Page 59 of The Lies of Bryn van Doren

With a grunt, Khalohn takes hold of Bryn’s hips, pushing her away from him. Rather than letting her go, he lifts her from her feet and carries her the short distance to the island. No sooner does he set her on the counter than he’s ripping her panties down her legs. She shrugs the sleeves of her robe off as he discards his shirt, and then his mouth is on hers again. He swallows her whimper as she hooks her legs around his hips, her hands clasping the back of his neck. He holds her tightly at her waist with one arm, using his free hand to feel his way along her smooth thigh. When he reaches her hip, his fingers find their way to her center, and her back arches, causing her chest to press into his as he grazes over her entrance.

Fucking hell, he thinks as he groans.Sopping wet.

He ends their kiss, nibbling on her lip before he dips down, spreading her legs and hooking them over his shoulders. She quivers at the first swipe of his tongue, and he’s so hard he can feel his pulse in his dick. The second her fingers are in his hair, he knows he won’t stop until she’s trembling with her release.

Jessica can’t think straight, she’s too busyfeeling. Throwing her head back, she holds herself upright with one hand propped behind her, the other holding tight to Khalohn’s thick mane. She’s entirely unaware of how fierce her grip is, and completely oblivious of the fact that she doesn’t have to worry he’ll stop. All she knows is a tongue has never felt so good. It’s like she’s a delicacy, and he intends to savor every bite.

“Khalohn,” she mewls as the fuse he’s lit deep inside of her starts to burn. She seals her eyes closed tight, gasping and moaning as her orgasm draws closer and closer. He slips a finger inside of her, sucking on her bundle of nerves, and she detonates. “Oh, god!” she cries as her legs shake, the heels of her feet digging into his back.

He draws out her pleasure, adding another finger as he lifts up, grabbing the back of her neck. Humming in satisfaction, she rights her head and happily offers him her mouth. When the walls of her sex begin to relax, he removes his hand from between her legs, taking hold of the back of her knee to keep her close. Their kiss is hard and greedy, and he likes how much she appreciates the taste of herself on his tongue. It’s not long before Bryn’s reaching for his belt, silently begging for more. When her hand finds its way into his pants, grabbing him through his briefs, he grunts and pulls up for air.

“Let me,” she pants, pressing her forehead to his. “Please?”

He considers it only for a moment. He doesn’t need longer. If there’s one thing he’s sure of, it’s that it’s been a week since his dick has been inside of this woman. Her mouth won’t be enough. Her mouth isn’t what he craves.

Reaching for the hem of her nightie, he looks her straight in the eye and then grumbles, “No.”

Before she can react, he’s pulling off her last item of clothing, forcing her to let him go. He tosses her garment aside and then gathers her into his arms. She clings to him as he lifts her from the counter and carries her through the apartment to the bed. Upon arrival, he eases her atop the white comforter and then stands to remove the rest of his clothing. The hungry look in her eye at the sight of his stiff penis doesn’t go unnoticed, and Khalohn almost gives in to her previous request. Before he can change his mind, he strokes himself once and then settles his body between her hips.

Dragging his heavy length across her center, he brings his lips to hers and inquires, “You on the pill?”

“Yeah,” she breathes with a nod, spreading her legs wider.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Jessica knows whatever conversation they’re having in that moment should probably include more words. More explanations. More assurances. But she wants him too badly. She’s been here before—on the brink of having him inside of her. Even though she came just a few minutes ago, the anticipation of havingallof him makes it impossible for her to listen, let alone interpret, her own thoughts.

“Khalohn!” she cries as he fully buries himself inside of her.

His eyes are completely dilated as he gazes down at her, pausing when he’s perfectly seated.

God, how is this possible, Jessica thinks, clinging to him with all her limbs.It’s better—holy hell, it’s better than I remember.

