Ascending Darkness (Shattering the Darkness) (7 page)

“You look so beautiful, tonight, Harper,” he whispers against my mouth, making my heart skip a beat.

His lips gently press against mine, lingering and I let out a long breath of satisfaction through my nose. Breccan’s tongue slips out and traces my lips, making them part as I breathe him in. His tongue slips inside gently and begins to coax mine to move with it. He keeps the kiss at a languid pace; in no hurry to rush things, though my body has different ideas and I can feel that his body agrees with mine, betraying his actions.

I let out a little moan and press into him. He deepens the kiss and my body lights up even more. I reach up and pull the band from his hair letting it fall freely around his face. I run my fingers through it and then trail down to his jacket. I unbutton
it and slide it over his shoulders. He releases me to shrug it off and toss it somewhere in the room.

My hands go to his tie as he continues to kiss me; his mouth moves alo
ng the corner of my lips, down, tracing my jaw and along the nape of my neck, making me shiver. I get the tie unknotted and slide it off, dropping it at our feet. My hands go right back to him and rip his shirt out of his pants. My right hand slides down to stroke his hard length through his slacks. He growls in response and things take a very heated turn.

His lips smash back to mine and his hands run all over my body, searching for the zip of the dress; I hurry to
finish unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling in my frenzy. I get the last button undone and start to run my hands up and down his toned chest and abs just as he finds the zipper of my dress and plunges it down.

I break from the kiss to place my mouth on his chest. I run my tongue up the middle and over to his nipple and snag it gently with my teeth
, teasing and toying with it. I feel the rumble of his moan against my mouth, making me smile.

Breccan slides the dress off my shoulder and it falls to a pool at my feet. My hands drop to his pants and I get the belt, button and zipper undone. My hand darts in and I get just barely a stroke in before Breccan pulls my hand back. I make
a mewl of protest.

Breccan chuckles softly and whispers in my ear, “Dove, if I let you do that, then this won’t go where I want it to. Patience. Let me take care of you first.”

With that he grabs my hips and lifts me up. My arms shoot to his neck and my legs wind around his hips as I kick off my shoes behind him. I rub my hot core against his bulge for some friction. My head drops back and I moan at the sensation.

“
Harper, you’re killing me here, baby,” he groans.

Breccan crawls onto the bed with me clinging to him and he deposits me in the center of the massive area. He moves away and stands at the side of the bed to remove his shirt, pants, shoes and socks. My eyes hone in on his enormous erection and the ache spreads from my clit to the entirety of my lower body. Breccan’s hand drops and he begins to stroke himself slowly,
teasing me, all the while keeping his eyes on me.

My body ignites
and I let out a whimper; I just can’t wait any longer. My eyes dart to his for a moment and I notice a sexy half grin on his face.

Oh, he means to torture me
, does he?

My eyes drop back down, then I slowly lift my right hand
as I sensually slide it into my panties. I hear Breccan’s quiet gasp and I have to work to hold back the smile. I reach my clit and begin to apply pressure. My hips jerk with the contact and I let out another whimper. 

Breccan continues to stroke himself and I do the same
, all the while watching his hand work his cock. I circle my clit up and down, back and forth, and around and around, matching his pace stroke for stroke; applying gently pressure. I feel it building and I’m right on the edge. My eyes dart up again to look at Breccan; his are filled with a hunger so intense that with just… one… more… flick…

My eyes roll back and I come undone. I vaguely hear Breccan
murmur, “Son of a bitch,” before I feel him hovering over me.

“Look at me, dove
,” his voice is raspy and commanding. I drop my head and my half-mast eyes make contact with his alert and hungry ones. “Are you ready, baby?” he asks me as he guides the tip of his cock to my opening and slides it up and down, preparing me and stroking himself.

When the hell did he take my underwear off
?
I think mindlessly.

“Yes,” I rasp out.

He oh-so-slowly moves inside me inch… by… glorious… inch.

I
can feel myself beginning to build again already, as he fills me; edging deeper with each thrust.

“Brecc…” I whimper.

“Fuck, dove. Are you gonna come again?”

I nod and manage to get out
on a purr, “Y-yes,” before falling over the edge. Breccan slams the rest of the way into me during my orgasm, making it drag out. Or maybe it was just two rolling into one.

“
Fuck,
” he groans as he thrusts in and out of me faster and harder with each plunge.

I can feel
the rush overtaking me again shortly after the last one finished and I think I may honestly die if I come again.

“Brecc… I… Oh, God!” I scream out as my body shatters again.

When I come back to Earth I see Breccan staring at me with wonder and love in his eyes. He slowly lowers his head and connects his mouth with mine.

“That was a very nice start, dove. Now shall we really get going on this night?”

“Wh-what?” I ask. He really expects me to keep going?

He place
s his hands on either side of my head and looks deep into my eyes. “Harper, it has been a very long time since I was inside you. I am going to take my time and make sure you are incoherent before I even
think
about finishing.” He gives me a devilish smile and slowly pulls out of me.

His mouth moves to my neck trailing down to my chest, he pauses to flick and suck on my nipples until I
am about to come again.

“Brecc… please,” I whimper.

“Not yet, dove.” He moves down to my stomach kissing and sucking on my skin, pausing to spend extra time over the jagged scar on my lower abdomen. He always did do that. Like he could make it go away with just enough love.

How I wish
that he could.

