Chapter 97 Ninety Seven
DANIKA
His fingers grip my hair as I take him deep into my mouth, trying so hard not to gag. He grits his teeth, thrusting into my mouth with a guttural groan. The sound shoots straight to my pussy, arousal heating my blood.
"Will you let me fuck your mouth, baby girl?" He says, his voice rougher than usual, as if it's being dragged out of him.
I bob my head, and he groans, pulling out enough for me to suck in air.
Then he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and stretching my lips with his sheer size.
"Such a pretty girl," he moans. "Taking my cock like a pro."
Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I clamp my thighs together, sucking him off as hard as I can. His grunts turn animalistic as he fucks my mouth, his flesh hot and hard. My greedy cunt shamelessly throbs for his attention. I really don't know how I got here. I'm a good girl, I swear.
"That's it, Angel. Fuck, fuck, fuck," His movements quicken, my moans tangling with his.
I massage his base with my palm, his breathing growing heavier by the second.
"Shit, you're killing me, Dani. I'm so close,” He growls, and I start bobbing my head, massaging faster.
He pulls out with a hoarse cry, his load shooting over my lips and chin. We stare at each other for a moment, his chest heaving. His eyes are dilated with desire and the dark stirring of the Hollow.
"Holy shit, are you okay, dove?" He rasps breathlessly, hurrying to wipe off the cum on my face with tissues from his desk. I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, tasting the salty fluid. He sucks in a sharp breath.
"You look like you enjoyed that way more than I did," he says, and I grin.
"I did. Are you back to your senses now?" I ask, and he shakes his head, laughing softly.
"Not fully."
I bite my lower lip, worried. His nostrils flare, and his eyes grow even darker. It's clear that he's barely fighting the strain. "Are you trying to tempt me?"
I flash him an innocent smile, aware that he can smell my arousal. "Is it working?"
"Fuck. Don't do that. Aaron will be here soon," he says, and while he speaks, his hand presses briefly to his temple, like he's steadying himself, then he scoops me off the floor and places me on his desk.
I giggle as he slides my pants along with my underwear down, exposing my wet pussy to his hungry gaze. He goes on his knees, inhaling deeply, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face.
He presses a kiss to my clit, and a gasp slips from my lips. There's still blood on his face, but before I can point that out, he runs his tongue over my slit.
"Oh, Kaz," I moan, my hips jerking. My toes curl tight as he works my clit with his tongue, lapping and sucking. My thighs tremble, little white sparks shooting behind my eyelids.
He eats me out like a ravenous beast, stealing the air out of my lungs until I'm crying out uncontrollably. When the pressure explodes, my back arches, and he tongue-fucks me through it. I squeal, my body shaking as he drives me insane with his marvelous mouth.
After my second orgasm, he pulls my sweater off my head, grumbling under his breath.
"This is all your fault," he mutters, and I laugh as he buries his face against my neck, kissing my skin.
His lips close around my nipples, and I whimper, my eyes slipping closed. He rolls his wet tongue over my nipple, his thumb massaging my clit, and every thought in my brain dissolves into goo.
He pleases me so well, it doesn't take long before another orgasm rocks my body.
"Come for me, baby," he whispers hoarsely, latching onto my other nipple. I've barely come down from my high before his dick slides right into my dripping pussy.
My mouth drops open as he fills me up in one stroke. My thighs shake, a loud squeal escaping my lips when he begins to move.
"You feel so good, sweetheart. You're made for me," he whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe. My moans turn feverish, his scent intoxicating me.
"Yours, Kaz. I'm y-yours." I stutter, my brain glitching as he hits the spot that makes me convulse, my walls squeezing him.
But he doesn't stop, he brings me to my feet, catching me when my legs wobble. He apologizes in my ear. Then he takes me again from behind, the angle making me scream in pleasure. By the time he pulls out, warm cum drips out my ass, sliding down the inside of my thighs. Only then does the haze fall off.
"What the hell just happened?" I pant, turning to look at Kaziel. He winces and leans forward, barely catching himself.
"I got a little carried away. I didn't...hurt you, did I?" He croaks.
Kaziel's breathing is still unsteady, his forehead pressed to my shoulder as though he needs the contact to stay upright.
He pulls back just enough for me to see his face. The color has drained from it. Sweat beads along his temples, and his jaw is clenched so hard it looks painful.
"I shouldn't have pushed it that far," he breathes, and I stiffen.
"You didn't hurt me," I tell him. "You stayed in control."
"For now," he replies. "I wasn't entirely free from it. I can feel it coming back."
Right on cue, a shudder runs through him. He inhales sharply, one hand bracing against the desk.
I move without thinking, slipping my arms around him. "Hey. Stay with me."
His breath hitches as he rides out the wave.
"I needed that," he admits. "But it took more than I wanted to give."
Kaziel stumbles back, his face still pale. He swallows hard, running a hand over his face. His eyes look wet, as though he's barely holding back his tears. Worried, I push off the desk.
"Hey, it's okay. I wanted it too," I say, holding a hand to his arm.
"I could have hurt you—"
"But you didn't. Look at me, baby. I'm perfectly fine."
He heaves a sigh, pushing his hair away from his face.
“Come on, let’s head to bed. You need to lie down,” I say, and he nods. A little while later, as he lies in bed, I squeeze water from a towel, dabbing his forehead and wiping the blood off his face.
“Remember how my touch used to soothe the Hollow’s effect? Why is it no longer working? Is it basically because of the sanctum? I’m the vessel too, isn’t my touch supposed to help?” I ask Kaziel, and he closes his eyes.
“It’s…too late. We lasted this long because of the sanctum. I guess the Hollow grew hungry for blood. And now it’s fighting so hard to take over,” he replies.
My heart sinks as I glance at the clock, wondering where the hell Aaron is. It’s been nearly an hour since I made the call. I have a bad feeling about this.
Kaziel coughs into his elbows, groaning weakly.
“This absolutely sucks. Where the hell is Aaron?” He sounds congested when he speaks.
“I’ll go grab the phone. I left it in your study. I’ll try calling him again,” I say, leaning over to press a kiss to his forehead. He nods sluggishly, his lashes fluttering. Then I head out of the room and back to the mess we made in his study.
I pick up Kaziel’s phone from the floor, grimacing at the visible crack on the screen. Blowing out a breath, I tap his number. It goes straight to voicemail this time. A frown creases my brow.
That’s weird.
I try calling him again, but he still doesn’t answer. Uneasy, I hurry back to the room to tell Kaziel about this, but to my surprise, he’s no longer in bed where I left him earlier. A lump forms in my throat.
“Don’t freak out, Dani,” I say to myself. “Maybe he went to the bathroom.”
So, I head to the bathroom and knock, my heart beating furiously.
“Kaz?” I say, but he gives me no response. So, I push the door open. But it’s empty. Kaz…isn’t there.
My breathing quickens, my temperature nose-diving. I hurry out, searching around the house, refusing to believe the worst. There’s no way he drove out in his state. I would have heard it. Therefore, he has to be somewhere in the house.
But by the time I’ve gone through every part of the house, exhausted, the truth smacks me in the face.
Kaziel has gone missing.
My knees buckle, and I sink to the floor, terror washing over me.