Free Dark Savior: A Dark Bad Boy Romance by Stella Noir Page B

groan tells me that she's almost there. She opens her eyes and stares up at the ceiling, her mouth partly opened and her face contorted with overwhelming disbelief. She arches her back and rolls her eyes back into her head while her muscles pulsate, massaging my cock with such a strong eagerness that I have no other choice but to join her.
    My climax is blindingly intense. For a moment, it almost feels as if I'm about to lose consciousness. I freeze, holding both of us in place, my dick buried inside of her up to the base. Both of us relish the last few waves of our release until we fall back down to earth together.
    What follows surprises me.
    She laughs. Or so I think.
    I can't see her face because she's shielding it with one hand while her body violently jerks on the kitchen counter. There's something hysterical to the sounds she's making, but I can't tell whether she's crying or laughing.
    I lean forward, supporting myself on my elbows as I lean down above her, my face close to hers.
    "Hey," I say, but she doesn't react to me.
    I force her hand aside so I can look her in the eyes. She lets it happen, but presses her teary eyes shut, refusing to look at me. Her mouth is contorted in a way that still makes it hard for me to tell what kind of emotions she's going through at the moment.
    "Look at me," I urge her.
    She obeys and opens her watery eyes to meet mine.
    "Are you okay?" I want to know.
    She closes her mouth and gulps. A few seconds pass before she softly shakes her head.
    "You know I'm not," she whispers. "I'm anything but okay."
    She has a point there. I nod and wipe away a strand of hair that's been sticking to the salty rivers on her face, a gentle gesture that I've never made before.
    "True," I agree. "You're fucked up. But I didn't hurt you or anything?"
    She shakes her head. "On the contrary."
    A sad smile graces her face and it stings my heart in an uncomfortable way. Her pain is running so deep, it seems to color every aspect of her, except in those rare moments when she's overtaken with pleasure.
    "Can you...?"
    She hesitates, her eyes flickering.
    "Can I what?"
    "Can you... just hold me?" she asks. "For a little while?"
    There's a heartbreaking hopelessness in her voice. It's impossible for me to say no. Hell, I couldn't say no to anything from her right now. She's getting to me.
    I don't say anything, but wrap my arms around her and lift her up from the kitchen counter. She loops her legs around my waist and rests her head on my shoulder as I carry her over to the sofa, wrapping the blanket around both of us after I set her down and sit next to her. She leans against my chest, listening to my heartbeat while I can feel her own heart throbbing against my pelvis. We're entangled, skin on skin, holding each other as if we're scared of what's waiting for us outside of this room.
    "Who are you?" she asks, breaking the silence.
    "Kade," I tell her. "I've told you my name."
    She huffs. "Yes, but who is Kade?"
    This was bound to happen. Questions. Intimacy. All the things I've been so good at avoiding.
    "You'll have to be more specific," I say, trying to dodge her questions.
    She ponders for a few moments, breathing calmly.
    "Who's living here?"
    "That's a completely different question," I argue.
    "But a more specific one."
    That much is true.
    "No one," I reply honestly.
    She lifts herself out of my arms and looks up at me quizzically.
    "What do you mean?"
    "Just what I said," I retort. "No one's living here. Except for you."
    She frowns.
    "But it must belong to someone," she insists. "And there was someone living here until recently."
    I nod. "That's true."
    She rolls her eyes. "Do I really have to worm everything out of you?"
    She may have to, even though I hate interrogations.
    "I used to live here," I say, surprised at my honesty.
    Her eyebrows arch in surprise.
    "You?" she asks. She scans the room. "This looks more like an old lady's place."
    I chuckle. An old lady. My mother would hate to hear this.