The Darkest Corner of the Heart (The Brightest Light Book 2)
The Darkest Corner of the Heart: Chapter 26

My mouth replaces hers the second I shut the door behind me with enough force to wake up the whole damn building.

She turns me around until she has me pressed against the hard wood, her cold palms hiking up my shirt and exploring every inch of the firmness of my bare chest. I let her have this moment of control, only because she has no idea what’s awaiting her tonight.

She has no idea the kind of beast she’s letting loose.

Her fingers tug at my shirt like the vicious little thing she is, and I help her take it off. Her eyes roam my naked chest, getting her fill, before she plants open-mouthed kisses on the base of my throat then lower.

A desperate groan leaves my lips. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know she’s still too young for me and I’m too much of a fuckup for her, but at this moment, all I care about is devouring every inch of her skin. Of her.

I want to make her scream, beg, spend her until it hurts to breathe.

“Off,” I command, tugging at her top, and she doesn’t hesitate before it’s lying on a pile on the floor along with her bra. I knead that beautiful ass next, my tongue teasing one of her nipples until I have her squirming. “Up.”

She does as she’s told, my sweet thing, and wraps her legs around my torso as I carry her to my bedroom. She’s so light in my arms, those tits so damn delicious on my tongue and plush in my hands, I press her against the nearest wall and fist her hair, breaking contact with her skin. Maddie gasps, her eyes full of lust.

“You like it rough, don’t you, baby.” I gently sink my teeth into the sensitive spot at the top of her full breasts and bask in the loud moan I get as a response. “You want me to fuck you hard? To have no mercy on your body?”

She gasps as my fingers replace the button of her jeans, unclasping it with ease. “These are coming off,” I demand, my own judgment clouded by the need of making her drown in pleasure.

She squirms in my arms until I set her on the floor so she can slide her pants down those athletic legs I can’t wait to test the flexibility of. The sight of her black panties, so simple yet so damn sexy, is interrupted by her fingers tugging at my own jeans.

“You have too many clothes on,” she says with a smirk, and I’m only so happy to get rid of the barriers between us.

Standing in our underwear, we gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment, breathing heavily.

We’re really doing this. I’m going to fuck my twenty-one-year-old ex-patient in my bed, and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt about it.

My hungry eyes glaze over her perfect curves, from her beautiful eyes to her toes, and only one word comes to mind. “Breathtaking.”

Despite the darkness in the room, I don’t miss her blush. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” she muses, her fingertips drawing circles on my chest. They move down and down, so slowly and painfully I make a mental note to punish her for it later, until they reach the hem of my boxers.

When she licks her lips, I lose it. I capture that mouth in my own again, our tongues battling for an impossible victory. I walk her backward to the bed, lowering myself until I’m sitting on the mattress. It’s only now that I notice a butterfly tattoo on her ribs, small but intricate and delicate, just like her, and plant a soft kiss on it. “Did you draw this yourself?” My voice comes out rough, but so does hers.

“Yeah,” she says before I kiss her skin again.

Mine.

The thought comes out of nowhere, but fuck it if doesn’t feel right to call her mine.

My fingers, previously gripping her hips, replace their way under the hem of her panties. “Can I take these off?”

She nods, probably not expecting my question, and I hold my breath as I slowly lower the slim piece of fabric down her legs. My mouth waters at the sight of her bareness, just a few inches away from my face.

She’s so perfect, inside and out, I don’t know what to do with myself.

It’s all-consuming, and I’m turning into ashes just thinking about what I’m going to do when this is over. Because I’ll never get to have her like this again.

One night. Just one night. Tonight, and then it’s over.

Pushing my own thoughts away, I scoot back on the bed until I’m lying on my back and my head is flat against the pillow. She eyes me with interest, still standing at the foot of the mattress, taunting me from a distance. I pat my chest. “Come here.”

She arches a playful eyebrow. “You want me to straddle your chest?”

“I want you to sit on my face so I can finally taste that sweet pussy.”

Her breath hitches, mouth slightly agape, like she doesn’t know every small movement she makes is my goddamn undoing.

But she recovers quickly, climbing onto the mattress first and crawling to me on all fours. I can’t take my eyes away from her center as she spreads her legs to straddle my torso, from the way those glistening lips part with her movements.

“I’ve never…” she starts, looking nervous for the first time since we kissed in the parking lot. “No one has ever…”

Hell. “No one has ever eaten you out?”

When she shakes her head, her confession sends a stupid jolt of accomplishment through my chest, knowing I’ll be the first to taste her.

And the only one.

That sounds about fucking right.

“Don’t worry, baby.” My hands climb up the length of her thighs, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. “I’m going to make you feel good. I promise.”

“I trust you.” Her eyes gleam with confidence, and fuck if that doesn’t make me even harder.

“Come up here,” I instruct, helping her climb up until her bare pussy is right there, just a couple of inches above my hungry mouth.

I blow some air on it, eliciting such an erotic moan from her, it takes everything in me not to dive in like a man possessed.

I want to take my time with her because she deserves no less than that.