He moves further down until he gets to my
opening. He moves my legs over his shoulders, reaches up and grabs my hands and places them on his head as he gives me a beautifully crooked smile like he knows I’m going to want something to grab on to and he wants maximum contact between us. He reaches up again with one hand and begins to flick my nipple with it. My hands clench in his hair as my breath speeds up.

Breccan looks at me and our eyes lock as he leans down and takes a long lick the length of me, stopping to suck
and tease on my clit. His eyes light with desire as my eyelashes flutter and I let out a long moan.

He then moves two fingers into me while he relentless
ly licks my clit and flicks my nipple. Pressure builds in my core and courses up my spine until it wrenches a cry from my throat, but Breccan doesn’t stop; he is relentless with his assault on my inner core.

He makes me come
twice more, before climbing up my body and sliding his massive, throbbing cock back into my still quivering center.

“Brecc… I… can’t
,” I moan on a whisper, trying to catch my breath.

“You can, baby.” He slides out and back in circling his hips. “You
know you love it when I wear you out like this,” he says against the skin of my neck, as his tongue trails along the sensitive area. He pulls out… and circles his hips back in. “I could spend all day in you.” He slowly pulls out and grinds his hips back in. “And you would let me,” he nips at my ear. “Wouldn’t you, dove?”

“Yes
,” I whimper as I build fast.

Breccan leans over me and latches his mouth onto my nipple. He lifts my hips as he moves up to his knees and his hands slid up my back. He
raises onto his knees, pulling me up with him.

“Ride me, baby,” he orders, his voice ragged with labored breathing.

I look into his eyes, wrap my arms around his neck and clutch his hair while I move myself up and down on his thick cock as fast as my weakened body will allow me. He wraps one hand in my hair to hold my mouth on his while his other hand moves down to put pressure on my clit.

“Oh,
fu… Brec...” I scream out- as he predicted, quite incoherently- as I come undone for the seventh time.

Breccan mashes his mouth to mine and we kiss with everything we have. He slams me onto my back and pounds into me fast and hard until I can’t breathe.

“Oh, fuck, Harper,” Breccan grunts as he slams into me one more time and then stills above me for a moment before dropping his body onto mine; his face burrows into my neck.

I wrap my legs around his back and lock my ankles together at the same time I lock my arms around his neck. His arms curl under
and around me, holding me tight to him. We remain immobile while we try to regain our breath.

Our breathing eventually evens out and Breccan traces the skin of my neck with his mouth making
it break out in goosebumps. I shiver and Breccan slides out of me. He lays on his side and pulls the covers out from under us, then pulls them over me. I roll into him and burrow into his side.

“I’ve missed you so much, dove. Don’t try to leave me again. I won’t go.” He tightens his arms around me and I snuggle deeper.

I start to drift off and I feel Breccan’s arms relax around me, so I know he’s asleep.

I know it doesn’t count- but I hope it will give me the strength to tell him to his face someday- as I whisper into his sleeping body, “I was in a foster home when I was ten. And my foster dad raped me… for five years
…”

I fall asleep and don’t notice his body tighten.

*****

Breccan’s heart stops at hearing his dove say those words. He tightens his arms around her as his breath hitches. No wonder she is so scared.

He burrows his face in her hair telling himself that she is fine now…

She’s with him
…

B
ack in his arms forever…

His dove
…

His one true mate for life…

He falls asleep listening to her quiet breathing and inhaling her vanilla and coconut scent. 

I feel dizzy and disoriented. It’s dark all around me. I can’t smell or hear anything. I try to make my way through the space and find a door. I have to get out of here. I have to get back to Breccan.

He loves me.

He told me he loves me… and I need him.

He’s the reason I have to keep living...

He has changed everything for me. Where there once was only darkness, the sun shines bright for me now. I can’t lose that. I need the sun. I don’t want to be shrouded in my past anymore. I want something… more.

I want him…

Blindly, I finally feel a door handle and turn it. I slowly open the door into another dark room. I try to look harder to see anything; my eyes squinting hard to try to adjust my to the darkness.

Suddenly the room is bathed in a blinding, white light. There
, in the center of the room, sitting in a chair, is my Adonis. I move towards him, but stop suddenly, as the rest of the room begins to penetrate my sluggish brain.

He’s not sitting in that chair.

He’s tied to it.

His head is slumped forward, as if he doesn’t have the energy to hold it up anymore.

“Breccan…” I say breathlessly and scared.

His head slowly comes up and as it does, I take a sharp intake of breath as tears form in my eyes. Fear abruptly strangles
me. My beautiful Adonis’s face is bloody, bruised and swollen. His left eye is nearly shut. Blood trickles down his nose over his lips and down his chin onto his once, pristine white shirt. His lips move but I can’t make out what he’s saying.

“What?” I ask him, but I notice no sound comes out.

I hear a maniacal laugh that makes my blood run cold. I look behind Breccan and see a dark figure standing there...

Stevie.

My heart jumps into my throat cutting off my oxygen momentarily. I choke on the words that I try to speak.

I vaguely notice he too has a bloodied nose.

“Wh- what are you doing here? What do you want?” I ask with an obvious tremor in my voice that I try to stifle.

“Oh, sweet Harper,” he says as he walks around Breccan, softly brushing
his fingers across my Adonis’s gorgeous hair. “Did you really think I would ever give up finding you?” He takes a step towards Breccan and that is when I notice the gun in his hand. I try to think of a way to get Breccan out of here, but my mind is completely blank. My chest is squeezed so tight it’s hard to think past the pain. Stevie chuckles and I focus on him again.