The Boy Who Has No Hope (Soulless #6) - Victoria Quinn Page 0,64
that had already dripped to my ears. That took me no time at all, and I knew it wasn’t just because of his size, his perfectly chiseled body, or that gorgeous face. It was because of the way I felt about him, the connection we had, the closeness we shared.
“You just made this so much easier for me…” He continued his thrusts, his expression tightening, his eyes focused and hard as he looked into my face, his cock throbbing in my tightness. His breathing rose and rose, his skin flushed with blotches of redness, and he moaned before he released.
I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him deep inside me, wanting him to fill me, to feel the pleasure he just gave me, the physical satisfaction as well as the emotional. This moment had been a long time coming, months in the making, and now it felt like we were finally where we were supposed to be.
He kept his eyes on me as he finished, having such a sexy orgasm face.
It made me want to go all over again.
He filled me with another moan, making me full, heavy, and warm.
When he was finished, he stayed inside me, his breathing still deep and rugged.
“Please don’t stop…” I squeezed his hips with my thighs, my nails starting to claw at him again, still needing him, even though he’d already given me more than enough. “I need more.”
He started to thrust inside me again, his soft cock hardening again at my words. “I need it more.”
Sixteen
Derek
I lay with Emerson nestled in my arms, her leg tucked between mine, her arm draped around my waist, her hair all over the place. Her cheek was against my shoulder, and she breathed quietly, dozing off for a moment.
The backs of my fingers glided down her body, following the curve of her waist to her hips. Her skin was so soft, and it felt exactly the way I’d imagined it would. Her smell mixed with sex was a scent I’d never forget. I wanted it permanently stained on my pillowcases. The lights from the city were bright through the window, but we were still in darkness, just lying together.
Lost, I’d been wandering through life without much of a purpose lately. I went to clubs with the guys, the richest and best-looking guy there, but there was no reward for it. Every girl who came up to me looked like the previous one. They all had the same face, at least in my eyes. They were just a different version of Fleur. My vision was blurry, and the world looked the same everywhere I turned, vague and colorless.
But Emerson stood out to me, a rainbow in a sea of gray.
Now that I had her, I didn’t feel so lost anymore.
My stomach was proverbially full, my mind was satisfied, my body was fulfilled. I’d been craving one single thing for so long, and everything else on the menu was tasteless. I finally got a bite, but I wanted the whole meal. I wanted to have the same thing every night.
I didn’t realize just how unhappy I had been for the last decade…until I was happy again.
She released a quiet sigh before she propped herself up on her elbow and looked outside. The lights reflected in her eyes, and her smeared makeup was somehow better than when it was perfect.
I stared at her, watched her look out my window, and moved my fingers through her messy hair. “You’re beautiful.”
She turned her head back to me, a soft smile moving onto her lips.
Fuck, how did I live without her for so long?
“I don’t want to go…but I should.”
This wasn’t the way I wanted our relationship to be, where she left me every night, where her time with me was always limited. But I understood that her dedication would never be to me fully, that there would always be someone more important. “Alright.”
“And you and this bed are so comfy that if I don’t get up right now, I’ll fall asleep…and never leave.” She moved out of the bed and walked to her clothes on the floor, her gorgeous body a silhouette in the dark, a perky ass, a nice stomach, and sexy tits. Her legs were nice too, longer than a summer day. She slowly got dressed, pulling on every article of clothing one by one.
I stayed in bed and watched.
When she was clothed, she headed toward my bathroom. “Mind if I use your restroom?”