Page 46 of Hiding In the Dark (The Righteous 4)
He sucked in a sharp breath as his hand gripped his dick and rubbed the weeping head between her pussy lips until he was soaking wet. As the tip pressed into the tight grip, his muscles shook with the effort it took not to just slam himself home.
“Oh, fuck,” he said through clenched teeth as inch by inch he sank deeper until he was fully embedded inside of her. Sweat trickled down his back, matching the line that slid between the valley of Ashley’s heaving breasts.
Her arms reached out to the side and gripped the thick comforter in tight fists. “Don’t be gentle,” she panted out.
“What?”
The look she gave him was that of a primal animal. She arched her back and groaned before answering, “I said don’t be gentle. Fuck me hard, Kes. Make me scream.”
She didn’t have to ask him a third time. Sliding back, he didn’t hold back as he slammed home, rocking her body with the force.
“Oh fuck, yes. That’s it.”
“God dammit, you feel too good.” He clenched his eyes shut as he tried to stave off the orgasm that was rapidly building. He let the starved and wild part of himself loose, his hips thrusting as hard and fast as he could. The bed’s headboard banged noisily against the wall in time to the sound of slapping skin as they came together. Kes let go of Ashley’s ankles so he could grab the wrought iron bed frame for more leverage.
“Fuck, yes,” Ashley screamed as the walls around his cock clamped down hard. “Kes,” she yelled his name and grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in, and it was the sweetest pain he could ask for as she arched up into him, her pleasure taking over her body.
Letting go of the last bit of control he had, he lost himself in the feel of her and the sound of her voice calling out his name. With a final thrust, he rammed forward into her, and every muscle flexed as he cried out the powerful orgasm that rocked him to his very core. If it was possible to feel torn apart and put back together again at the same time, then that was what he felt as the final stream of come left his body.
Gasping, he fell forward onto his forearms, careful not to lay his weight on Ashley. His heart hammered hard like a jackhammer in his chest as they lay there in the quiet aftermath.
Rising up enough that he could see Ashley’s face, he froze as he watched the tear travel down her cheek.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head back and forth before a small smile pulled up the corners of her lips. Her hands shook as she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair and down the sides of his neck. Finally, she trailed her fingers along his shoulders.
“Did this really happen? Am I awake, or is this another one of my dreams?”
Kes smirked and softly touched her swollen lips with his own. “If this is a dream we’re having together, Doll, I never want to wake up.”
Ashley kept wanting to pinch herself to make sure it really was all real. Kes Reynolds was in her bed, laying in her arms with her head over his heart. She lifted her head slightly and stared at his peaceful expression. Those thick, dark eyelashes that stood out against his softly tanned skin would make any woman jealous.
Taking advantage of the few moments of quiet, she took in the man that had become the one, overwhelmingly constant thought she had for so many years. The tattoos were beyond sexy, and yet, as she stared at them closer, there was a lot of pain expressed in the artwork. Tears, graves, skulls, and the shadowed face of a soldier laid out on the ground were only a few of the images making up the intricate mosaic, but it was the flames and the ghosting of a hand among the flames that made her shiver. Her eyes flicked to the area on his side and the arm that had been graphed. She wondered if that was how he was injured.
“I can feel you watching me, Doll.” Kes’s low voice made her jump, but his hand simply pulled her a little closer to his body.
“How long have you been awake?”
“I don’t sleep much. I’ve been awake most of the night.”
Those amazing amber eyes fluttered open and heat stirred in her gut with a single glance from them. He put his opposite arm behind his head, and the movement showed off his biceps. She couldn’t stop herself from staring.
“I really like you staring at me like that.”
“You’re a prat with a one-track mind.”
The smile that spread across his face was devious and so like the teenage version of Kes, back when she’d thought he was so carefree.
“I’m not sure what that is, but if it means I’m a rockstar in bed, then you can call me prat all you want.”
She pushed herself up and rolled her eyes. “Oh, lord. It means you’re a brat, jerk, pain in my butt,” she teased and went to stand.
Kes reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back until he could roll on top of her. Easily pinning her to the bed, he rained soft kisses along her neck that made her giggle but also stirred the desire in her gut. It was like a light switch being turned on.
“I missed that sound,” he said as he pulled away from her neck and played with the ends of her hair.
“Me laughing?”
