Tainted Heartbreak (Tainted Knights 3)

Out of breath, she lifted her head. Her kiss-swollen lips parted, silently asking for another kiss. But I knew if I kissed her again, we wouldn’t make it back to the hotel where I had checked in before going to the festival earlier. I set her back on her feet and tucked her head under my chin. Clenching my eyes shut, I tried to get my body to calm the fuck down.

When I trusted myself again, I pulled out my phone and got us an Uber. Amara’s arms linked behind my back, and she pressed her ear to my chest. I touched my lips to the top of her head as we waited for our ride.

Twenty minutes later, we got out of the back of the car in front of my hotel. By the time we got to the elevators, she was kissing me again, and I was powerless to keep my lips and hands to myself any longer. This late, not many people were around, so the elevator was empty as I backed her up against the far wall and locked her in place with my hips.

“Cash,” she moaned, arching her neck to give me better access. “We’re not moving.”

Cursing, I released one hand on her ass to punch the right button for our floor. The elevator jerked into motion, and I latched my lips on to her neck again. Her whimper made my cock flex against her center, and even through her jeans and my own, I could feel the heat emitting from her pussy. I cupped her there, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit just as the elevator doors opened.

Knowing a bed was only seconds away, I caught her by the hips, and her legs wrapped around me automatically. She buried her face in my neck, nipping just under my ear and making me snarl in frustration when it took me a few tries to get the door unlocked because my damn hands were shaking so fucking hard.

The distinct sound of the door unlocking was music to my ears. “Thank fuck,” I groaned as I opened the door and kicked it shut before carrying a giggling Amara to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. There was no finesse in the way I dumped her on the bed and followed her down. My usual charm and skill were absent in the face of the hunger that was eating a hole in my gut for this girl.

If she noticed or even cared that I was incapable of taking my time, she didn’t call me out on it. Amara seemed just as lost in the moment as I was. She tugged my shirt up, but when I didn’t try to help her, she gave up and started working on my belt. Her fingers expertly maneuvered the snaps and zipper, and for a split second, I wondered how many other guys she had practiced that move on.

Irrational jealousy made my moves jerky and rough, but she only moaned as I unfastened her shorts and pulled them down her legs along with her panties. Thoughts of any other guy she might have been with in the past evaporated from my mind as I got my first look at her pussy.

“Is every part of you perfect?” I muttered aloud, tracing my thumb over her glistening lips, spreading her open so I could get a peek at her clit.

She jerked at the skim of my fingertips over her opening. She pushed her hips up toward me, seeking a firmer touch. “No one is perfect,” she panted out. “Especially not me.”

“Whoever told you that bullshit needs their eyes checked.” Everything I had seen of this chick was perfect. From her fawn eyes and burnt-sienna hair sun-kissed with streaks of auburn and golden blond. Her nose was slightly upturned, and those damn lips with the rounded cupid’s bow and slightly plumper center on the bottom were going to haunt me the rest of my life.

She sat up, pulling her shirt over her head as she went. Reaching behind herself, she unsnapped her bra and sent it flying across the room. Now that she was completely naked, I knew I hadn’t been wrong. “Fuck,” I groaned, filling my hands with her breasts. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Dreamer.”

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sp; Amara pushed me onto my back. Grasping her hips, I pulled her on top of me. “I bet you’ve seen plenty of chicks more beautiful than me.”

“No.”

“Liar.” But she smirked. “Riley was in the same room with you not half an hour ago.”

“She’s not my idea of perfection.”

The smirk disappeared. “But I am?” she whispered.

I rolled us until I was on top and lying between her spread legs. My cock flexed against her inner thigh, reminding me that it was in agony, but Amara seemed so unsure of herself right then, all I could think about was convincing her of just how beautiful she really was. “It wasn’t your fault that you walked into me today,” I confessed, and her brows lifted. “I saw you standing there, this dreamy look on your face as you looked into that tent. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t force my legs to move. One look at you and I couldn’t think about anything but finding out your name.”

She bit back a laugh. “You know you don’t have to say things like that, right? I’m a sure thing, Graves.”

I cupped her pussy, teasing her clit with my thumb. “You can’t see what I see, so I’m not going to argue with you. But I need you to know something.” She gasped as I sank my middle finger deep into her wet heat. She lowered her lashes, but she couldn’t hide how much she liked what I was doing. I touched my lips to her temple, then her ear. “I can see beyond the top layer, beautiful girl. I see all of you, and I really like what I see.”

Amara’s breath hitched, and she turned her head to catch my mouth in a kiss that turned off my brain altogether. My clothes disappeared, and then I was sinking into her perfection as soon as the condom was on. Her nails bit into my ass, begging me to give her everything I had. I felt her pussy clench around my shaft, sucking me deeper into her sweetness.

She held all the power here. Over what we were doing. Over me. I felt helpless and out of control, but at the same time, I’d never felt more alive. I would have paid with my soul then and there for this never to end. My senses were heightened, my mind a blank to everything but her. My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest as she looked up at me through thick lashes and moaned my name.

“You feel so good inside me,” she cried, her body practically humming with her approaching orgasm. “Oh God, oh God! I’m so close.”

As she began to come apart, I had to stop or I risked following her, and I was having too much fucking fun to go off any time soon. Feeling her spasming around my cock was nearly my undoing. Pulling free from her tight heat, I fell onto my back, pulling her on top of me once again as I pushed up inside her again.

Her arms trembled as she put her hands on my stomach to steady herself, her thighs still quivering from the intensity of how hard she’d just come. “Now that was perfect,” she said with a grin.

“Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet. I’m just getting started with you.”

Chapter 5

Amara