Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,78
he isn’t going to answer. When he eventually does, his voice is soft and terse. “Even before I got my memories back, I tried to protect you. But you got hurt. Sin was able to blow up your car without my knowledge. Tate tried to shoot you. Desmond attacked you—”
“It’s not your job to take care of me,” I whisper placatingly, but I know as soon as those words leave my mouth that it’s the wrong thing to say.
His eyes snap open, and the sheer ferocity in them leaves me breathless. “Yes, it is,” he growls. His hands drop to my hips, tightening almost imperceptibly. “You could’ve died tonight, and I wasn’t there to protect you.” His eyes are nearly incandescent, stealing the remaining breath from my lungs. “I can’t live without you.”
“Helio…” Overcome by the enormity of my emotions for this man, I press my lips to his completely. His divine taste floods my senses as his hands cup my ass, holding me in place. His hard cock brushes against my bare stomach as he takes control of the kiss, devouring me with each flick of his tongue against my own.
I slowly wrap my fingers around his shaft, pumping him in slow, measured strokes.
“Baby…” My nickname is a plea on his lips. A prayer. And he stares at me as if no one else exists and no one else will ever exist. I drown in the heady sensations he evokes within me.
As I continue to stroke his monster cock, he pushes two fingers inside of my slick channel, stroking my inner walls. I thrust my hips into his fingers as he does the same to mine. Our combined groans are heard even over the pounding of water against the ceramic tiles of the shower.
He pinches my clit, and I swear fireworks explode behind my retinas.
“Baby…”
“Helio,” I beg, releasing his cock and gripping his muscular ass. “I need you.”
The look in his eyes isn’t just want; it’s need, pure and simple. He needs this just as much as I do. The connection between two people, our souls merging after years apart. We need to know that we’re together and alive, that no one can keep us apart ever again.
His hands rove up my body to cup my heavy breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers as he lowers his lips to my neck, kissing and suckling. His beard grazes my skin, ratcheting my desire to new heights.
“Please,” I beg as he continues to knead my tits between his strong, sure hands.
With a grunt, he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance, sliding it back and forth so it’s coated in my juices. Knowing he’s not one to tease me, I wait until he slides himself inch by inch into my tight pussy until he’s fully inside of me. Fuck, he’s big. So fucking big.
He allows me to adjust to his size before he begins to move. His cock slowly and languidly thrusts in and out of me. The tattoos on his upper chest ripple, and I can’t stop myself from lowering my lips and tracing the design with my tongue.
He moves in and out of me, his dark eyes glazed with pleasure and love, while his lips explore my face and his hands pluck at my nipples.
When it becomes too much for both of us, he grabs my ass and lifts me into the air. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist as he picks up his pace, grunting erratically. His balls slap against my ass, the only other sound besides our heavy breathing. This new angle allows his cock to press against my bundle of nerves, and I throw my head back, screaming praises into the universe.
“Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!”
His fingers find my clit, plucking as skillfully as a trained guitarist, as I tumble apart in his arms. We both ascend into heaven at the same time, his roar shaking the very foundations of the apartment. My own cry fills the air as I succumb to pleasure, tumbling down a very steep cliffside.
He remains inside of me for a long, tender moment after we come down from our collective high, using one hand to keep me up while the other brushes at my wet hair.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he whispers.
“Never,” I agree immediately, rocking my hips.
And then we start again.
Chapter 25
When I wake up the next morning, my body deliciously sore and my limbs liquid, I know something’s wrong. It’s that innate feeling you