Page 57 of Pushed Through The Dark
Chapter Thirteen
Aubrey
His fingers swept acrossmy chest, rousing me awake. Twisting over my shoulder, he was still asleep, holding me tightly in his arms. Koa squeezed me as if he was subconsciously checking to see if I was still here.
I'm here.
It made me smile. I rubbed his arm, feeling the muscle of his forearm and the bulge of his bicep. My fingers moved down to his hands, and I studied the roughness. Thick callouses dotted his palms, and there were cracks around the tips of his fingers.
Despite the rough exterior, his hands touched me like I was antique glass, like a brittle petal on one of the flowers in his garden outside.
I was broken when he bought me, drowning in the world that captured me without permission. And now I couldn't help but feel that he was helping me rebuild. He let me scream and yell, he even let me hit him. He took it all as if he knew I needed to let it out to find myself again.
I was vanquishing the demons, casting them out so I could be free. I finally felt it, that sense of freedom. The air smelled different, the food had more flavor, the colors around me were bolder and brighter.
Braiding my fingers with his, I pulled his arm down further and pressed myself deeper into his embrace.The warmth of his body passed through my shirt, heating my skin.
His morning wood pushed against me, causing my nipples to bead as they brushed against the fabric, sending chills down my arms and legs. Wearing only one of his t-shirts, it would be easy for him to slip right inside me. I was wet, the slick juice coating my thighs as I rubbed them together.
I never thought I'd experience any of this again. My heart beating for something good. A smile, a laugh, a breath of air that I wasn't struggling to grab. My blood rushing because I was excited and not fearing for my life.
Koa was giving me all of that.
Berlin was right.
The one friend I had at the Canary told me this could happen. She said there were lucky girls, bought by men who had no interest in hurting. I didn't believe her. I didn't think it was possible.
Rolling over, his arm slipped down my side and landed on the small of my back. Koa pulled me into his chest, nuzzling his face into my hair. I liked this right now.
His arms gave me safety, comfort, protection. In his arms, no one could get to me.
Pressing my lips against his, I kissed him softly. He didn't kiss back, his eyes still shut tight in a deep sleep. Running my fingers around his face, I traced each eyebrow, and down the bridge of his nose. The pad of my thumb slid across his lips, causing his eyes to flicker behind his lids.
My fingers kept moving, down his throat, over his chest, touching each and every ripple of his abs. I followed the fuzzy strip of hair right below his navel and ran my fingers across the seam of his boxers.
His cock jerked against me, growing harder as I dipped my hand under his boxers and gripped his shaft. His eyes fluttered rapidly as I stroked his cock up and down. Kissing his lips again, I heard him groan quietly.
Smiling to myself, I moved my hand faster as I ran my tongue across his lips. Koa's eyes started to open, his lips finally pressing back, his tongue coming out to meet mine.
He dug his fingers into my back as he moaned into our kiss. Pushing his dick into my hand as I stroked, his kisses became more savage and brutal. It was brutality at its finest.
Rough, delirious, hungry kisses. The world could stay outside, and I'd be happy just staying right where I was for eternity.
