her every reaction. The tiny twitches of her body, the sensual whimpers from the back of her throat, the fluttering of her lashes, the parting of her lips with her shallow breaths.

She was perfect.

And she was his.

Tension gripped his limbs as his pleasure built to a new, impossible height. His self-control was bound only by a fraying twine, and those sensations sliced through each thread, one by one, until the restraints finally broke.

With a growl, he snapped his hips forward, burying himself in her fully.

Kinsley gasped and arched her back, brushing her hard nipples against his chest.

Vex wrested back his control, if only barely, and paused. Her cunt pulsed around him; he felt every tremor, no matter how small, every quiver, felt even the beating of her heart. She fit around him perfectly. Her body welcomed him, beckoned him, begged him for more and offered everything in return.

Never had he been so connected to anyone. Never had he been so close to anyone.

All the desire roaring in his soul like a ravenous beast, all the need, could not prevent him from appreciating this moment, this intimacy. Could not prevent him from appreciating his Kinsley.

“We are one, my mate,” he rasped, dipping his head to brush his lips across her forehead. Even that small movement caused enough friction to shake him to his core and quicken his heart.

Raising her knees, Kinsley tipped her head back and trailed kisses along his jaw toward his ear, where she whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

Vex drew back his hips and lifted his head. Staring into her eyes, he thrust again. This time, a shudder wracked them both.

“Oh God, I can feel those ridges.” Kinsley lifted a hand to his face and stroked his scars before slipping her fingers into his hair.

Despite the overwhelming sensations flooding him, he was stricken with pride. The corner of his mouth quirked as he pushed into her again. “My cock pleases you?”

“Very much,” she said with a moan. Her sex clenched around his shaft upon his next withdrawal.

That moan urged him on, and he continued pumping into his mate with slow, measured thrusts, each deeper than the last. She moved with him, flowed with him, in complete unison. Their fingers remained tightly laced, neither of them willing to sever the connection.

An inferno blazed through his veins, severe and agonizing, blissful and thrilling, incomparable. The flames burned hotter with each movement he and Kinsley shared. He welcomed the heat, embraced it, craved it.

That fire glowed in her blue-violet eyes as well, not merely a reflection but an exact match, a kindred flame just as fierce, just as consuming.

How long had he unknowingly awaited her? For how many centuries had he endured an emptiness he’d not recognized because she was the one thing missing, the one thing he needed, the one thing for which he’d been destined?

He did not know how his life, so fraught with tragedy and pain, had come to this point, but he knew this moment had always been fated. And he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

This was not merely the coming together of their bodies, driven by loneliness and desperation. He felt her soul, her lifeforce, already tinged with his own, dancing with his, twining together irrevocably. He felt that bond—which transcended any oath they’d made, any pain they carried, any curse that plagued them—sealing into something unbreakable.

“My Kinsley,” he rasped, his rhythm growing more urgent. “My mate, my moonlight.”

She spread her thighs wider and met him thrust for thrust, welcoming him ever deeper. Her brow furrowed, and her grip on his hand tightened. Her voice was strained, aching, and raw when she said, “Vex, I need you.”

“You have me.”

He dropped his head and captured her mouth with his as Kinsley tensed around him. She cried out, and he took that cry into himself eagerly. Her nails scraped his scalp, and her sex contracted around his cock, sucking and pulling as heat rushed from her.

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