Page 62 of Dangerous Exile

His left hand moved up and he found her jawline, holding onto her, her face cutting through the black shards cutting across his vision.

She could hold him here. Hold him in the present.

His head dipped, his mouth finding hers, his kiss desperate and pleading.

He pulled slightly to the left, his lips still brushing against the skin of her cheek.

“I never needed anything from you, from anyone. But I need this, Ness. Need this to ground me in reality. Need you. Need you to keep me here, where I am. Not where I was.”

Without a word her lips moved to his, kissing him. Her mouth parted, immediately demanding more from him, her tongue flickering against his. A force he was not about to deny, his cock already an iron rod throbbing for her.

This was what he needed. Nothing but her. Her hands on his body. Her mouth on his. His body consumed with possessing her, the taste of her—leaving no space for anything else in his mind.

No memories. No anger. Just Ness.

Ness and the sweetness of her lips, her breath steamy fire on his skin, her sultry moans filling his ears when he set his hand behind her neck, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

Sinking into everything she was. Hiding from everything he couldn’t control.

Without breaking the kiss, the tips of her left fingers fumbled in trying to help her right hand with the fall front of his trousers, nudging him backward as she worked the buttons. He was naked by the time his calves hit the side of the bed and her shift had fallen to the floor.

She broke the kiss and pushed his shoulders back and down, sending him flat onto the bed, then crawled in after him, straddling his thighs.

The blood in his cock pounding, he stared up at her as she hovered over him for a long breath, her golden eyes fixed on him, making sure he didn’t think to leave her again. The tips of her left fingers went along his cheek, her nails sinking into his skin. “You are here with me, Talen. Here.”

Then she lifted her hips, grabbing his shaft to center him and drove downward in one harsh motion. It pulled him into her, into a world where there was nothing but his cock buried deep in her tightness. The exquisite sensation of her muscles contracting around him.

With a gasp at her lips, she lifted up, and sank down again and again. His eyes locked onto her face, the gyration of her hips driving him to madness in less than a minute.

As if he could be anywhere else when she was on top of him.

He reached up and grabbed the back of her head, burying his fingers deep into the thick of her dark hair. Pins flew and strands fell about her as he yanked her downward, his mouth taking hers. Ravaging her lips, he buried himself in the soul of her. Her hips kept gyrating, lifting, descending. Furious and fast, her body pitching herself to the edge.

Her teeth bit his tongue as she slammed down onto him, sending her into a writhing orgasm with a scream. All of her muscles hardened under his touch, her body clenching viciously around his cock, drawing him deeper with every wave storming her muscles.

His mind consumed, his body desperate to devour her, he flipped her onto her back, slamming into her in time with every contraction of her orgasm. Thrusting until he was frantic, pummeling her so hard he was sure he was hurting her when all she did was scream, “More.”

Every piercing drive into her, “More.”

His hips moved in a fury until he lost his bloody mind, his body going carnal, his teeth raking over the skin on her neck, one of his hands holding her arms high above her head so her body stretched to accommodate the full length of him. His other hand gripped her breast as her hips bucked, meeting him with every thrust. And still she begged for more, her back arching, needing all of him.

It hit him in a furious landslide, his muscles shaking as he came into her, his seed spurting so brutally he lost all sense of time and place except for his cock buried deep in her. Her body taking everything he needed to expel in that moment.

Fury and anger and confusion and anguish.

She took at all. Willingly, not buckling under the onslaught.

Before he could breathe, before he could think, he wrapped an arm around her and spun onto his back, dragging her body with him, capturing her fully between his legs. He wasn’t going to let her go.

Probably never.

He’d long since reconciled the fact that he had no control over himself when it came to his cock deep in her. He was a damned mess, never pulling out of her when he needed to. It didn’t matter. He was ready for the consequences. He’d been ready from the first moment he’d set his naked body to hers, whether or not he’d admitted it to himself.

His breath rasping in his throat, he searched for some semblance of sanity. Worried that the last he’d known of it was in the second before Ness had appeared at the Alabaster.

She’d gone limp atop him, her cheek nestled in the center crook of his chest, her body exhausted but her breath still gasping for normalcy. His arms stayed locked in place around her, not letting her roll off of him. He needed her there, atop him. The weight of her continuing to ground him to the present, if not sanity.

Her breathing finally evened out, each inhale sinking deep into her lungs.