Page 43 of Pushed Through The Dark
Chapter Nine
Aubrey
His arms were strong, carrying me as if I weighed nothing. He held me firmly against his chest, and I allowed myself to rest against him.
Running my fingers down the side of his face, I couldn't deny the pull I felt.
There was a bristle of stubble on his cheek that scratched against the pads of my fingers. That small bit of shadow opened a door inside me. My stomach clenched and my sex began to come alive, pulsing with new life.
The feeling flowing through my body, zipping from head to my toe, came to a stop as it coalesced as a heat seeded deep in my core. Every inch of my body was drowning, sinking faster and faster into Koa.
He moved through the house with long sweeping strides, taking me to an area I hadn't been before. Carrying me up a spiral staircase, he came to a stop at a set of french doors. There was a design intricately carved in the wood. Both halves of the image came together in the center, and created the picture of a woman with four arms, standing in the middle of a giant flower.
It was incredible. I attempted to reach out and run my finger through one of the thick paths that made up her dress, but, Koa threw the door open, casting a rush of air through the room that ruffled the curtains on the giant window.
Giving the door a hard kick, it slammed shut behind us, sealing me inside with a man I knew I shouldn't want. I shouldn't have these feelings rolling through my body. My heart shouldn't be beating with excitement. My pussy shouldn't be throbbing with desire.
Everything I felt was wrong, and yet, I was embracing it. I surrendered myself to the moment because it was too strong to ignore anymore. The subtle touches, the way his eyes looked soft. The way his cologne filled me and made me feel warm, the sensual cooking lessons; all of it was built without torture and pain.
I didn't know if he was grooming me for something else, but right then, I didn't care.
Looking around the room, everything looked touched by age. There was an old Victorian style dresser against the wall, with matching nightstands on both sides of the bed. A king-sized bed was in the center of the room with tall metal posts, sitting on top of a plush navy colored rug. There was a fireplace in the wall across from the bed, and light fixtures that looked like they used to be made for candles.
Koa didn't miss a step, heading straight for the bed, and laying me down like I was made of glass. Placing me down softly, he gently slipped his hands free from under my back. Koa's eyes stayed steady on mine as he pulled away, standing over me like a powerful god.
My body sunk into the thick, silky comforter as Koa stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at me. His lips were taut, and his eyes, his eyes were full of need. He wanted this, he needed this, maybe more than I did.
Seeing the want in his gaze turned me on. I didn't feel like an object right then. I felt like a woman.
My legs rubbed back and forth as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. He was going painfully slow, so slow I was tempted to jump up, and rip it the rest of the way myself.
Every nerve in my body was firing off with excitement, my heart pumping fast. I was screaming on the inside for this. I needed this more than I ever could have realized.
I needed to feel pleasure and not the pain that was fermenting inside me. I needed to feel wanted, and not discarded like trash. I just needed to feel alive.
I should be afraid of him, but the voice inside my head was telling me if he had wanted to hurt me, he would have by now. He hasn't. And for that I'm grateful.
He dropped his shirt to the floor, exposing corded abs on a hard torso, and thick arms covered in sleeves of ink. His eyes licked my body as his hands dropped to his pants, and he removes them as painstakingly slow as his shirt.
"You're sure you still want this?" he asked, pulling his button free and unzipping his pants. "Because I can't guarantee I'll be able to stop myself once I'm inside you."
Rolling my hips, my brain was trying to find any rational thought to stop what I was about to do, but it came up empty.
"Don't stop, I don't want you to stop."
He growled, pulling his pants down his legs and stepping out of them. His cock was hard, tenting his briefs. My eyes froze, staring at the engorged muscle.
"Like what you see?" Koa asked, his tongue tempting the edge of his lips as he bit the tip.
Running my hands up and down my thighs, I couldn't hide the desire that took over. My pussy was wet, aching for him to erase every memory and replace it with new ones.
"Please," I said, moving my hands back up over my ribs, and squeezing my tits. "Help me forget, help me heal."
Koa's eyes darkened as he crawled up the bed, splitting my legs wide open. His hands rested by my face as his cock pressed against my mound from behind his boxers. Brushing the loose hair out of my face, he whispered. "Last chance to tell me to get the hell off, and go fuck myself."
My eyes searched his, trying to find any reason to end it now. He claimed if I looked hard enough, I'd find the answers, I'd seehim.I couldn't see anything. No lies. No truths. All I saw was an escape.
I want to see him so bad. Maybe I'm just too damaged to see anything at all.
