Page 43 of Between Passion and Revenge, Part One (The Griot Chronicles #1)

SHAE

T he waning sunlight filters into my room, casting a glow on my skin. Still, I tremble at the gravity of what we’re doing.

What I’m doing.

Quit stalling, Shae.

I hook my thumbs into my soft shorts, baring myself to him.

“Come here, Shae,” he says, his voice hard. Almost as hard as his….

I look down at the fucking monster tenting his pants. How the absolute fuck am I going to take that thing?

As if pulled by a string, I make one step, then another, until I’m right in front of him with my knees pressed to his.

“What do you want me to do?” he murmurs, raking his eyes down my body. When he gets to the apex of my thighs, he shivers. Sofagate feels forever ago, but he acts as if this is the first time he’s seen my pussy, if the way he bites his lower lip is any indication. My pussy contracts in response.

What was the question?

“I want…” I say, my voice faint and my body weak. He looks up to me, as if he’s sad he has to stop looking at my slit, which has me now clenching and leaking. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Because turnabout is fair play, I lick my lips when my eyes land on the outline of his dick.

“What do you want me to do about that, baby?” he says, the side of his mouth lifting in his trademark cocky grin.

“Can I undress you, Storm?” I zone out a bit, overwhelmed by the sensations moving all through my body.

He takes two of his fingers to lift my chin, which is when I realize I’m back to staring at his denim-covered dick, and our gazes meet.

Then, because he’s clearly a master of my body, he pinches the flesh on my face to keep my eyes on his.

“Start with my shirt,” he commands. I look down again to do as he says, but he shakes my jaw a fraction, returning my gaze to his.

I squeak when he damn-near growls, “Eyes on mine, Sweetness.”

My hands go to the hem of his gray pullover sweater, and when I get halfway up his abs, he releases my face. I pull the garment off.

This is the first time we’ve gone this far, but I can’t help but gawk at the perfection that is his chest and abs.

“Wow,” I say on a breath.

“Keep going, Shae,” he says, breaking through my ogling. Taking my hands, he puts them on his belt.

I swallow hard.

“You said you want to undress me, so undress me.” He wears an easy smile. Comfortable. Even though our coming together like this, this inevitability, is a serious move forward, he wants to have fun here, too.

Fun. What a concept.

A return smile grows on my face, I lower to my knees and undo his belt, eyes locked to his.

I want to burn this image into my memory forever: Storm looming over me as I rest at his feet, both of us waiting in anticipation for our flesh to meet.

Releasing his belt from the loops at his waist and unfastening the snaps, I twitch when the scratch of the zipper lowering fills the room. I take a moment to breathe before grabbing his pants and black boxers in one smooth movement, leaving them to pool at his feet.

“Oh, wow, ” I say, and I lick my lips when his cock springs past the confines of his clothes, aiming for me as if it were a heat-seeking missile.

My mouth waters as a wild thought pops into my brain.

I want to suck this man down to the back of my throat more than I want anything else on this planet.

I reach my hand toward his dick, already imagining the thickness as I stretch my lips and fingers around it, but he pulls me to stand.

“Wha—”

Storm’s lips crash into mine.

Behind my closed eyelids, a kaleidoscope of colors flash in the darkness, shooting me into the cosmos. My palms register his bare chest, my core rocking toward his lower half, seeking out the pleasure I know he will give me.

He pulls away and fully steps out of his pants, kicking them to the side.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” His words are a snap as he pants, and he puts his hand on the back of my neck, controlling my head movements. He doesn’t let me look away from him.

“M-my breasts. I want you to touch my breasts.”

He lets my request linger in the air, but then, without breaking contact, he uses both hands to cup my skin with a gentleness that has me wanting to latch on to him. He applies pressure to my nipples in the exact way I need for him to draw pleasure from my body.

“Like this, baby?”

God… “Yes,” I say, lightheaded. “That’s?—”

“What else, Sweetness?”

I groan, trying to grasp for…something.

