Ascending Darkness (Shattering the Darkness) (12 page)

My legs part and his hips fall between them. I say a quick and silent
thank you up above, that neither of us had the energy to put clothing on last night as he slowly fills me with his massive cock.

My heart rate kicks up and my legs lock around his back. He makes slow,
short thrusts into me, teasing his way until he is completely filling me with every inch of him; all the while flicking my nipples with his finger and tongue.

H
e is deep within me when he lifts his head and stares at me, momentarily enough for our eyes to lock and we both become lost in the moment… The silence saying everything we don’t have to… The love we have for each other… This connection between us that is clearly more than physical.

His head slowly descends until his full lips touch mine. He probes my lips gently with his tongue, gaining access to my mouth. Our tongues
dance, entwine for minutes… hours… I’m not sure… until he lifts his head and stares into my eyes… slowly thrusting his cock in and out of me… making that visual connection something transcendent between us.

My hands rest on the back of his shoulders, gripping lightly as his
fingers thread through my hair. We continue to stare at each other as our bodies meld together with the rhythm of his thrusts. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs; locking us together.

He lowers his head closer to mine, our lips barely touching… we breathe each other’s air, allowing the moment to play out…

My body betrays me without providing warning as the rush takes hold, sneaking up on me. I don’t even notice it until it is on me full force, taking my breath away. I gasp in a breath of air, my neck arching back, but my eyes still trapped in his. His own eyes flash with fire at watching me climax, then surprise and pleasure as he thrusts into me one last time with his own orgasm.

We continue to stare at each other breathlessly for a long while until Breccan moves his hand and runs his long fingers under my eye
and tenderly cups my face. I feel wetness spread as he does and I’m shocked that I am actually crying.

“What is it, dove? Are you okay?” he asks gently and softly
, with concern lacing every syllable.

“That…” I shake my head to clear it. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced.”

And it truly was. I have never felt those emotions. It was like my whole body was weightless and my mind completely disconnected from everything except for that one feeling of love I have for him. I want to tell him. I want to tell him immensely, but the words won’t leave my mouth. I feel more tears drop from my eyes due to my ineptitude.

“Is that why you’re crying?” he whispers.

I nod my head then raise it so that my lips meet his in a gentle kiss.

“Thank you so much,” I whisper against his lips
, my voice choked with emotion. It is all I can say to convey how much it meant to me. I drop my head back down to the pillow and Breccan’s mouth follows mine to give me a slow… sensual… deep kiss.

“I love you, dove.”

I let those words wash over me and I know that he feels it as deeply as I do.

Even as disappointment wages a war within me for
my inability to reciprocate those words.

We get up after a while and share a shower, making sure to get
very
clean. Afterwards I help him dress in a beautiful gray suit. Never before had I realized what a turn on dressing is. I got distracted about the time I was buttoning his shirt, which since that is when I started helping him, we didn’t get very far with me helping.

We were standing in the closet, him in his slacks and me in only a towel. He had just slipped his shirt on and I got the first button done up before leaning forward to run my tongue along his perfectly sculpted chest. My hands grip onto his waist as I work my way up his throat, nipping and licking the whole way.

His hands fist in my freshly dried hair for a fraction of a second before they drop to release me of my towel then move back up to my hair to guide my mouth to his. The kiss is deep and passionate. My hands move of their own accord and undo the button I just fastened and quickly work to unzip his trousers. I slide them off of him as he backs me up against the closet wall, continuing to consume my mouth. My back hits the wall just as I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to pump my fist up and down.

Breccan lets out a moan and spins me around to face the wall. He places my hands, palms flat, against it and whispers in my ear, “Don’t fucking move, dove,” then yanks my hips out and back towards him.

My breath leaves me in a whoosh just as he pummels his massive cock into me. He grabs onto my hips tightly and I press my palms into the wall to keep myself steady on my toes as he plunges in and out of me at a beautifully fast and hard rhythm.

“Oh… fuck…” I groan against the wall as my climax gains speed.

“Fuck…” he groans out, himself, and reaches around to grab onto my breast, pinching my nipple. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good.”

“Don’t… stop…” I breathe out between thrusts. “Oh… please… Brecc…” I beg.

I feel his head drop to my back and he trails his tongue up my spine causing a different rush of sensations to spread through me. His hand drops from my breast and moves down to my clit. He rubs me with fervor pushing me closer and closer to release. My nails scrape against the wall, looking for some kind of purchase.

My orgasm rolls through me from my spine down to my toes and back up exploding out from my core. My head falls back as I cry out and my whole body convulses. Breccan continues to work me through it, slamming his cock roughly in and out of me until I am completely weak.

He spins me back around and grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up and winding my legs around his waist, then pounding right back into me. My head rests back against the wall and my hands grip tightly onto his shoulders.

“Look at me, dove,” he orders and my eyes find his. “I need you to look at me as I come inside of you.”

Our breathing his heavy as his thrusts become more urgent and erratic. He slides into me one last time before stopping, his eyes widening and a low moan leaving his throat. I clutch him closer to me and lay my lips against his, gently kissing him.

Moments later he lets me down onto my feet and reaches down to pull his slacks up.

“I think we better dress separately,” he tells me with that crooked half smile as he picks his shirt up off the floor and slides it back on.

“I think that would be a good idea, Brecc,” I tell him with a smile of my own as I pick up the towel and wrap it around me.

He comes over to me, lays his hand on my hip and bends to give me a quick and gentle kiss.

