Page 85 of Such a Good Girl

His kiss turned harder,and more insistent. His hands touched just the right spots to comfort me, to push away all my inhibitions. Finally, I began pressing forward, searching for more contact, wanting and needing more of his flesh against mine. The chanting faded away. While I was still aware of the eyes on us, now their gaze felt welcome.

I wanted them to see the way West touched me.

I wanted them to see the beauty in the way he kissed me.

I wanted them to watch, to receive their own pleasure from ours.

West possessed an uncanny ability to read me. He knew what my body was ready for and when. As my hands found his flesh, caressing his skin, my touch turning just as hungry as his.

He knew what I wanted, what I needed.

He knew my fears had died away.

His kiss turned hard, his cock throbbing between us like a promise of glory. I reached down and gripped him firmly, my fingers wrapping around his throbbing hardness. Gently, he pushed me back onto the bed, and I sat on the edge, staring up at him.

My god, he was incredible. He gazed down at me with pure lust. The flickering light from the candles and torches bathed his smooth skin, and danced over his features in a ballet of radiance.

I ran my hands up his abdomen, caressing his chest. I trailed my fingers through the soft hair I found there. He cupped my face with his palm as he smiled down at me.

“Kaylee, who do you belong to?” His words cut right through me.

“You, West.”

The others were still chanting, their voices dropped to a low hum.

“Together we will sacrifice our souls to Achelon. Our souls will be free. The gods will make us whole.” West raised his voice, his words echoing through the darkness surrounding us.

I had no clue what he was talking about. In the back of my mind, I remembered that in Greek mythology, Achelon was a river, or some sort of entrance to the underworld. I had a lot of research to do.

“Here, in our sacred temple, we heal. Here, in our sacred temple, we cleanse and purge our sins. Here, in our sacred temple, we travel through our pain to find healing and forgiveness. We reject punishment. We replace punishment with pain. Through pain, through sex, through lust and love — we find our eternal souls. We give thanks to Achelon. We offer our bodies as our ultimate gift for this healing.”

Hypnotic and enchanting, West’s words left me reeling. What was all this?

West leaned over me, the weight of his body pushing me back on the bed as he hovered over me. His mouth found mine, his hands ran over my skin.

I parted my thighs, wrapping them around his hips as he entered me easily. My body was reacting to this entire scene with intense arousal, which surprised me. I might not understand his words, but I understood his body perfectly.

West’s cock slid inside me with excruciating slowness. I writhed with hunger, wanting all of him. But he stopped halfway, his eyes transformed with darkness as he gazed down at me and pulled out.

“West!” I cried out, my thighs tightening around his hips in a desperate attempt to pull him back in.

“Tell us,” he said, reminding me that we weren’t alone. “Tell us all what you want, Kaylee. Tell theGods.”

I stumbled over my thoughts, struggling to form words when all I wanted to do was feel.

“I want you, West. I want you to…” I hesitated.

What did I want? Did I want him to make love to me? Did I want him to fuck me like a savage beast until I couldn’t think straight?

“West, please,” I begged. Wasn’t that enough?

“No.”

“West…” I shook my head, lifting my hips.

“Look at you, Kaylee,” he teased, pleasure filling those stormy eyes. “Begging for it. Your eyes. Your body. You want my cock, don’t you, Little Rose? You want my cock filling your sweet pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, West!” I cried out. “Please, I need your cock now!”

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