Page 52 of The Never List
“A mirror,” I say when he gently lays me on the bed.
He smirks playfully and glances up. “There’s one here, too,” he says, pointing behind me. I rise up on my elbows and tilt my head back to see that his headboard is a mirror. My skin flushes over my whole body at the sight of the two of us—me sprawled before him, his massive, powerful bodyover me as he stalks up the bed.
“You like to watch,” I say. Likes to watch and likes the element of getting caught. I file away the desires, biting back a smile.
“That depends on who I’m watching,” he says, his fingers gliding over my legs in languid strokes. “Look up,” he demands at the same time he drags my ankles down, laying me flat on the bed.
I do as he says, my heart racing. I watch him in the mirror, watchusin the mirror. His smooth, lightly tanned skin stretches over the muscles in his back, flexing as he shifts on his knees. His dark-brown hair is the perfect silkiness to grip as he spreads my thighs and—
Shock flares through my body as he drags his tongue down the center of me. He moves his hands beneath my ass, palming me as he lifts, giving him a deeper angle to lick me again. Andagain.
He thrusts his tongue deep before pulling out to tease that bundle of nerves that is aching, pulsing for him. He works me up so fast I can barely breathe around the need, around the ache—
He sucks hard, sending me crashing over the edge in a wave of pleasure. I arch against him, desperate and greedy as I ride it out.
“That,” he says, moving to settle atop me, arms resting on either side of my head, “I could watch all fucking day.”
I note my lust-glazed eyes in the mirror, the flush on my cheeks, the give in my body under his. Then my eyes snap to his as he nudges at my entrance. He hovers there, eyes on mine.
“Is this okay?”
I study him. Would he really stop if I asked? We’re already so deep into this—is he actually asking permission?
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he says as if he can read my mind. “You know I don’t care about the invitation, the Choosing contract. We do this on your terms. Always.”
Warmth pools in my chest and between my thighs. I’ve never been given this kind of compassion and control before, and I suddenly don’t know how to react to it.
Acting on instinct, I reach up and kiss him, more gently this time. Then I move my hand between us, gripping him, guiding him in an inch. A shudder rocks through him, and slowly, almost agonizingly, he slides in.
“Fuck, Rylee,” he groans as he seats himself to the hilt. “You feel so good.”
I tremble around him as he kisses me with long strokes of his tongue, the tastes of the two of us crashing in an intoxicating flavor that has me wrapping my legs around his hips, urging him to move.
He does. Timidly at first, his blue eyes on my face as he gauges my every reaction, almost as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt me. I suppose with his power—his nearly indestructible strength and speed and flight—he could, but it’s the last thing I’m worried about. All I can think, all I can feel, is him. The way our bodies fit together, the way we move together like we were made for it, like we’ve done this a thousand times and know all the right spots to hit.
“Kal.”I breathe his name when he slides an arm under my lower back, hefting me up to take me from a better angle. In this position, his hips grind against my aching core every time he thrusts, ramping up my body so tightly, I can barely speak. I rock against him, needing more—more friction,more intensity, morehim.
“Fuck,”Kal says, eyes on me. “Look at you. Look at howperfectyou are under me.” He glances up, and I follow his gaze, watching him fuck me. It turns me wholly liquid, the sight of his powerful body atop mine, claiming me in a way I never knew possible.
“Harder,” I demand, and Kal slows his pace, looking to me in question. I playfully bite his bottom lip.“Harder.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Hold on to me.”
I do as he says, wrapping my arms around his neck and locking my ankles behind his back. And then he unleashes himself on me.
Kal pumps into me hard and fast, gliding against that bundle of nerves while he fills me, and I can’t help my gasp.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Goddess,yes.” He feels like a dream against me, his arms holding me so tight I see stars. Every nerve in my body comes alive at his touch, sparking, pushing me right up to that sweet edge.
I want to lose myself in him. I want to live in this bliss for the rest of forever. I want to live where nothing outside of this feeling exists.
I want tofall.
“Rylee.” He says my name like a plea, and I open my eyes, my entire body tingling. I’m a tight spring ready to snap; my breath quickens as he keeps me right on the cusp. And then I’m pleading, begging him.
“Come with me.” I almost moan the words. “Please.Kal.”
“Say that again,” he demands, pulling all the way out of me, holding me there in anticipation.