The tip of my tongue replaces her outer lips, lapping at them just barely, a caress. She arches her back at the faint touch, so responsive like I knew she would be.

“That’s it,” I growl.

“J-James,” she stammers. Her hands replace my hair, trying to take the reins, but I won’t let her. Tonight is all about her pleasure, and I don’t want her to do a thing but revel in the way my body fills her. “Please.”

I plant a soft kiss on her folds, still not parting them, then another one, breathing in her sweet scent. “Tell me what you need.”

“Y-Your tongue.”

I hum. “This tongue?”

The first taste of her is brutal. Undoing. Everything falls away as my tongue pierces her entrance, immediately replaceing the wetness of her desire ready for me. She moans so loudly it snaps me into action, letting loose the beast in me. The beast I’ve tried so fucking hard to control when I’m around her. But no more.

Grabbing ahold of her hips to keep her in place, I bury my face in her heat and welcome the sweet death that replaces me when I taste her.

I lap at her, licking all the way up like a man starved as she wiggles above me, my stubble rasping her thighs. Every time my tongue pierces her, she lets out a high-pitched scream I already know I’ll never get out of my head.

“God,” she pants, gripping my hair and grinding herself on me. “Fuck.”

That’s it, baby.

I fuck her with my tongue, in and out like I’m planning to do with my cock later, and soon I feel her walls pulsing and contracting around me. She’s close, but I’m a wicked son of a bitch. After a few more licks, I haul her up until she’s sitting on my bed again, panting and sweating.

“On your knees,” I command, gripping my still-covered cock. She notices and tries to pull my boxers down, but I smack her ass in response, earning me a yelp. “Be a good girl for me and lift that ass up.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks, out of breath.

I grab ahold of her face, cradling her cheek in my hand, and whisper, “I’m going to make you scream until you come all over my cock. Does my pretty girl want that?”

“I want it,” she whispers against my mouth. “I need you inside me.”

If I had any doubts before, it’s clear now—Maddie owns me, consumes me, blinds me of all my senses, except for the innate urge to make her feel good, safe, protected, cherished.

I would give her the whole world on a silver platter if she asked for it, and that realization terrifies me.

I don’t know what we’re doing besides giving in to a tension that has been building up since the day we met. The moment I saw her for the first time in the waiting room at the clinic, I knew she was going to make me come undone. Because how could she not?

It scares me. It feels too soon, and she’s too young. And yet I don’t regret any decision that has led us here. Not a single one.

She’s everything I never saw coming, and now I can’t get enough of her. She’s addictive, uplifting, good for me.

And yours for one night. Only one. Don’t forget that.

As she positions herself on all fours, I take my underwear off and toss it somewhere on the floor. I grab a fistful of my cock, pumping it up and down, getting it ready to give her the pleasure she deserves.

Maddie looks over her shoulder, her eyes immediately landing on my shaft. Her lips part at the size of my length and girth, but I don’t let her think too much about it. “It’ll fit.”

She only nods, swallowing. My hand replaces her round ass perched up for me, and I caress the softness of her skin before smacking her. Hard. When she yelps, she gets another one.

“This is what you get—” My grip on my cock roughens, squeezing it as I leave a red mark on her ass with my other hand. “—for being a brat.”

She moans, arching her back, begging for more. “Yes.”

I lower my head between her cheeks, unable to stay away from that pussy for another fucking second. I spread her wide as I lap at her swollen clit once again, drinking her juices and her whimpers.

“James,” she whines, face buried in my pillow as I eat her out from behind. “Your cock. Please. I need it so badly.”

I take one last lick and pull away, if only because I can’t resist it when she begs. “You want me to fill you up?”

She nods so eagerly for it, I can’t believe she’s real. I can’t believe she’s here, mine to pleasure. Just for tonight. I wipe the aching thought away with a few pumps of my cock. “Let me grab a condom.”

“No condom,” she blurts out, making my heart stop. “I’m on the pill and tested negative for everything. Did you?”

Holy shit. “Yes. I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

“Me neither,” she admits, her lower lip pulled between her teeth. She looks so innocent yet so goddamn sexy, it drives me insane. “But I need to feel you bare inside me.”

I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m dead. Gone.

“You need it?” I position myself behind her, grabbing her ass cheek with one hand and lowering my cock to her tight entrance with the other but not breaking that barrier just yet. “Tell me how badly you need this pussy to be filled.”

Because who am I to deny her when she’s being such a wet dream?

“So bad,” she whimpers as I trace my engorged head along her seam, coating my length in her wetness. “I want to be so full of you, I can’t breathe.”

“Fucking hell,” I hiss, unable to take this torture for one more fucking second.

She’s mine.

And I don’t want to be anyone else’s.

I fist my cock and position it at her entrance, parting those sweet lips with the head but not pushing it inside just yet.

Suddenly my brain fills with conflicting thoughts, battling for dominance in a war where the only loser will be me.

She’s your ex-patient.

You don’t deserve her.

She’s too good for you.

“James.” My name sounds pained as it falls from her lips, and she moves her hips in a way that has my cock sliding up her slit, causing both of us to hiss at the contact. “You’re having doubts.”

