Page 68 of The Lies of Bryn van Doren

She tries the nob, and her belly flips in excitement when she finds it unlocked. She slips through the door, unable to hide her smile when she turns to lock them inside. Biting her lip, she tries to control her desire as she becomes aware of the extent of their role reversal.

Tonight—I’m not his. He’s mine.

Jessica doesn’t turn on any lights as she struts out of the narrow entryway and into the main room. Khalohn is standing where she stood the first night he came to her in their space. He doesn’t move as she closes the distance between them, dropping her clutch on the kitchen island as she passes. She can’t take her eyes off of him. His tie is undone, draped around his neck and down each side of his chest. He’s unfastened his collar, and his sleeves are rolled up his forearms.

Jessica doesn’t notice how her breath has increased in speed.

Him, standing there, waiting for her, making her chest ache and her core pulse with need—it must be how he feels when he walks in to find her waiting for him. Breathless as she may be, she also feels powerful. Powerful and confident. Confident enough to act without second guessing herself.

Tonight—I’m not his. He’s mine.

In the dim light crawling through the window, Khalohn can see the dress Bryn is wearing is white. Her shoulders are bare, the sleeves of the garment pushed down around her upper arms. It molds her perky breasts, clinging to her small waist before it loosens up and dances around her hips and upper thighs. She makes her way toward him slowly. Intentionally. His eyes devour her in the same manner.

He admires her legs, his penis growing harder when his eyes make it down to the strappy, black sandal heels wrapped around her feet. Neither of them speaks a word, as if all that needed to be said was muttered through the airwaves before either of them stepped foot into the apartment. When she’s within reaching distance, Khalohn stretches out his arm, taking hold of her waist in order to pull her closer. She follows his lead only until her heaving chest is pressed against his.

Taking him by surprise, she shoves his hand away from her with her left hand, pressing her right fingertips against his lips. Tracing his mouth delicately, she stares into his eyes and shakes her head. He doesn’t get her meaning until she starts to drag her hand down over his bearded chin, along his neck, grazing his chest, until she’s reached the belt at his hips.

His breaths are harder to come by at the feel of her unfastening his buckle. She doesn’t take her eyes off his as she slides the accessory off entirely, dropping it onto the floor. When she unbuttons his pants, he leans down to kiss her, but she jerks her head back and forces his zipper out of her way. A low growl tickles the base of his throat, but he doesn’t fight her as she yanks the hem of his button-up out of his pants. Her hands fist the fabric, as if she’s fighting for control, and he can’t take his eyes off of her.

Bryn pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and makes quick work of the buttons on his shirt. He helps her rid his body of the fabric only after she forces it over his shoulders. As the garment hits the floor, she flattens her palms against his chest, feeling her way over his pecs, across his abs, down his hips, until she slips a hand beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs and wraps her fingers around his long length. Khalohn clenches his jaw closed tight and reaches for Bryn’s hips. When she lets him go only to push his hands off of her a second time, his nostrils flare, the side of his mouth lifts, and he coughs out a clipped laugh that dissolves into a grunt.

Jessica is so wet, aroused by the gorgeous man in front of her just as much as she is by the upper hand she’s got—the dominance she’s taking. When Khalohn doesn’t fight her, it makes her impatient, but she tries to take her time. She wants to savor this moment. Leaning toward him, she licks his chest, starting just below his collar bone and working her way up his neck, until she meets his beard. She can feel him practicallyvibrating, his lack of control driving him crazy and turning her on even more. She licks and kisses his neck, sliding her hands around his waist before submerging them into his briefs and over the bare skin of his ass. He jerks his hips, pressing his erection against her lower belly, and they both moan together.

Her soaked panties make it impossible for her to hold back a second longer. Jessica drops to her knees, shoving Khalohn’s clothes out of her way as she descends. His shaft springs free, jutting straight at her, and her mouth waters at the sight. She’s wanted to take him in her mouth since their first night in 601, but he’s always denied her. Now she wonders if she’ll come at her first taste.

Bryn wraps her mouth around the tip of his painfully hard length, and Khalohn clenches his fingers into fists. She feels so good, he can hardly stand it. She sucks, swirling her tongue around him greedily, and it takes everything in him not to thrust himself further into her mouth. As if she can read his mind, she slowly swallows more of him, humming as she does so. Her eyes are closed, her hands pressed against the front of his thighs, as if she’s savoring him. After a couple strokes, she starts to set a steady rhythm. When she lifts her hands, wrapping both around the base of his length, working him in tandem with her mouth, he knows he’ll come before he’s ready if he doesn’t stop her soon.

He buries his fingers in her hair with every intention of pulling her away. Then she hollows out her cheeks, and his hands only end up helping to guide her back and forth along his erection.

“Fuck, precious,” he mutters, willing himself to reign in his desire.

She moans in response, and he can’t take it anymore.

Khalohn yanks on her hair, forcing Jessica off of him. She pants, her eyes flying open as her gaze goes straight for his dick. She wants more, but before she can take what she wants, he shoves his hands underneath her arms and brings her to her feet. She blinks, and suddenly her dress is being pulled over her head. Then his hands are at her hips, gripping her so tightly she wonders if he’ll leave bruises. She doesn’t dwell on it long as he lifts her from her feet. Just as her body reacts, her legs and arms stretching out to encircle him, her back is pushed up against one of the smooth, wooden beams in the room. A second later, Khalohn is shoving aside her panties. He buries his face in her neck, growling deep as he sweeps his fingers along her seam, drenched in her arousal.

“Precious,” he whispers before slamming his hard length inside of her.

“Khal,” she mewls, her legs tensing around his hips.

He rams into her twice, and that’s all it takes. Her back arched, her hands reaching for the beam above her head, she holds on tight as her orgasm barrels through her, setting her whole body on fire.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters, his lips grazing the skin just beneath her ear.

He rides her through her climax, his thrusts coming faster as he races to find his. When it hits him, it crashes over him like a wave, euphoria sweeping through him from his head down to his toes. He buries himself deep once, then twice, going as far as he can go, fusing their bodies together as he spills his seed inside of her.

When he’s finished, he lifts his head in search of one thing. Closing his mouth around hers, he plunges his tongue between her lips, groaning when she drops her arms and submerges her fingers into his hair. She kisses him back hungrily and without restraint, and Khalohn can already feel his semi-hard length—still inside of her—gearing up for another round.

“You had your turn, precious,” he pants against her mouth. Slipping out of her, he reaches down to grab her ass and keeps hold of her as he steps away from the beam. “Now it’s mine.”

“’Kay,” she whispers.

When Jessica succumbsto the unrelenting pull of sleep, she’s cognizant of only one thing—the warm, hard man at her back, his arm draped heavily around her middle, his thigh wedged between hers. She doesn’t know what time it is, and she doesn’t care.

She called.

He answered.

And the hours that followed were better than she could have ever imagined.

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