Page 44 of Pushed Through The Dark
"Make me forget," I answered, my words full, real, lifting off my lips on desire. "And then make me remember."
"Remember what?" he asked, his fingers gliding down the side of my face as his eyes danced between mine.
"What it feels like to be alive."
Koa's lids dropped, and his lips pulled back into a knowing smile. "Little minx, I can give you more than just that. I can give you everything you've ever wanted."
He trailed his fingers down my neck slowly, making me swallow hard. His fingers kept moving, slipping down my chest, over my ribs, and across my quivering belly. Cupping my mound, he lowered his mouth to my ear.
"Just don't forget that I can also take it all away." His breath warmed the shell of my ear as he nipped it with his teeth, sending another rush of tingles through my muscles.
Sucking in a quick gasp of air, he chuckled against my cheek.
"Don't be afraid, that's not a threat. Embrace what I have to offer you." He pressed his lips to my face, fluttering kisses down my throat, and coaxing a moan out from me.
The sound startled me for a second. I didn't expect it. How could a man like that make me feel this way? How could someone with so much darkness following them, ever make my body come alive?
My pussy was wet, and the knots in my stomach twisted tighter. His palm pressed down, massaging my clit as he watched me closely.
"You're soaked," he said, rubbing his hand against me a little harder. "You like this. I don't think your body forgot a thing at all."
My body began to move towards him, back arching, hips rocking, and I'm not controlling it. It was like there were strings on my body, strings he was pulling methodically.
Koa's lips crossed my jaw, kissing their way from one side to the next. He feathered more kisses up my cheek, and back down until the only spot left he hadn't touched was my mouth.
Licking my lips, I waited. I waited for him to take me, to free me from this burden I'd been carrying and couldn't shed.
Exhaling a hard breath, his face cast a shadow over mine, hovering so close our lips were almost touching.
My eyes closed naturally. I couldn't take it. I was afraid.
It wasn't fear of him. It was fear of finding this joy again and having to let it go. What if it didn't last? What if after giving myself to him, he decided to sell me to someone else? I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle it.
Running his thumb across the apple of my cheek, he whispered. "Open your eyes, minx, I want to see you."
Slowly, my eyes peeled open, and I was struck with bursts of colors in his eyes I hadn't seen before. Ambers, yellows, golds, so many exploding at one time.
Koa smiled as his fingers curled into the hem of my pants. I was trembling as he worked them off my body. My thighs were shaking so much, he placed his hand on the inside of my leg to hold me still and glanced up at me.
"Let me give you what you want." Kissing the inside of my thigh, Koa worked his way up, closer and closer to my pussy.
My legs attempted to close around his head, but he butterflied them open with his strong hands and pinned them to the bed. Growling, he softly ran his tongue up my center and circled my clit.
"Mm," I groaned as my back snapped off the bed and my head tipped back.
He flicked his tongue over my swollen bud, drawing more and more moans out of my body. The sensation spread across my stomach as he lapped my pussy lick after lick.
His tongue speared inside my pussy, and he fucked me with his mouth. A wave of fire crackled through my muscles as goosebumps cascaded down my arms, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Screaming, I threw my hands into his hair, tearing at his roots as the orgasm seared me from the inside out. It came out of nowhere, taking me completely by surprise.
"You like that?" he asked, suckling my clit gently as his brows raised high. "I can make you feel good, little minx."
His words vibrated against my tender and swollen skin as I floated down slowly from the high he purged my veins with. It was like he injected me with something. His essence, his command, his darkness. . .
Koa rose from his knees, crawling up the bed towards me like a hungry lion. He was starving. The gleam in his eyes told me he had a taste, but it wasn't enough. With fierce prowess, his muscles bulged and twisted as they carried him to me.
His face glistened in my arousal, but he didn't seem to notice or care. He crushed his lips against mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue. It was sweet, tangy, but it didn't make me want to shy away. I wanted more.