I shut my eyes and try not to focus on the wetness coating my length right now.

“Some,” I manage to let out, opening my eyes again but not sliding them toward the lower part of our bodies because I know I won’t survive it.

And I don’t know why. I had no problem kissing her or eating her out, but for some reason, fucking her suddenly feels like too big of a step. Like it’s something neither of us will come back from.

Because once I’m inside her, I know I will never get enough.

“We can stop if you want,” she says.

Fuck that.

“I don’t want to stop.”

She arches an eyebrow, looking at me over her shoulder. “But you won’t fuck me?”

I curl one of my hands on her waist. “Trust me, I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly in my goddamn life.”

“Then do it,” she says, her voice nothing short of challenging.

She’s too young.

You can still back down.

My unwelcome thoughts are interrupted by her hand wrapping around the base of my cock. When she positions the head at her entrance, I lose my fucking mind.

“Just the tip,” she whispers. “If it’s just the tip, it doesn’t count.”

I don’t move. I barely breathe at all as she pushes my cock inside her until the head is buried. A small sound escapes the back of her throat at the intrusion, and everything in me screams to claim her until my apartment is filled with her moans.

And when I look down and see the tip buried inside her, I curse under my breath. “Goddamnit.”

She moves her hips so that my cock slips out then grabs it again and pushes the head inside one more time. “Just the tip,” she moans, shattering all my walls. She arches her back, panting. “Shit, it feels so good.”

I wrap my hand around hers, still fisting my cock. “Just the tip, huh?” I take it out, the sound of her wetness filling the room, and push it back in, just a little bit deeper. “Want some more of my cock, baby?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

And because I would do anything for this woman, I push even deeper and watch, mesmerized how her tight grip swallows me from tip to base. It disappears between her bare lips, giving way to a wet warmth I could stay buried in forever.

Her walls clench around me, choking my cock. I can’t look away as I take it out then put it back in, slowly, and repeat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so fucking erotic.

“Harder,” she begs, my sweet little thing.

I grab her hip with one hand, a fistful of her hair with the other, and lower myself to her ear so I can whisper, “Does my girl want me to come inside her?”

A desperate whimper leaves her throat. “Y-Yes. God, yes.”

My restraint shatters. I let go of her hair, taking her hips in my hands, and pound into her as hard as she begged me to. As hard as I’ve been dreaming of for longer than I’ll ever allow myself to admit.

Her whimpers, my groans, my balls slapping against her ass, and the wetness of us fills the dark room, these forbidden sounds I had never, not in my wildest fantasies, dreamt of hearing.

Unable to take the pleasure, she arches her back until she’s sitting on my lap, me on my knees, and fucks herself on my cock. My eager fingers pinch her nipples before moving downward to her pulsing clit.

“James,” she pants, coating my digits in her wetness. “I can’t take it. Oh, God. I can’t.”

“Last chance,” I growl in her ear. “Tell me to pull out now, or I’m gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”

“Yes, yes,” she hisses. “Come inside me, James. Shit.”

Everything around me ceases to exist but the woman in my arms, jumping over the edge with her hand in mine.

We fall at once. Messily. Loudly. Passionately.

I still inside her, shooting my release just like she wanted. Just like I fucking needed.

I paint slow circles on her sensitive clit, helping her come down her own high as I fill every inch of her.

When I gently pull out of her, my eyes lock on her release covering my cock, and I know I shouldn’t have looked. I shouldn’t have looked at my cum leaking out of her brimming entrance, because that’s a sight I will never—I will fucking never—get out of my head.

She falls onto the mattress, exhausted and breathing heavily, and I give her a fleeting kiss on her forehead before disappearing into the attached bathroom in my room. I sort myself out quickly and grab a hot, wet cloth to clean her up.

But just as I’m getting out of the bathroom, I walk into her. She giggles as she collides with my chest, and my arms shoot up around her waist to steady her. “Sorry,” she mumbles.

“I was about to go clean you up.” My voice comes out soft, gentle, and I don’t know why.

This never happens to me. In the years since my last relationship, whenever I slept with a woman, I never did any aftercare. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t an asshole, but the lines were never blurred. The agreement was to fuck—no strings attached—and go home. They took care of themselves after the deed was done, and so did I. Individually.

But now…

Now, I can’t bring myself to not make sure she’s okay. I need to clean her up, make sure she’s comfortable.

“Can I use your shower instead?” she asks, a hint of shyness in her voice as if I hadn’t just fucked her raw.

“Whatever you need.” And then, because I truly don’t know what I’m doing, I add, “Do you want to stay tonight?”

She stills in my arms. For a moment, I curse myself, thinking I crossed a line, but then she asks, “Where will I sleep?” As if she were really considering it.

My hand replaces her nape, brushing her skin there with my thumb. “Next to me.” I will never know why my voice comes out huskier than usual, why something akin to vulnerability opens up in my chest. What if she says no?

She doesn’t answer. Not with words, anyway.

Standing on her tiptoes, Maddie captures my lips with hers as I wonder what will become of me once the sun rises.