Page 121 of In Darkness We Claim

At first, he’s frozen, his lips not moving at all as his eyes remain open and fixed on me, but when I start to pull away, that’s when his gaze flickers to life. He kisses me hard, claiming me in a bruising kiss that is both tender and full of raw passion.

My head swims from the intensity of him claiming my lips, his tongue seeking access that I willingly give. His cock twitches, but he still doesn’t move his hips, keeping himself buried inside as my pussy aches for more.

When he pulls away from the kiss, I let out a soft groan, not ready for there to be any distance between us. Not when his silver eyes are finally warm, and he’s looking at me like he might actually see me.

Suddenly, Lawson reaches over to the bedside table, his dick moving ever so slightly, pulling a moan from my lips as he grabs the knife he keeps there. My heart races, but more out of excitement than fear, as I trust he’d never hurt me. Though I doubt that for a moment when I remember he’s not acting like himself right now.

As Lawson leans over and slices the ropes tying my arms to either side of the bed, I give him a small smile in thanks, as he knows how much I enjoy touching him when he’s fucking me. I waste no time wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss that I feel down to the tips of my toes.

He then pulls back completely so he can slice the ropes binding my legs. After he’s thrown the rope and his knife onto the floor, he tenderly massages my legs as he stretches them out, encouraging the blood to flow freely now I can move them again.

But the feel of his fingers digging into my tense muscles has my head spinning, and I can’t take him being so far away from me any longer. I reach down and pull him back up my body, spreading my legs so he can slot between them once more, as I lift my head to capture his lips.

He kisses me with so much passion, as his hands explore every inch of my body. I keep mine wrapped around his neck, with my legs locked around his waist, my way of holding him close so he can’t move away. As his fingers caress and pull on my nipples, he swallows my whimpers as he continues owning every part of me.

The closeness and intimacy makes my heart thud in my chest. It’s like someone has released a shitload of butterflies in my stomach, and each flutter sets my nerve endings on fire.

We both pull back from the kiss, drawing in some much-needed air, as we continue gazing into each other’s eyes, like we’re seeing the other clearly for the first time. His silver gaze is warm yet piercing, and I’ve never seen so much emotion staring back at me. It’s so at odds with his blank mask from just a few minutes earlier.

This is the exact moment it hits me that I don’t need to hear the words from Lawson; I can see them reflected in his gaze. I know with absolute certainty that he feels the same way I do, and that the emotion is reflected in my eyes too. I might not have the courage to say it aloud, but with each beat of my heart, I’m more certain that I love this man. He’s captured my heart and soul, and I couldn’t change it if I wanted to.

I push away all the negative thoughts that remind me of why this is a bad idea, that no matter how we feel, we have no future together. All of those things, whilst true, don’t change what is between us. We’re free-falling together, whether we say the words to each other or not, and there’s no stopping it now.

I know this is going to end in heartbreak eventually; we both do, but as he ravages my skin with his lips and touch, I can’t bring myself to care. I’ll deal with the aftermath when it comes—and it will come—but right now, I want to bathe in the feelings I’m too frightened to admit to him.

I rock my hips, and Lawson groans with his mouth around my nipple, taking my not-so-subtle hint. He releases my nipple from between his teeth, his gaze still locked on mine as he slowly pulls his cock out, not stopping until only the tip remains inside.

His hands are gripping my hips so tightly they’re sure to leave bruises, but I don’t care. I love wearing his marks, and he loves seeing them on me. He holds his position for what seems like an eternity, and though there’s so much emotion shining in his eyes, his expression remains worryingly blank, and I don’t know what to say or do about that.

I open my mouth, though I’m not entirely sure what is about to come out, but Lawson silences me by thrusting his dick in deep, my back arching as I take all of him. My nerves prickle as he does the same again, pulling out slowly before pushing in hard, hitting the sweet spot that makes my eyes roll.

He places his arm beside my head before leaning over me, his body flush against mine, stealing every bit of my personal space. His breath fans over my face and his eyes bore into mine, stealing my breath away as he continues his slow, torturous strokes with his cock, my pussy fluttering with desire as I ache for more.

I rake my nails down his back, loving the way he shivers beneath my touch, his skin bursting out in goosebumps as my fingers trail over his flesh. He presses soft kisses against my cheek, along my jaw, and down my neck, and I shudder at the tenderness of each touch.

The slow intensity makes me feel like he’s trying to devour every part of me, taking his time as he claims each piece, one at a time. And the pleasure builds just as slowly as his ministrations, starting out as a mere ember before burning bright like a flame.

“More, please,” I whisper, worried my words might break the intense bubble we find ourselves in.

For the first time since I woke up, Lawson’s lips tilt into the smallest of smiles, but it’s gone just as quickly, making me question whether it was real. But he gives in to my demand, thrusting in just that little bit quicker. It’s nowhere near his usual brutal, claiming pace, but it destroys me even more.

This must be what making love feels like, I think to myself, not daring to voice that thought aloud, as it really would burst our bubble. But there’s no denying that’s exactly what this is.

Lawson’s slow, deliberate strokes send a shiver down my spine, drawing out every drop of pleasure. The sensations are so intense, it makes my head spin. My core clenches, a tight knot of anticipation, as every muscle in my body tenses, and with each sensual push and pull, I’m propelled closer to my release.

It’s so different from anything I’ve experienced in the past. Normally, it’s like I’m barrelling towards my release at the rate of a racecar, but this is more of a slow trek, with each step getting more intense. It’s the slowest of slow burns, but as I near the peak, I’m certain it has the power to set the entire world alight.

I claw at Lawson’s back as I give myself over to the overwhelming sensations, my gaze locked on his as he stares back. His eyes are blazing bright, and his expression has softened as his own pleasure washes over him, relaxing him at the same time.

The only noise in the room is the slow thrusts of skin slapping together, our breaths intermingling, and the soft moans that echo as we hold on to each other like the world is trying to pull us apart and we won’t let it. My grip on his back tightens to the point I’m surprised I’ve not drawn blood, but Lawson doesn’t seem to mind, as he holds me just as tight.

I whimper as my pussy walls flutter around his cock, getting wetter with each lazy stroke. My mouth falls open in a gasp when my orgasm takes over, and Lawson captures my lips to steal my moans as my body tenses.

Shudders ripple down my spine as fire races through my veins, burning me from the inside as I cry out with my release. My pussy clamps down on Lawson’s cock, holding him deep inside as I tremble beneath his hard, firm body.

My eyes flutter closed as I lose myself to the moment, all of my nerve endings prickling like live-wires as bliss takes over every part of me.

Lawson’s low, deep voice is barely above a whisper, but since it’s the first time he’s spoken tonight, it seems so much louder. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I need to see you.”