Insatiable (The Edge of Darkness, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

Damn. My girl is talented.

She looks so innocent and sweet and fucking adorable.

“You need to tell me what to do,” I say, not feeling an ounce of embarrassment. “When you touch yourself, what gets you off?”

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

“I’m not asking, Freckles. You’re going on a date with me.”

“Well, I’m drawn to you, Freckles. And it infuriates me that I am.

“I want to degrade you while you sit on my cock. Praise you as you swallow every drop of my cum. I want to brand every inch of your skin with my mouth and make sure you’re unable to even look at another man.”

“I want you, but I can’t have you,”

“Mani pārdod seksam un nāvei, lai aizsargātu visus, kurus mīlu.” Kade leans into me more, raising his other hand between us to tuck another strand of hair behind my ear. I tilt my head, utterly confused by whatever language he’s speaking. He licks his lips. “Tajā skaitā jūs, vasaras raibumi.”

“I am sold for sex and death to protect all I love. Including you freckles”

“Latvian, from when I was sent there for six months. I know four languages. Not well, but I’m working on them. It comes with the job.” I tilt my head. “What does it mean?”

“I hope you never find out.”

“Fuck. It’s good to hear your voice.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” I respond with a grin. “Tell me about your day.”

She beams, smiling so hard I think I might just hug her to death.

“Show me what it’s like, Freckles. Show me how it feels to have you fuck me with your hand.”

“Relax,” I whisper. “This is okay. This is us.”

my eyes roll as she twists her wrist when she reaches the tip, slamming her mouth on mine.

“Go faster,” I tell her, my teeth clenching when she does. I reach under her to grab her ass, raising my hips to fuck into the grip she has on my cock. My free hand clutches her jaw, tilting her head to the side so I can kiss her throat.

I stare at the closed door for far too long with a goofy smile on my face, then grab my headphones and listen to the song she mentioned.

“She was my granddaughter. No one takes from me and gets away with it. Once I deal with Kade, I’m going to hunt down whoever is responsible. I promise you, little one.”

“Talk to me, Freckles.”

“Can I hold you and pretend you’re her?” I tilt my head, narrowing my brows as I look down at him. “Who?” “My ex-girlfriend.”

Are you okay with me hugging you? When I get all fucked up, I think about her, and this is helping.” I nod and wipe a tear. “Yeah.” “Thank you.”

“I want to fuck her on my motorbike.” My eyes ping open. “I reckon she’d love it.”

“She was pregnant. A girl. We lost her.”

Stacey has always been the girl out of reach for me. The girl I wanted but could never have. My sister’s best friend who hated me with every fibre of her being.

But whenever I’m around her, I want to learn everything there is to feel. I want to be good enough for her.

I doodle while I wait for her to get out of the shower.

AWWWW

I want to add vines and some roses to make it pretty for her,

I’m still hard from devouring her pussy.

“I nearly passed out when you sucked my dick in the studio before we came down here.”

I caress her cheek with my thumb. “We’re the same. When we’re ready, we’ll learn from each other. No rushing. Okay?”

Her nipples are hard, and they rub against my chest as I slide the head of my cock against her inner thigh, swallowing her whimpers when my fingers push inside her. She feels so wet, warm and ready. She feels like mine. Stacey Rhodes is mine.

I stare at her, feel her beneath me, feel my heart pounding in my chest as I take in her beauty. Dark hair surrounds her on the pillow, and with her freckles and the flush in her cheeks, her long lashes and pouty lips, I honestly couldn’t think of a more perfect person to be experiencing all of this with. She’s the definition of beautiful, and she wants me. She belongs to me. I’m whipped, and she isn’t even my girlfriend.

“Hey.” Her soft voice breaks my inner thoughts, her hands on my face. “Be here with me.”

I lower my body to hers, my elbows resting on each side of her head as I kiss her.

I keep my eyes on Stacey. Looking for any sign of discomfort, showing her that she has my full attention, that this might be sex, but it’s her and her soul and fucking heart that have got my emotions running wild.

I keep my forehead to hers. “How does it feel?”

she’s drunk with pleasure, and when I drive inside her, her body trembles beneath me. I hit that spot that has her seeing stars and then do it again, hooking my arm behind her knee to open her wider.

I was fifteen when I met her, and that’s when my obsession began. Now, as I feel her body shattering around me and beneath me, orgasm slamming into her with my name on her lips, I know it’s an obsession I’ll never get over.

“Talk to me, Freckles. How do you feel?”

“As long as you’re okay, I don’t care about anything else.” “I’m okay.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Then so am I.”

I think I’m falling in love with Stacey Rhodes.

I stare at my middle finger then slide it into my mouth,

I quirk a brow. “You want to stay a bit longer?” “I never said that.” “No,” I reply. “I’m asking you.” Say yes. Say fucking yes.

I take a bold chance by looking up and saying, “Come back to bed.”

She whimpers when I pull my hand away, eyes widening as I press my middle finger to her mouth. “Open.” Her lips part, and I slide my finger against her tongue, letting Stacey taste herself. “You still taste like mine, Freckles.”

“Will you let me?”

“Do you want to fuck me?” “Obviously I want to fucking fuck you.”

“You want me to beg? How would you like me to plead for your pussy? Vocally or on my knees?” Her eyes spark. “Both.”