Page 55 of Beauty and Kaos

Zaden helps me climb into the back of his lifted Silverado, then follows me. His hands wrap around my waist, lifting me up and spinning me around until his back is against the cab of the truck. He kisses me breathless beneath the stars, and I feel the truck engine rumble to life. Holding me tight, he sits down as I straddle his lap.

“How do you feel?” He asks, his lips meeting mine before roaming down my neck and across my shoulder.

“Hot,” I answer. “Everywhere. Inside. Outside. All the places you touch. All the places you don’t.”

He smiles against my shoulder. “I can relate.”

“This needs to go,” I demand, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” I get it partially undone before he reaches back and pulls it over his head, tossing it behind me. Finally, I can touch him. My hands slide across his skin, following the curves of muscles, tracing the lines in his tattoos. I dip my head and trace those same lines with my tongue, tasting the salt of his sweat.

His head falls back against the cab of the truck as he watches me, his hands sliding to my hips to pull me flush against his cock, hard beneath the material of his pants. The truck turns out of the parking lot and onto the main road, whipping the wind around us as we pick up speed. My hair tumbles behind me, and I meet his lips again.

Desire races through my bloodstream, pushing me closer to him, my skin hungry for his. I grind against him, riding him through our clothes, the ridge of his cock sliding against my panties. My breath comes in short gasps against his mouth, faster as I feel the energy building. His mouth travels down myneck, his hands gripping my ass until I can feel the individual points of pressure in every fingertip. When he bites me, I come. Hard and fast, the world exploding around me. Waves of fire rush over me until I’m trembling with sensation, vibrating on his lap with my head thrown back to the wind.

He holds the shattered pieces of me together until I can return to Earth, and I meet his gaze.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.

“I want you,” I tell him. “All of you. Right now.”

He smiles. “Soon.”

I shake my head, kissing him as my hand slides down his chest to his belt. “Now,” I repeat.

He laughs and grabs my hand, pinning it behind my back.

“Not yet. If I start now, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Still not understanding the problem.”

He laughs again, then wraps an arm around my waist and hauls us both to our feet. The Silverado races down the road, dark except for the occasional streetlight passing overhead. As we get further from the Aurora, the traffic dies out, and we’re the only car on the road.

I grip the top of the truck and watch the road in front of us, the wind rushing around me. I feel Zaden step up against my back, his arms wrapping around me. He kisses my shoulder, then moves up my neck.

“Do you trust me?” He asks against my skin, and I turn in his embrace. I meet his gaze, his ice-blue eyes dark with desire.

“I trust you.”

His hands go to my waist, and he lifts me up to sit on the top of the truck. My hands grip his arms, fear bubbling inside me as I watch the world fly by on allsides.

“Lay back,” he instructs, and my eyes widen. “Trust me.” He stands between my knees, his hands firmly gripped around my waist.

Fuck it.

I lay back against the cool metal roof of the Silverado. The night air flows over me like water, billowing the material of my skirt. I stare up into the sky, watching the stars dance and pulsate around the moon. Signs and condos and dimly lit strip centers pass as a blur along both sides of my periphery. I reach my arms out from my sides, the air rushing around my skin.

I’m flying.

His mouth is warm on the inside of my thigh. Kissing. Sucking. Dragging his teeth against my skin. The familiar craving begins to build again. He nips his way up my thigh until I feel his breath against the thin lace of my panties, then he applies the same attention to the other side. I feel his thumb dip beneath the fabric and tug it over to the side.

When his tongue slides inside, I almost lose it completely. He eats me like a delicacy, slowly and purposefully. Then picks up pace. His tongue hits a rhythm, brushing against the tiny bud of nerves with each lap. I moan, unable to help myself, trapping his head between my knees and burying my hands in his hair. I arch against his mouth.

“More,” I urge. “I need more.”

He slides a finger deep inside me, thrusting in time with the movement of his tongue. Then he adds another. I grind against his mouth, meeting the thrusts of his fingers as they start slow and gradually build. I can feel the rasp of his knuckles, the way he curls his fingertips when they’re buried deep, stroking me,teasing me.

I can feel it coming, the pressure building inside me. I grab the hand he has locked on my hip and drag it up my body. He lifts his mouth from between my thighs, and our eyes meet.

I shake my head. “Don’t stop,” I beg. Then I take his free hand and wrap it around my throat. His eyes darken. I rock my hips against the thrust of his fingers as his hand tightens around my neck, pinning me to the roof of the truck. Shirtless, muscles ridged as he reaches over me, his jaw set in determination, he holds my gaze. I want him to see it.

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