Page 39 of Dark Soul

“You’re … you’re making it really hard to think, but we should talk before we go any further.”

Her brow wrinkled as his words permeated her consciousness. She pulled back to look up into his eyes.

“Are you married?”

“No. Of course not,” he said quickly.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she insisted.

“No.”

She nodded, reading the truth in his deep blue eyes.

“Then we can talk later,” she said, bringing her hands up to grab the sides of his head to see if his short, dark hair felt as thick as it looked.

Damn, it does.

She pulled down on his head and brought her own face up, until their mouths met in the middle. He took control of the kiss, deepening it, simulating with his tongue what she hoped he would soon be doing to her with his cock. Something clenched inside her at the thought.

It’d been so long since she’d had a man inside her.

Too long.

His hand played with her sweater, pulling it up and off her head. She leaned over to help him, then removed her bra as well, where it joined her sweater on the floor.

While he admired her breasts, she pulled at his henley until that, too, was lying on the same pile. Admittedly, it’d been a while since she’d been with a man, but she was pretty sure she’d remember if men looked like this—so thick and hard all over.

His chest was a chiseled, muscled work of art.

Through this all, they kept right on kissing, and nothing had ever felt as natural or as right.

He was too tall, though—or she was too short—and it was hard to get close enough to him. He seemed to sense this, too. His large hands found her waist and gripped, lifting her easily as her legs naturally opened, wrapping around his hips.

“Yes,” she said, speaking into his mouth. “Perfect.”

“Perfect,” he agreed, his large hands splaying under her ass, holding her right where she wanted to be held. And she loved feeling his strength, the way he held her almost effortlessly and, at the same time, so gently.

Alexia shifted her hips until her core was aligned with the obvious sign of his desire, with only his pants and her leggings between them.

“When I first saw you earlier, I thought I loved these leggings,” he panted, flexing his hips, “I’m changing my mind.”

She felt the same. The pressure on her clit was delicious, but not enough to let her come.

“Take them off,” she begged, her teeth grazing his earlobe.

He groaned and strode towards the bed, setting her down gently, almost reverently. Moments later, his warm hand grazed her midriff.

“Take them off,” she insisted, raising her butt off the bed to help him. “My panties, too.”

“Bossy,” Dark laughed, but began peeling off her leggings and panties. “And soft,” he said, trailing kissed by her belly button, her hip bone, every piece of her that was exposed. “Fucking hell, Alexia,” he groaned, staring straight at her shaved mound. “Can I kiss you?”

Alexia nodded quickly, her hands bunching against the duvet as he breathed gently against her skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said reverently, looking at her like he hadn’t seen a woman in years.

His mouth still hadn’t touched her, and already she was ready to combust. She’d never wanted a man’s mouth on her as much as she did that instant.

He began trailing those light kisses right over her mound. And then his tongue was there, gently licking and suckling at her, and she could feel her clit coming out of its little hood, eager to meet that talented mouth.