Dark Need by Clarissa Wild

Chapter 26

Soren

The entire timeshe was asleep, she’d been restless, turning around in my arms like she was searching for a way out. But each time she came snuggling closer and closer, it became harder for me to stop the blood from surging down to my cock. Especially when her hand moved between her legs. The flush that appeared on her cheeks was a sight for sore eyes. Soft moans that escaped her mouth all while she was still dreaming revved me up like nothing else.

And then she grabbed my dick.

The mere touch made me hard as a rock.

And I know she noticed … because it immediately woke her up from her dream. But her hand is still there, and the last thing I want is for her to take it off.

Shock riddles her eyes. As she holds her breath, I’m waiting for the gasp. Her hand is still on her pussy, and her cheeks are as red as those delicious cherries back at the House, ones I crave now more than anything. She has a look on her face that I’ve only once seen before … back at the cabin when I fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk anymore.

Satisfaction.

I like that.

I like it a lot.

I hum in appreciation at her newfound hunger, a smirk forming on my lips at the sight of her bewildered face. It’s like she doesn’t even know what she was doing.

But I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.

I lean over her, interested in what she’s thinking about.

Even though I swore to myself I wouldn’t touch her … she touched me first.

All bets are off now.

She attempts to take her hand off my dick, but I grab her wrist midair. A delicate uptight whimper leaves her lips as she sucks in a breath, and I can’t help let out an abrupt chuckle that sounds more like a groan than a laugh.

She quickly retracts her hand from her pussy, but it’s too late for that.

I saw what I saw.

“I … I …” she mutters, leaning sideways on her elbow now. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to, it just happened. I was dreaming and—”

I place a finger on her lips to stop her from trying to explain something that doesn’t need an explanation. I know what she wants. I’ve wanted it so many times since I laid eyes on her that I couldn’t think of anything else. She made it impossible, and it made me hate her.

But hate won’t put that metal back on my body. Hate won’t stop the urge from reigning over me. And hate definitely won’t stop what’s about to happen here because I’m burning with desire.

“Do it again,” I say, tipping her head up.

Her lips part, but she seems confused, so I grab her hand and put it between her legs again. Her whole face turns as red as a strawberry again. Appetizing. Makes me want to bite.

I lean in, our faces mere inches away from each other. “Show me.”

She whimpers again. “I didn’t do it on purpose, it just happened, I—”

If she won’t listen to reason, I’ll have to silence her another way, so I press my lips against her cheek the same way she did to me. Soft, brief, delicate. But when I lean away, she looks at me like I just broke her.

“Why did you do that?” she mutters with wide-open eyes.

I raise a brow. “Because I think you’re nice.”

It’s the same words she used against me, and they make no sense to me. But they make her look at me with such hunger that I can’t resist.

Because I don’t think she’s nice. I think she’s irresistible.

And it’s frustrating to no end.

So much in fact that I can’t stop inching closer and closer even though I probably shouldn’t. I was supposed to bring her there intact, but it’s already too late for that. In fact, I still can’t stop myself.

So I grab her hand and push it down her belly, her thighs, between the crevice of her legs.

I want to see that face again.

See that blush on her cheeks.

Hear the o-sound she made.

I want to know what that was.

So I start rubbing along with her, guiding her hand until she’s squirming underneath me. Her ass is pushed up against me, grinding into me. And when I take away my hand, hers is still going about it, circling around down there until she starts to moan again.

“I can’t …” she squeaks with a barely audible voice.

I put her other hand back on my cock, which has swelled to twice the size. Her eyes widen when she touches it, and I groan in delight at her obvious excitement. I’ve never had a woman before her, but if I’d known it’d be like this, I would’ve taken her long ago.

I know this kind of excitement. It’s the same kind I feel when I look at her. When I think of her. When I touch her.

Hunger.

Lust.

She feels it too … and I want to see it.

So I help her rub me while she rubs herself until I’m groaning along with her, and she starts to quiver on the ground.

“Oh God …” she murmurs. Her eyes close as she flicks her fingers back and forth, and my cock is dying to be freed from its constraints. But I can wait. I’ve endured far worse pain than this because of that metal. And now that it’s gone, I want to enjoy what was taken from me.

Even if it’s forbidden.

I need to have this.

I need to have her.

Suddenly, she begins to shiver and squirm, a tempered but agonizing moan escaping her lips. Her body contorts and ripples with the same kind of sweet relief I saw back in the cabin, and it stirs something beastly inside me that I can’t ignore.

Fuck.

I want to ravage her.

“Oh my God, you were watching me,” she says, burying her face in her hands. “Oh God, what did I do?”

I peel her hands away and say, “I like it.”

Now she blushes even harder, and I can’t help but like that too.

It obviously made her feel good … perhaps in the same way that fucking her makes me feel good.

A satisfied rumble leaves my mouth as the urge to take her grows inside me. But she keeps shaking her head and crawling off on her elbows like she’s embarrassed. Or scared. Or both.

But it won’t stop me from coming after her.

Confusion settles on her face as though she’s completely flabbergasted at my response.

Or like she can’t understand why she just did what she did.

But I do.

She feels the same hunger I do.

And now it’s going to consume us both.