Chapter 9 #2
The house was quiet as I moved down the hallway, peeking in at his bedroom but it was empty. The room looked vacant, like it had been made into a guest room. Moving down the rest of the hallway, I entered the kitchen. It was spotless, no sign of him here at all.
Fuck.
I continued past the kitchen table, running my hand over the wood and wondering what I would do now. Maybe I should go to where my room had been. Being back in this house brought so many happy memories, those same memories that kept my head straight while I was waiting for my doom.
I pushed past the memories of my brother, and everything I had been through these past few days and I made a move to head down the hall when I heard footsteps. Stilling where I was, I gasped when I saw him round the corner.
His eyes widened, and I could tell I had caught him off guard. He hadn’t heard me coming in, or the door unlocking. When I looked at him, I fought every urge to fling myself at him, to wrap my arms around him and never let go.
He had a days’ old beard, his eyes were red and baggy as if he hadn’t slept.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he choked out.
“You’re not.”
I barely got the words out before he closed the distance between us, his hand on the side of my face as he pulled my lips to his. His spiky beard was going to give me a rash but I didn’t care. I moaned into his mouth, his arms wrapping around me like I was the most sacred thing to him right now.
I was safe.
I was home.
When he pulled from my lips, he rested his head against mine, our breaths coming in hard and fast. “Why didn’t you come straight to me?”
“I needed to do something first,” I replied, running my hands down his back. “I didn’t know until a few days ago how much you wanted me. I thought you’d never forgive me for choosing to go with Riagan.”
“You had no choice,” he said, pulling back to look at me.
His beautiful eyes would be my undoing. He brushed a stray piece of hair that had come loose from my face.
“I know that. I did come for you but Wolf told me I had to trust him. We couldn’t find you anywhere.
I’m not mad you chose to go with him. You did it to save me…
I hadn’t been strong enough to protect you. ”
“Hey…” I said, holding his head in my hands and resting my forehead against his. “You are stronger than you’ll ever know. They told me you left the hospital after a pretty bad concussion against doctor’s orders to come after me. That’s insane, but also incredibly honourable, Kendrick.”
“I would have fought the Hounds of Hell to come and save you, Darby.”
I kissed him hard, knowing it was true. He was my protector, my dream, my future.
“Shona told me you were a wreck and it was because of me,” I told him, pushing my hands under his shirt.
His skin was smooth, warm and so intoxicating to touch.
“I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see you.
You’re like my drug. I’m not ashamed to say I’m addicted to you, Kendrick.
But if you don’t feel the same, if this is just sex for you, tell me now. I’ll walk away.”
His hands were on the sides of my face, his eyes boring into mine. “I’m not just in love with you, Darby. I’m fucking obsessed. I will do anything for you.”
My heart felt like it dropped into my stomach, and my chest started to do weird compressions, making me pant like I was having an anxiety attack.
He kissed me again, and the shuddering stopped.
Rebel pushed me against the kitchen counter and picked me up so my legs wrapped around his waist. Without wasting any time, he led me down the hall to where my room had been and threw me on the bed.
Rebel
She fell back on the bed when I tossed her down, her breasts bouncing from the action.
I felt like I was in a dream, her being here, her mouth on mine.
The way she looked at me now told me she needed more than a sweet fuck, she needed me to possess her, to show her how fucking scared I was that I could have lost her.
To show her…she was fucking mine.
She always had been.
I undid my jeans and pushed them down my legs, freeing my aching cock. He bobbed in the air, pointing at his target on the bed. She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth as she looked over at me from her spot on the bed.
Our bed.
I’d taken her room in the house because it made me feel closer to her. I was a sucker for punishment, I knew that, and the last couple of days had been torture…but staying in the room where we had fucked over and over wasn’t an option, so I came down here where her scent had still lingered.
I pulled my shirt off my body and moved toward the bed.
“Why are you still wearing clothes, Darby?”
My voice was dark. Twisted, and deep, needing her in a way I’d never needed anyone before. I could see the desire in her eyes as she slowly sat up, pulling her top off. Her lacy bra was in my favourite shade of red, and it clung to her tits like a second skin.
Jesus Christ.
She was going to put me in an early grave.
She laid back and shimmied out of her leather skirt and kicked her Chuck Taylors off.
I grabbed her ankle, peeling her ankle sock off her foot and kissed my way down her calf muscle, kneeling down and continuing up her inner thigh.
I could see her abdomen muscles clenching as she waited for me to get to her pussy.
My impatient princess.
I blew my breath over her lace panties, watching her writhe on the bed underneath me, loving that she gave herself over to me completely with no fear, no judgment, no weakness.
She was mine.
She’d been mine since the moment I kissed her in that kitchen on her birthday.
“Kendrick,” she moaned, loudly. “Please…”
“Please, what?” I asked her. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I wanted to hear her beg for it. I wanted to hear how much she needed me…wanted me.
“Please fuck me…I need you to fill me, to complete me.”
Fuck.
How could I not after hearing that?
I yanked at the side of her lace panties and pulled with all of my strength. The lace ripped apart, finally baring her drenched pussy to me. I pulled her thighs up and over my shoulders before I flattened my tongue and licked up her slit.
Heaven.
“Fuck,” she screamed out. “Yes!”
Pushing two fingers into her core, I slid in with ease as my tongue tangled with her clit, running the tip over her sensitive nub before pulling it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she screamed, her pussy grinding against my face.
Her hand went to the back of my head, holding me down as she rode my face for all she was worth.
I fucking lived for this. I wanted her to do this to me every goddamn morning for the rest of our lives.
I wanted to wake up with her pussy in my face, riding my mouth, screaming my name until she came.
I’d never leave the house until she was satisfied.
My fingers were being strangled as she screamed out her release, her arousal flooding my mouth. I lapped at her like a cat to a saucer of milk until she fell back against the bed, limbless.
Moving up her body, I kissed over her tummy, leading up to her breasts and her neck before I claimed her lips. Darby moaned into my mouth, deepening the kiss and holding me to her. I’d never get enough of kissing these lips, of having her devour my mouth with hers.
Darby Rose was fucking everything.
Her hands pushed my chest up and I disconnected from her mouth for her to push me to my back on the bed.
Straddling me, she leaned down to kiss me quickly before she straightened and reached between us, grabbing my rock hard dick and positioning him right under her.
She slid the tip in, slowly edging her way down.
I gripped onto her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh to control her, but there was no controlling her.
I didn’t want her to be controlled. I wanted her to be my Goddess, my Queen, my everything and I wanted her to take everything she needed from me.
At all times.
I was here to worship her.
I eased my fingers on her hips and let her take me at her own pace, looking up into her eyes as her mouth worked into an O. When she was fully seated on me, she put her hands flat on my chest and moved her hips. She felt fucking divine.
Better than anything I had ever felt before.
Somehow, every single time with her felt like the first time and I fucking loved it.
She didn’t know what she liked yet, but I was more than happy to be her guinea pig.
She ground her pussy over me, her moans filling the air, as she took what she needed.
I slid my finger over her clit, rubbing her arousal over the engorged bundle of nerves.
Her moans turned feral, her hips bucking faster as she rode toward her orgasm.
When her pussy clamped down on me, her orgasm ripping through her hard, sending a tingle to my balls.
Fuck.
She rode me like a woman possessed, her climax slamming into her and stealing her breath. I flipped her onto her back, pulling one leg up over my shoulder and thrust into her, pumping my own climax into her before falling back to the bed in a heap.
She was…everything.