“Are you going to make me narrate everything?” I can tell the humor I’m trying to inject falls flat.

He doesn’t take the bait.

“Tell me what to do or all of this stops, Shae.” To emphasize his point, he releases my tits. “You are in control, Sweetness. Tell me.”

I draw in a breath. “Suck on them, Storm.”

He draws my nipple into his mouth, and I moan deep, clutching at the sides of his head and the short strands that rasp against my palms.

“Oh, sweet Lord above,” I groan, and he chuckles, pulling away from me.

“God’s nowhere near this room right now, baby.”

Well good goddamn.

With a grin that looks devilish, he spins us and I bounce on the mattress.

It takes me a second to even figure out what the hell is happening, but when I register him leaning over my body as I rest on the bed, I feel wanton. I must look it, too—my hair escapes the top knot I pulled it into, my lips swollen from our kisses.

“Keep touching me, Storm,” I say, panting. “Suck on me.”

He looks down to my pussy, and the pure hunger in his gaze causes my sheath to flutter.

“Suck on you, Sweetness?” he rasps, finally dragging his attention from my lower lips. When we’re face-to-face, I nod with jerky movements.

He dips his head down and latches his lips onto my neck. I sigh when he pulls at the flesh.

“Suck you here?” he asks, and I make an inarticulate sound in my throat. “Hm, that’s good, I see.”

He moves down my chest, latching on one nipple and pinching the other between his index finger and thumb.

“What about here, Sweetness?” he draws the flesh deeper into his mouth, coaxing the nub to an even stiffer peak. “Is that good?”

My eyes slip closed.

“God, yes. Storm, that’s so….”

He moves lower and lower down my body, placing firm, reverent kisses on my flesh. When his mouth is right over the soft curls covering my pubic bone, he pauses and blows gently.

“Look at me, Sweetness,” he growls, and I lift my head to meet his gaze. My breath saws in and out of my chest, and if I don’t get control of myself, I’m going to start hyperventilating.

“I’m going to suck here, baby.” He takes the tip of his index finger and traces my seam, not dipping inside, although I desperately want him to.

“Please,” I whisper. In any other event, I’d be mortified to register a tear sliding down my face in the middle of foreplay, but Storm doesn’t treat me as if I’m overly emotional. Instead, he wipes my cheek with his fingertips and rewards my vulnerability with a hot, long suck to my clit.

“Storm!” I shout, my back lifting off the mattress as I cock my legs wider and lift my pussy toward his mouth. He returns my ferocity, moaning and sucking at me as if his sole goal in life is to get me off with his mouth latched to my cunt.

“Oh my—Storm! This is?—”

He slides a finger into my tight sheath.

“Come for me, Shae,” he whispers, keeping his lips on mine and testing my channel by pressing another finger into me. “I need you to come for me before I fuck you, baby.”

I let out a breathy shout at that, my thighs tensing around his ears. Reaching down, I clutch at the slightly longer coils at the top of his head as I flex my body, my sighs escalating.

Oh my god.

I release all over his mouth.

“ Storm! ”

He keeps sucking, maintaining the suction of his mouth as he presses up, coaxing out my pleasure as much as he can.

When I inhale sharply, he pulls back and places lingering kisses on my stomach, my breasts, and then my mouth.

“I want you.” The words shock me, but in the afterglow of the best orgasm given to me by another person, all I can be is honest.

I stare deep into his eyes, trying like hell to get him to see the truth in my words.

“Sweetness,” he says, his voice a rasp.

“Yes, Storm?” My voice trembles.

“Are you mine?”

He delivers the question with an intimate type of quiet in his voice. The tone acts as a counterpoint to his actions at the southern part of my body where he runs his erection up and down my weeping slit, coaxing out more moisture and driving me fucking crazy.

Am I his? How could I not be.

“Yes, I’m yours. I don’t think there’s ever a reality in which I wouldn’t be.”

And damn if it isn’t the realest thing I’ve ever said.

He smiles, but it turns into a groan.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he says, pulling away from my warmth.