“I’ll meet you downstairs, beautiful,” he whispers.

“Okay…” I whisper back.

He walks out and I decide that I should probably get dressed for the day.

I put on my clothes then head to the bathroom to finish getting ready. After I apply my makeup, I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment; amazed at the difference just a few days can make.

My skin is full of color and my eyes are shining brightly. The light catches on the dove necklace at the hollow of my throat, making me smile. My fingers trail against the smooth platinum and diamonds; I say a silent prayer that everything has worked out…

When I get downstairs, Breccan is just setting two plates down on the bar filled with eggs and toast.

“You cooked?” I ask him, setting my purse down on the counter and making my way to the coffee pot.

“Yes. I already got your coffee,” he says, stopping me in my tracks, as I watch him put a cup down next to each plate.

“Wow,” I say and make my way around to the chair. Breccan pulls it out for me and I take a seat. “I should keep you around. Orgasms, coffee and breakfast? A girl could get used to this,” I say smiling at him as he takes a seat.

“That’s the idea, gorgeous,” he tells me with a cocky raise of his eyebrow.

I roll my eyes and laugh
, then take a bite of, swear to God, the world’s most amazing eggs benedict.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim loudly, making both Breccan and Bane jump, “These are fucking amazing, Brecc,” I say before shoveling another bite into my mouth.

“I’m glad you approve,” he laughs at me. “Oh, I already took Bane for a walk, too, so you shouldn’t have to worry about it,” he informs me.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I say reaching for my coffee. I take a sip then reach down to call Bane to me. “Is he spoiling you?” I ask him.

“Him… and you,” Breccan tells me.

I look at him and smile, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on it. “So…” he says after he lets go of my hand and we both take another bite, “what are your plans for Friday?”

“Uh…” I raise my eyes up, trying to think if I have anything going on that day, “I don’t think anything. Why?” I ask.

“Well… I was hoping I could talk you into joining me.”

“Where…?” I ask apprehensively.

“I have a business dinner… and I was hoping you would join me…” he says. The panic sets in, freezing me in place.

“Are you fucking nuts?” I ask him dropping my fork.

“
Harper…” he sighs, “Please? I think it will be fine.”

“Look,” I stand up and pick up my plate of half-eaten egg and set it on the counter on the sink then refill my coffee as I continue talking, “You don’t get it completely. Not yet. And I’m not ready to
tell you yet. But just know that,” I finish adding cream and sugar to my coffee and turn to face him, leaning against the counter, “those people from my past are what I was worried about. They’re… they’re dangerous, Brecc,” my voice has gone soft, “And they may be looking for me… the way I left…” I shake my head and look down and away from him, “it wasn’t good and it pissed a lot of really bad people off. And I just don’t want things getting out and them finding me.”

“Okay…” he nods his head, “for now. But,
babe?” he asks.

“What?” I ask, taking a
sip of coffee.

“We are going to have to eventually,” he states.

“I know…” I close my eyes and slowly open them back up, “There are just things that you may want to know first. Things that I’m not ready to talk about…”

“Okay, dove. We’ll revisit it,” he smiles understandingly at me.

“Thank you,” I say, my voiced infused with gratitude.

Later that day after I finish up some paperwork in my office, I go out to the bar to see what is going on just in time to see Mya come in looking disheveled. Mya is a natural beauty with a golden complexion and has black hair with burgundy streaks in it. She’s petite at five foot nothing and is one of the most stylish people I’ve ever met, which is how I know immediately that something is off.

“Mya, are you all right?” I rush up to her
. I know my face is showing concern, because I can feel a protective panic come over.

“Yeah… I guess.” She shakes her head
, still dazed. “It was crazy,” she still shakes her head, “I left this morning to go to the beach and when I got back around noon my whole apartment was trashed and everything in it was destroyed. Literally!”

“Oh my God. What happened?” Nick-
the bartender for today- instantly drops the towel, sets the glass down and walks out from behind the bar. He reaches for her tenderly and hugs her trembling body to his protectively.

“I don’t know.” Mya leans into Nick
, sobbing, as a tear rolls from her eyes. “I got to the door and it was like it was kicked in or something. I peeked in through the open door, but I was too scared to even go in. I just ran back downstairs and called the cops.” She closes her eyes and shakes her head, clearly still in shock. She opens her eyes slowly and continues, “When the cops came I went inside and everything of mine was destroyed. Clothes were cut up into shreds. All of my dishes were broken. My furniture slashed… and someone even,” she pauses to swallow hard, “urinated,” she forces the word out as more tears run down her face, “on my bed.” Her hands flail up as she cries out, “Who the fuck pisses on someone’s bed!”

“Holy shit
,” I say with utter shock. Before I know it, my hand is on her shoulder offering some small amount of comfort.

“I know,” she sniffles
, burrowing her head into him. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I didn’t even realize how late it was until Emma texted me, reminding me to bring back her movie tonight. Which is destroyed, too,” she states very matter of factly. “I ran to the second hand shop to find something to wear and rushed over here.”

“Oh, honey. You didn’t have to come in. I would
have completely understood. Especially under those circumstances. You need to go and stay with family,” I tell her as I squeeze her shoulders.

“I… I can’t,” she cries, “I need the money if I’m going to replace everything. And all of my family lives on the other side of the country.”

“You can stay with me,” Nick offers immediately making me vaguely wonder what the extent of their relationship is. “I’m off work in a couple hours. Just hang out here and then come home with me.”