Dark Abyss by Kaitlyn O'Connor (classic novels for teens .txt) 📕

Casting around in her mind a little frantically, she finally remembered something else she’d wanted to ask him.

She swallowed with an effort. “I never understood why you told me you were sorry that day,” she said shakily.

She could see his brief search for the memory in his eyes.

“At my father’s island when you kissed me?”

His gaze flickered to her mouth and then back to her eyes. To her surprise some of the tension and anger seemed to leave him. “I realized I’d misjudged you,” he said slowly.

She hadn’t expected that. It threw her into turmoil. Gladness flickered through her and yet what could she do with it? How did it help her now?

Not at all. She released her hold on him, looked away. “Oh.”

He touched her jaw, forcing her to look at him again. A jolt went through her when she found him waiting only for the turn of her head to cover her lips with his own and then a far more powerful one when she felt the heated pressure of his lips. She dragged in a shuddering breath as he parted her lips with the thrust of his tongue, afraid to move at all for fear he’d pull away. His leisurely exploration of her mouth was in stark contrast to the state of total disorder he’d thrown her into with his first touch. The moment his taste and scent invaded her, desperation exploded inside of her, a savage yearning that made her tremble with the effort to keep from grabbing him and demanding more, instantly.

Fear stabbed into her when she felt him shift and vanished when she felt his arms settle around her and tighten, bringing her closer. She curled her fingers into his robe, straining to pull herself closer still. She’d wanted this—him—forever it seemed.

Don’t stop, she thought pleadingly. Please don’t stop!

He broke the kiss almost on the thought and lifted his head. Disappointment filled her, so vast a sea of it that she felt the urge to cry.

“Anna.”

She opened her eyes with an effort to look at him. “Don’t stop, Simon, please?”

We can fight later!

His gaze flickered over her face. Without a word, he led her into her room. It flickered through her mind that he meant to shove her in and shut the door behind her.

Instead, he discarded his robe and pulled hers off.

Chapter Fifteen

Anna shivered as Simon explored her with his gaze and the light touch of his hand, fighting the urge to cover herself, searching his face anxiously to assure herself that he was satisfied with what he saw and touched. To her relief, he gathered her to him and carried her to the bed, urging her to lie down on it. She was almost sorry she had when she scrambled on to the mattress and sprawled out in wanton display. He merely stared at her for several moments. Just about the time she began to cave in, he joined her, stretching out along her side, caging her upper body between his arms and leaning down to pluck at the tender points of her breast with his lips.

No, she screamed inwardly! Give it to me! Now! Just fuck me! I don’t care if I come or not! I have to feel it!

She was too tense and anxious to come, she told herself. She just wanted to hold him inside of her, to wrap herself in him. That was what she wanted, needed desperately.

She nearly blacked out when he finally stopped teasing her nipples and sucked one into his mouth. Fire poured through her, arrowing toward her lower belly like a lightning bolt and making the muscles in her sex spasm frantically. She clamped her arms around his head, torn between the certainty that she couldn’t bear the intense sensations flowing through her and the fear that he’d stop.

She’d just decided she was going to melt into a puddle of sheer bliss when he released the nipple he’d been teasing and moved to its twin. The jolt to her system was harsher that time, sending her spiraling closer to unconsciousness, but it also narrowed her focus so tightly to the pull of his mouth and the electric current flowing from her breast to her womb that it was as if nothing else existed in the world.

“Simon,” she whispered, in awe, in disbelief that he was touching her, making love to her when she’d despaired that he ever would.

He lifted his head, studied her face for a long moment and moved upward. There was more hunger in the feel of his mouth, a hint of impatience that telegraphed through her mind and set her fires to blazing higher. She kissed him back, trying to communicate her desperation.

He broke from her lips and explored her face and throat, pebbled her skin with the heat of his breath on her ear and worked his way to her breasts again.

Torture me, she thought a little wildly.

He did, exploring every patch of skin downward to her knees. Not that , she thought in despair when she felt him move her limp legs apart! If he touched her with his mouth there it was all going to be over for her and she’d decided she wanted to die from the torment he’d been inflicting on her.

She held her breath as she felt him bend toward her and bite lightly on the inside of her thighs.

Alright! That, she changed her mind!

He pushed her thighs wider and moved over her, settling his hips between them.

She clutched at him, digging her fingers into his flesh. “Simon! Please!”

A faint tremor rippled along his big body. She felt