It’s a split-second decision, but I do it anyway—I lock my legs around his torso, bringing him into alignment so the head of his cock can dip into me.

“I get the shot. And I’ve been checked since the last time I had sex. Which was…a long time ago.” I flush, heat spreading to my cheeks at my words…and at the mental image of Storm Sandoval pounding into me raw.

There goes my sheets.

“It’s been three months and sixteen days since I last had sex. I was tested during my physical last month, and I don’t have anything,” he replies, surprising me at how long he’s been celibate.

“Three months and how many days?” I reply, biting my lip with narrowed eyes. “That’s oddly specific.”

He rocks forward, his dick pressing against me in the most delicious way.

“Three months and sixteen days ago, I met you, Shae. I haven’t wanted anyone in the way I want you.”

My eyes stay narrowed, even though his confession makes me want to cry.

“No way, playboy,” I say, trying to tease him and thinking hard if I should trust him with my health.

Can I? Should I?

Silly bitch, this is how you end up on a PSA commercial.

“Yes way. I wouldn’t lie about something so important,” he replies, his voice getting more firm. “But we can wait until we can show results?—”

He pulls his hips back, but I lock my legs tighter.

“I trust you, Storm.”

My words tremble as I say them, but I can tell he hears and sees the truth in them, nonetheless.

“Are you sure, Shae?” He asks, lowering so that his lips ghost over mine. “Because once I’m inside you, that’s it. There’s no one else who gets this pussy but me. Understand?”

“Storm—”

“Do. You. Understand?” he repeats. He’s totally fucking serious about this.

“Once I fuck you, you’re all the way mine, Shae. No more dancing around our relationship. You’ll be my girl, and I’ll be your man. So what will it be?”

One heartbeat of silence. Then another.

“Make me yours, Storm. All the way.”

He drives my body up the bed when he slams his hips forward. I release a guttural moan as stars bloom behind my eyelids, and it’s like something in the universe clicks into place as we join together.

Storm and me, we’re written in the stars. I was right—it’s impossible for there to be a universe in which there’s no us.

Growling deep in his chest, he pulls back and surges forward, his balls slapping against me as he bottoms out, the head of his dick hitting the unmistakable knob of my cervix.

Made for me. He was made for me, as I was made for him.

“This feels insane, Storm,” I say, my voice breaking when he thrusts in again and then again.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice almost animalistic, it’s so low.

“God no! Don’t you dare stop,” I snap, and my head drops back when he brings his hand down to my hard clit. I ripple around him, so fucking close to exploding again. My thighs tense around his waist, my pussy clenching as he drives me higher and higher and?—

“Come for me again, Shae,” he growls, bringing his face close to my ear. Keeping up the rhythm. “I need you to come on my dick, baby.”

I start to shake from the tips of my hair down to my toes.

“Storm!” I shout, drawing tight. A heartbeat later, I release a long, breathy moan, my pussy squeezing him like a fist as I rhythmically clench and release around his hard length.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, and oh fuck he’s talking me through my orgasm, still fucking me steadily. “You’re doing so good for me, Shae. You’re so perfect clutching my dick.”

It’s much. So much. Too much?

“Storm, what are you doing to me?” I rasp as he keeps me suspended, right on a trigger-edge of coming again. My eyes slide shut, overwhelmed, all my senses assaulted.

“I’m loving you, Shae Olivya Rivers.”

I suck in a breath, drawing tight again, and when my muscles clamp down on him a second time, he loses it, pushing all my limits as he delivers his final punishing thrusts.

He comes. He comes and comes, pumping rope after rope of his essence into me. It seems like maybe he’s pouring his heart into me, too.

We don’t move, as if there’s an unspoken agreement to stay this connected for as long as possible.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” I whisper, shocking myself hearing my voice.

He pulls away from my upper body and pushes a stray curl from my eyebrow with his index finger.

“Absolutely, Sweetness.”

I can’t help the bright smile that crosses my face, coming from my fractured soul.