Darkness Series Boxed Set, #1-4 (Darkness, #1-4)

by K.F. Breene

“Mmm,” she breathed, back to kissing him instead of drinking. “Drink more, love. You need more of me to heal.” Her hand felt up his chest, her delicate fingers tracing his muscles, stopping on his flexing pec. Eyes closed, she bent her head to him again, the fire from her mouth consuming him. His fingers worked in between her butt cheeks, circling that small hole lightly. His cock skimmed her wet sex, working against it, parting her outer lips. She groaned, taking a long, deep pull from his neck. She let go of his neck with a pop, her tongue flowing over her bottom lip, clearing it of the last drops of him. Against his neck she murmured, “Take me.” He lost his shit. Feeling like she yanked a string directly tied to his stomach and cock, he rolled on top of her, flame licking his skin where she touched. Her hands glided up his arms, over his shoulders, over his neck, and to his head. She pulled him toward her. Stefan allowed her to lead, sinking between her spread legs, his manhood pressed heavily against her heat soaked, wet sex. He couldn’t remember ever being this wild; this desperate to take a female. He pounded with it. Throbbed. Her lips touched his lightly, assessing. Her tongue darting out to lick his lips, tasting. More pressure, their mouths opening to each other. Her tongue entered his mouth, seeking him, and then drawing him out. Playful and fun, experimenting. She tasted like chocolate, spice, and his essence, she smelled like fresh everglades in the crisp dusk...

Trying to find my breath through my constricted chest, I straddled him again, flattening his manhood with my body, and touched my lips to his. I felt his lips curl before he answered, passion unfurling between us. I got lost in the kiss, sucked into a void where the world fell away around us. He licked and tasted my mouth expertly, teasing but wanting. I clung on to his body, his tight arms around me. I slid my body forward, then back, rubbing along his shaft. When we were good and slick, I raised a fraction, his arms around me lightly shaking. His tip crested my folds, having me nearly weeping with the anticipation. I sat, slowly, his girth invading my body, stretching me to the point of pain. I pulled up, trying to work him in. His hands flew out to the sides, straight along the couch back, and clutched at the cushions. Intense concentration took over his face. Back down again, filling me. More stretching, the sweet torture having my eyes fluttering. It felt so good—I couldn’t remember anything, ever, feeling this damn good! “Oh god, Sasha—.” Stefan’s whole body flexed as his eyes squeezed tight, preventing himself from thrusting upward by sheer strength of will. My heart sank. I wish I knew how to do this better—he was just so big. It hurt to force it, but I could tell he couldn’t handle the slow torture of working it in. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to—“ Stefan’s eyes snapped open. His arms crushed me to his chest as he laughed. “Don’t be sorry! I haven’t felt this good in…a...

He began moving slowly, working my body with those clever fingers, building me. Each muscle started to flex, then release, flex, release, and release again. His hard shaft moved into me, gaining speed. Shivers wracked me, leaving more intensity in their wake. My body sweating, his slick as well, he worked into me, deeper and harder, faster. My legs squeezed his thighs, my arms clutched his shoulders, my mouth kissed his neck. The pleasure condensed in on itself, localizing in my groin, tightening. Everything tightening. My body getting dense, blasts silently bursting all over my body in muffled detonations, hinting toward that final event. Tighter still, muscles shaking, Stefan groaning, his face against mine. The world sparkling with color so intense, I could barely stand it. Everything pulled down, winding up, then— “Oh, Stefan!” I cried, my body convulsing under him with such intensity, I could barely breathe. Jackhammers of pleasure echoed through my limbs, infusing me with euphoria as the vibration subsided. I had so many endorphins, I wanted to rocket off the couch. I was so relaxed, I didn’t even want to move enough to turn my head, tingles of lingering sensation creeping throughout my body. Ho-ly hell. All this time, I had no idea what sex was really supposed to be. What a true orgasm could really feel like. It was… I was… I’d never be the same. Stefan lay over me, limp, his face buried in my neck. “Please tell me you are satisfied, because it might take a miracle ...

“Hey Boss, whatcha got there?” I vaguely heard Charles moving around. “I found your charge.” “You certainly did. You also serviced my charge. Thank the merciful gods. Maybe now she won’t be so wound up.” “Please be careful how you address my pet.” “Not funny.” My voice...

“Good times, Sasha,” Charles said, darting in between angry green stalks to slash at a thick green stem. “Don’t do that when you actually have to…work magic…though. You’ll be weaker.” “Yes, professor obvious. I figured that.”

Fate continually wanted me the butt of every joke. We were at war, Fate and me. And guess what, Fate was winning. And an asshole.

Stefan nodded slowly, his beautiful onyx eyes twinkling. “It gives the feeling of ecstasy if it's balanced right. The blood link—the tie to me—boosts it tenfold, though. It never felt as good to hold max capacity before we developed the blood link.”

His love for me, pulsing through the link, warmed my insides. I smiled like a fool before reality came crashing down.