Khalohn pulls out of her slowly and then pounds into her again, never taking his eyes from hers. On his third pass, he tucks his face into her neck, gripping her waist tightly in an effort to remain in control. Needing to taste her, he licks his way up her neck before kissing the spot just behind her ear. He pulls out and then returns as he mutters, “Absolutely precious.”

Keeping his hold on her waist, he slips his other arm beneath her before flipping them over, until he’s on his back. Bryn rights herself, her eyes widening as she glances down at their connection. Khalohn simply stares up at her, waiting to see what she’ll do next. He doesn’t have to wait long before she plants her hands on his abs—her contact making his muscles flex. They keep their eyes on one another as she lifts her hips, until only the tip of him is inside of her. Then she slowly takes him inside of her again. Her jaw falls open and she squeaks in desperation before she repeats the act. She goes slow for three strokes as she grows comfortable, confident,greedy.

Jessica has never been so turned on in her life. The gorgeous man underneath her—inside of her—deeper than anyone has ever been—she can’t get enough. She rides him faster, harder, needing more.Desperatefor it.

“More,” she mewls unabashedly. “More.”

Smoothing his hands up her thighs, Khalohn takes hold of her hips, syncing his movements with hers. Every time she works her way down, he charges up. Soon, they’re both chasing the tingling sensation that grows stronger and stronger between them.

“Khal—” she breathes before she’s cut off by a gasp. “Khal—don’t—oh, god—don’t—don’t stop!”

Her nails dig into his chest as her body locks up around his. Her sex strangles his so tightly—Bryn’s hot, slick, tight walls demanding his seed—he can’t hold back. Thrusting his shaft into her relentlessly, he rides the wave of her orgasm as it pushes him into oblivion right along with her.

It’s nearly midnight,and Jessica’s body is so loose and sated, it’s as if she’s had a full body massage. She doesn’t close her eyes, too afraid if she does, she’ll sink into a deep sleep. Given that sleep would hinder the possibility of having Khalohn inside of her again, she stubbornly clings to her current state of consciousness. She’s stretched out in the middle of the bed, the top sheet pulled up to her waist, her hands pressed together and tucked underneath her cheek as she stares at the man responsible for her last four orgasms. He lays in the mirrored position of hers, only his eyes are closed.

She misses the blue of his irises, but she doesn’t dwell on it. It’s pointless to do so. As good as she feels, as many times as he’s owned her body in the most splendid ways, she reminds herself she doesn’t belong to him. She barely knows him. More than that, he doesn’t know her. Not even so much as her name.

Except, the longer she lays beside him, the longer she admires the lines of his face, the more shewantsto know him. Jessica wants to know the man who cares more about getting her off than letting her take care of him. She wants to know the man who kisses her like she’s the last woman he’ll ever have the chance to kiss. He could have his pick of women in all of New York City, and yet he’s chosen topayfor her. Most of all, she wants to slip under the skin of the man who thinks herpreciousand stay a while.

Knowing this’ll likely never happen, she continues to lay still in the silence, taking what he’ll give her. When she hesitantly extracts a hand from beneath her cheek, she holds her breath as she reaches for his face. Her fingertips graze through the soft hairs of his thick beard along his jaw. She likes the feel of his whiskers, especially against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jessica freezes when Khalohn moves. He doesn’t open his eyes as he frees one of his hands and reaches for her. Her belly flips in excitement when he presses a hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer. She fights a smile, tracing her fingers from his jaw, to the hairline around his ear. When she submerges her fingers in his thick strands of mussed hair, he grazes his fingers back and forth across the top of her backside.

“Do you like the apartment?”

Jessica isn’t sure why she asks. She can’t explain her desire for pillow talk, only that she’s not ready to go to sleep yet. There’s something about the moment, about the quiet, content nature of it that begs for more.

When a smirk pulls at the corner of Khalohn’s mouth, she stares at his lips, watching as he murmurs, “Honestly, I hadn’t noticed.” His voice is sexy—his tone soft and rough, as if held in the clutches of a battle between exhaustion and resilience. “The two times I walked through the door today, something else had my attention.”

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