Free Dark Boundaries by Michelle Horst Page A

against mine. The kiss is unyielding, robbing me of my breath. I gasp to suck in a breath of air, and that’s when I feel Garrett’s tongue slip over my bottom lip, into my mouth. He kisses me as if I’ll be the last person he’ll ever get to kiss. His kiss is demanding and I don’t have a choice but to answer.
    Somewhere in the back of my mind there’s a voice whispering how wrong this is. This isn’t me. But as his tongue teases, and his lips devour mine, I lose myself for a moment.
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Chapter Thirteen
     
    Garrett~
    She is beautiful with her silky blonde hair scattered over the bed, her cheeks pink from the fright of hearing the others screams. The black lace is so fucking sexy on her. I know she wants this, her body melting into mine tells me so. She’s responding to the kiss. She’s accepting my touch.
    I grind myself against her. “Kris, take what you want,” I whisper, and then rain kisses along her jaw.
    She slowly shakes her head, but I can see the wavering in her eyes. I reach between us and my knuckles brush over the valley between her legs as I undo the zipper to my jeans. I take out my cock and press it to her. If it weren’t for the scrap of lace between us, we’d be skin on skin. Her eyes widen and she quickly ducks her head down.
    I place a finger under her chin and tilt her face back up to mine. “Don’t fight it. Make it something you can enjoy.” I can see she’s starting to over think this so I kiss her again. I can get addicted to kissing her. She doesn’t try to eat my face like others have done before, her kisses are sweet.
    Her skin is soft as I brush my fingers up her thigh. I reach the lace and shove it aside. Before she can do anything I cup her, circling her slowly with one finger. She’s wet, fuck, she’s wet.
    Her hips tilt upwards, looking for more. I use my one arm to keep my body from crushing hers and look down to where my fingers are circling her. I slip one finger down her wet heat and slip it in. Fuck she’s tight! I’m instantly rock hard with an intense need to fill her. I stop and roll onto her, placing my elbows on either side of her head.
    “Take me and make yourself come,” I growl. It’s the last time I’m telling her to. Either she takes control or I will.
    She reaches between us and her tiny hand folds around me. My eyes almost roll back into my head from pleasure. Her touch is perfect.
    Her eyes dart to my chest and she bites her bottom lip. I kiss her and take that bottom lip between my teeth, teasing her. She guides me to her entrance and tilts her hips slightly, taking me in a few inches, then she freezes again. I’m done giving her control. “Good girl,” I growl as I thrust hard into her.
    She throws her head back and cries out as I fill her completely. Her nails dig into my ass and she tries to hold me still against her. Her features are strained somewhere between pleasure and pain.
    Bracing myself above her, I move the material from her left breast and take her in my mouth. I nip at her softly as I wait for her body to melt again. When she’s more relaxed I press harder into her and then swivel my hips, grinding against her. Her breath speeds up with the small movements I’m making.
    Then she begins to move fast, rubbing herself against me. I hold still and let her take her orgasm. The fact that I got her this far alone is a miracle.
    Frustration clouds her features. She can’t seem to reach it. Her lips open as if she wants to beg me, her eyebrows drawn together. “I can’t,” she whispers breathlessly. She actually looks disappointed. “It’s not going to happen, it never has.”
    Not on my watch. I need her to come so she’ll know what sex can really feel like. It’s bullshit that women can’t come. With the right man that knows what he’s doing, their minds will explode. I start to move along with her, giving her what she needs. Instantly, relief washes over her face.
    I press my mouth to her ear. “Tell me you want