Dark Need by Clarissa Wild

Chapter 31

Soren

I lean backand squint as I look into her watery eyes.

Even when she wants to cry, she looks pretty.

But I won’t allow those tears to run, and when one threatens to tumble, I brush it aside with my thumb. She’s cried enough tears for me already. I don’t need her pity or her worry.

What we’re doing may be sinful.

But I’d rather die a sinner than live knowing I could have this … knowing I didn’t take it when it was offered.

My palm rests on her face. I can’t take it off, even if I should, even if I wanted to.

Because there is something I want more than anything, and it’s ripping me apart at the seam.

“But it isn’t right. You’re only here to take me to—”

I place my index finger over her lip to shush her.

I know it isn’t right.

I know it isn’t what I’m supposed to do.

It isn’t what this trip was for.

But I can’t stop myself from needing what I need, from craving what I crave.

And what I crave is her.

My finger slides down her lip, dragging it along. My eyes linger on the motion, on the softness of her skin, on the wetness of her lips, and how badly I have wanted a taste.

For. So. Damn. Long.

I am tired.

I am hungry.

And I am not waiting one more second to claim what I thirst after.

So I grab her face with both hands and press my mouth to hers.

Not to revive her like before, but to take her lust and make it mine. I’ve gone beyond greed. I want to own her.

And if that’s so wrong, then I want to be wrong together.

Because fuck me, the feel of her lips on mine is everything I never knew I needed so badly. It’s sweet and delicate and so very sexy that I can’t stop myself from kissing her.

I’ve never felt this way before.

In fact, I’ve never even fucking kissed before.

But it feels fucking divine, and I don’t want it to stop.

I can’t fucking stop yearning for her.

Suddenly, she places her hands against my chest and pushes me away, breaking the connection. But I’m still lusting, needy, brooding like the motherfucker I am. And the more she pushes me away, the more I want to throw her down and show her what she’s missing. Show her who she’s pining for.

Because I’m not the only one who’s been thirsty all this time.

“Soren,” she whispers.

My name comes out in a breathy lisp as her tongue darts out to wet her swollen lips. Those sweet, luscious lips I want to devour like a fucking beast.

“Say it,” I growl. “Say it again, and I swear to—”

“I want you.”

It comes out clearly. No whispers. No gasps.

Just me, her, and insatiable lust.

And now all the reins are gone.

I grunt and lunge at her, grabbing her face as I smash my mouth on hers. Every inch of her lips, I greedily lick and suck, my tongue unable to stay at bay. I groan against her lips as they open for me, allowing me inside.

Allowing me to take her.

Because that is what has been on my mind since the very first time I laid eyes on her.

Taking this woman and making her mine.

It is easy with a muscled body like mine to take and take without regard to anyone’s wants and needs. I’ve done that for years. But I don’t want what’s easy. I want what I can’t have. What I shouldn’t crave.

Her.

I could’ve snatched a kiss from anyone and gotten away with it.

I could’ve used a woman’s body to my heart’s content whenever I chose to.

I had plenty to choose from at the House, all tied up and locked in a cell.

But my greedy heart wants something more. Something that couldn’t be taken, only given. Something unattainable to me.

Until her.

Because those other women didn’t choose to be mine.

They didn’t want me.

But she wants me.

And that … that is what puts me in a frenzy.

That is what makes me devour her mouth and claim as though it always belonged to me.

Her lips part easily, swayed by my tongue to allow me entry, and I lick the roof of her mouth and coil around her tongue. Every time my mouth unlatches to allow for a quick breath, I want nothing more than to jump straight back in. Kissing her is fueling an addiction I cannot quench. I want more. More. More.

Fuck dinner.

I’m not hungry for food.

I was only fucking hungry for her.

And now I’m going to have the fucking main course.

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April

He groans against my mouth, which sets off a fire inside me that’s lighting me ablaze. I can’t control these desires surging through my body. I’ve never felt this way before—so greedy, wanting something I shouldn’t have, yet I want nothing more than to beg.

Take me.

Take because you want to take me.

Take because you need to have me.

Take because I want you to.

Because I crave you more than anything else.

I hold my breath as his hands stray, unable to stop himself from enjoying what’s being offered. His fingers slide down my button-up shirt, and my lungs squeeze tight. As I lean back, he does too, watching my mind unravel through my own eyes. We’re both lost in a passion we don’t understand, and it’s going to destroy us.

