The Promise (Darkest Lies Trilogy Book 2), Bethany-Kris [top 50 books to read .txt] 📗

She couldn’t contain it.

Karine cried out with pleasure. He could make her come just like that. Her clit was on fire, throbbing to be touched, and she reached down to do just that while her other hand steadied on his shoulder. She felt exactly how slick and hot she was for him, every brush of her fingertips making her hips jerk into his cock.

If he would let go of her then, she knew she would’ve fallen. She held on to him, his shoulder, but it felt like air. Complete surrender was possible. She found it when he was inside of her.

“Ride me,” he demanded, all husky and hoarse. “Come on, Karine. Take it.”

She did, rocking in his lap, her fingers working wild circles into her clit while his mouth lavished attention to her body. Across her chest, over her breasts—his tongue lapping at her peaking nipples before he dragged them between his teeth. The pleasure was sharp, but beautiful. The deeper she took him, the faster she worked her body against his, climbing higher again, the more he urged her on.

Just like that. And, fuck, you’re so beautiful. Fuck me, Karine, fuck me how you want, baby. Take it the way you need.

The soft kisses he dotted along her collarbones was a complete contrast to how hard his fingers dug into her sides. She fucked him harder, and he touched her slower. Karine dragged her nails against the back of his neck with desperation, almost there but not quite.

And yet, no matter how hard she fought to get to her orgasm, she couldn’t help but watch him, too. That struggle to keep himself in control while she rode him to bliss. How his lower lip quivered when he let out pants of air that mingled with her own heavy breaths.

They shouldn’t fuck like this, and she knew it. Raw, every single time. That choice was going to catch up to them eventually, but dammit if she cared now ... because she didn’t. She liked the way he felt inside her when he was bare. How that thick vein on the underside of his length pulsed when she clenched around him; how they mixed after they came. She even liked his stickiness between her thighs, and cleaning it away later, touching herself under hot bath water and remembering while she did it.

Roman grunted a low fuck under his breath, and she knew that sound. He was struggling, just like she was, to keep it together because nothing felt like this. Nothing was better than them together this way.

She couldn’t quite remember how she found herself on her knees all of the sudden ass pulled high on the edge of the bed, but it didn’t really matter. In the next moment, Roman was pounding deep into her from behind and Karine was already flying.

Screaming her orgasm into sheets she balled against her face. He fucked her hard like that, enough to ache, so deep she’d feel him for days.

And then he came with hot spurts to her backside, and along her lower back while she watched him over her shoulder through half-closed lashes while he jerked himself to a finish.

White, thick, and warm.

Marking her, in a way, as his thumb smeared the cum against her skin where her back melted into the roundness of her ass.

“I’m never going to forget the way you look when you’re like this,” he said, still breathless and touching himself on her.

He couldn’t know it.

Didn’t.

But that was exactly what she wanted to hear.

• • •

He gave her those thirty minutes he promised, letting her climb on top of him naked in the bed, and curl up into his waiting embrace. At first, she’d counted the minutes just in case. All the while thinking, you told me thirty; I want each one.

But he didn’t move an inch.

Not unless it was to touch her.

Their limbs were tangled with the sheets. Karine could feel the dampness on his skin, his strong masculine scent mixed with the undeniable whiff of sex still lingering in the air. Their sex. She tried to commit that to memory, too.

“No matter what happens,” she started to say, so quiet that she couldn’t even be sure he had heard her. “I want you to know you did the right thing—taking me with you was the right thing, Roman. I found where I wanted to be.”

In a way.

A very important way.

“And thank you for doing what you’ve done for me,” she added. ‘What you’re still doing.”

“Hey, it’s not a no matter kind of thing.” He hooked a finger under her chin, tipping her face upwards to him. “I will always come back to you, Karine. Even if I’m in pieces.”

He kissed her nose, her lips, then her chin. She drew in a deep, anxious breath, the exhale shaky even in her chest.

“What did I tell you, huh?” he asked. “As long as you want me, I’m here.”

“I don’t want to think of you in pieces—what does that even mean?”

“It means you have nothing to worry about.”

She rested her chin on her folded hands right in the middle of his chest, enjoying the way he watched her. The longer their gazes locked, the more her need for him started to grow all over again. To have him inside her; his words were always easier to hear when he was fucking her. It was the only way she could satiate her insecurities. If he was close to her, they wouldn’t taunt her.

Instead of feeding into the selfishness, she told him, “But you won’t be here, and you can’t blame me for wondering if you’ll be able to come back.”

Or if he’d be alive to, rather.

“Karine,” he said her name firmly, making her gulp when that hand of his came to lay against her cheek. “I’m going to ask you again—do you trust me?”

Honestly?

“More than anyone, Roman.”

Or anything.

“Good, because that’s really the only fucking thing I have. There’s not much else that’s good about