Chapter 92 Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Chapter 92
Kimberley 

He doesn’t resist my silent invitation, draping his body over mine and kissing me so deeply we’re both gasping for air.

Then he wraps his arms around me and rolls. The world spins in my vision, and the next thing I know, I’m straddling him on the bed, my lips still attacking his with desperate ferocity.

But that doesn’t last long. Darren grabs a fistful of my hair at the roots, tugging gently to break my mouth away from his. As we break apart, both breathing hard, he taps my ass with his other hand.

“Up. I have to taste you.”

Up?

I blink at him stupidly, not quite sure what he’s getting at—until he brings his other hand down to my ass and pushes me upward on his body.

Suddenly understanding what he’s getting at, I follow his urging, crawling up until I’m straddling his face, my knees braced on either side of his head.
He latches onto my thighs with both hands, spreading them a little wider and holding on tight as his tongue darts out to run up my slit, sliding through the arousal that’s already coating my pussy lips.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, dropping my head forward as he repeats the action, plunging his tongue deeper inside this time.

His gaze flashes up to meet mine, and the possessiveness I see in his green irises makes my clit throb even as terror makes my heart beat faster.

I don’t want to be his.
That’s not what I want.
Is it?

He doesn’t give me the opportunity to spiral into panic over that question, because as soon as he gets a taste of me, he doesn’t seem to be able to stop. He licks me again, swirling the tip of his tongue over my clit before lapping at my pussy like he’s trying to devour me whole.

I may be an addict, but Darren is too.
Desire hardens his features, and his fingers dig into my thighs so hard it’s almost painful as he feasts on me.

I can’t help myself. I swirl my hips, grinding against his face as I chase the pleasure his tongue is giving me. His mouth closes around my pussy, and his tongue dances over and through my wet folds, and when my eyes droop shut, he uses his grip on me to pull me even closer to him.

My eyelids fly open again, and his emerald gaze catches mine, holding me captive as he works my clit with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
Fuck. I don’t want him to see.

I have a feeling he can see all the way down to my soul right now, that all my usual defenses have been broken down by his assault on my pussy. He can see the things I’ve tried so desperately to hide.

But I can’t look away. I can’t break the connection between us, even as I shatter into a million splintered pieces. I shudder in his grasp, my hips jerking and riding his face as he continues lapping at me, drawing out the torrent of pleasure that floods my body.

When my orgasm finally subsides, Darren doesn’t let up. He runs his tongue up and down my slit, gathering the new wetness that seeped from me as I came so hard I saw stars.

He doesn’t look like he ever wants to stop, and he doesn’t release my gaze as he feasts, licking and sucking and swirling his tongue.

It’s filthy and dirty and so fucking hot, and my muscles clench again as aftershocks shoot through me. He finally releases his grip on my thighs, sliding his hands up over my stomach to massage my breasts, tugging and rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I moan, arching my back and reaching one hand behind me. I can just reach his cock, and when I wrap my fingers around it, Darren jerks beneath me. He wasn’t expecting that, I don’t think.

All his focus was on me, and now that I’m returning the favor and torturing him, his tongue and lips become even hungrier, more demanding.

He grunts against my pussy, and I roll my hips against his face, no longer caring how fucked up or wrong this is. I might hate myself tomorrow, but I’m beyond giving a shit about that right now.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Darren’s cock thickens in my grip, and he massages my breasts harder. Then, suddenly, he releases them and grabs my ass again, lifting me off his face. I lose my hold on his shaft as he slides out from under me, leaving me kneeling on the mattress, and a second later, his arm wraps around me from behind.

His cock slides between my thighs as his chest presses against my back, and my pussy clenches, suddenly feeling so empty I can’t stand it. I don’t want to be empty. I want to be full.
I want Darren to fill me up.

Maybe when I’m full of his cock, there won’t be room for any doubt and pain, for fury and obsessive thoughts of vengeance.
Maybe it will just be us. Maybe we won’t feel so broken.

My breath is coming in staccato gasps as I angle my hips, bumping back against him. I feel him fist his thick length, drawing it through my folds, teasing my entrance as he holds me up with his other arm. L

Then the fat head of his cock slips inside me, and he bottoms out in one hard thrust.
A guttural noise falls from my lips, and he echoes it, the sound full of both agony and relief.

I’m still sore from Caden, and I can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that yesterday, he was inside me. Tonight, Darren is the one fucking me, and I know there are so many things I should feel about that—guilt, anger, confusion.

But all I feel at the moment is an overwhelming sense of rightness. As if this is how it’s meant to be.