And I don’t even fucking care as his fingers slide down my taut nipples and desire pools between my legs. The satisfied grunt that leaves his mouth makes me whimper as he hooks one finger underneath the button and rips it off.

One. By. One.

Off they go.

The shirt parts and reveals my naked body. Beads of sweat ripple on my back as he slides the shirt off my shoulders until it drops to the floor. The smirk on his face is unbelievably sexy as he inches closer, planting a delicate, intoxicating kiss on my neck, dragging it all the way down to my chest until he reaches my breasts. And he takes one into his mouth and sucks on my nipple while clutching my body with both hands, turning me into a puddle of goo.

“You like this …” he groans against my skin.

It’s not a question. It sounds more like an affirmation of his own sexual skills, and it makes me quiver with delight as he grabs my other breast and twists the nipple with his fingers.

“Delicate kitten,” he murmurs, circling my nipple with his tongue as though he enjoys torturing me.

Of course he does. It’s his job.

But this doesn’t feel like the kind of torture he’s used to dishing out.

Suddenly, he pulls away and puts both hands on my waist, lifting me up only to plop me down on the table.

“You confuse me,” he growls, parting my legs firmly. “You excite me. You torture me.”

I torture him?

I gulp when he stands before me, between me, his cock protruding through the partially see-through linen pants with ease. And I’d be lying if it didn’t make me gush.

“I am used to giving pain, woman. But this …” His hand is suddenly on my pussy, claiming it, owning it, and I struggle to breathe. “This is pleasure. And I’ve never given it to anyone.”

I whimper as he rubs my pussy with the fabric of my lounge pants still between us, and I almost beg him to just take them off right then and there.

“But I need it,” he groans, looking me in the eyes as he plants a greedy, heady kiss on my lips. “I want your pleasure.”

I moan when he bites my lip and pulls back until our lips unlatch, his hungry gaze impossible to ignore.

But then he takes one step back and plants a firm hand on my chest, shoving me down onto the table. Panic swooshes through my body, pumping adrenaline into my veins as he holds me down with a flat hand while ripping away my lounge pants as though they’re thin paper to him. I shriek when he tears them off my body, and I’m left with nothing but air to keep my naked body company while his eyes swath over it like he wants to savor the feast.

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip slowly, and I whimper at the sight.

That’s when he sits down on the chair and scoots forward, clutches my thighs, widens my legs, and settles between my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I mutter, trying to lean up to see.

With one hand, he forces me back down onto the table again.

“You showed me what you could do with your tongue.” A low, satisfied rumble emanates from his throat. “Now it’s my turn to have dessert.”

My eyes widen but almost immediately roll into the back of my head the second his tongue hits my pussy.

Oh God.

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

It’s amazing. Heavenly. Like dipping your feet into a warm bath, like eating the most scrumptious cake, like … fuck.

Everything I ever wanted but could never ask for.

But now that I’ve felt what it’s like for a man to lick me, I am willing to beg.

He swirls around my pussy without holding back, taking in every inch of me, licking, sucking, groaning with delight.

“You taste divine, Kitten,” he murmurs against my flesh, licking me like he’s done it before.

I clutch the table so hard that my fingers dig into the wood, creating curls of pulp underneath my nails.

“Fuck,” I moan when he hits the spot.

I don’t know how he found it, but he definitely did.

Because I recognize this feeling anywhere.

I felt it when I lay down on the forest ground and touched myself after I dreamed about him. And then again when he asked me to show him.

It’s a feeling I can only describe as euphoria.

And it makes me want to push my thighs up to meet his mouth.

He licks and groans, leaning up to glance at me for a moment, a dirty smile forming on his face for a brief second, only for him to dive right back in again as though he can’t get enough.

Is this what it’s like? Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

The unbearable wantonness? The wish to be ravaged and devoured by the one man who will destroy you?

I shiver in place as my body begins to ripple with lust, my pussy clenching as he laps me up like there’s no tomorrow.

Oh, God. I’m almost there.

“Fuck … Soren. I need … I need this,” I mewl, unable to hold back.

Suddenly, he leans away and scoots the chair back. When I look up, his fully erect cock almost tears his linen pants in half, so he rips it down over his bouncing cock, which glistens with pre-cum.

And I am momentarily struck in awe at how badly I want this man to take me whole.

And just how far I’ve gone to convince myself that I’m only doing this to get him to free me.

Fuck.