Page 41 of Dark Soul

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, his expression oddly tender. Only the bulge against her thigh spoke of his obvious need.

“Maybe I can help you too,” she said, wrapping her hand around his hard-on. And he was deliciously warm.

“You don’t have to do that,” he gasped, closing his eyes in obvious pleasure.

“I want to,” she said, shifting her body to get better access to him.

“Harder,” he begged, wrapping his larger hand against hers to show her how he liked it. She tightened her hold, watching the muscles in his jaw and neck bulge as she began gliding her hand across his shaft, the pre-cum helping her.

His hips pumped in rhythm to her hand, and there was something oddly intimate about doing this to him, and about being able to focus on his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

“I’m going to—“

He didn’t get to finish the sentence before he came, silently spurting all over her palm.

“I’m sorry. Let me get you—“

She wiped her hand quickly against the side of the bed. “Don’t move,” she said, peppering his face with kisses.

“Thank you,” he whispered. His face was in shadow, and she realized in the time they’d been lying here it’d been getting darker.

How long have we been up here?

“I should go back,” she said.

“Stay a bit longer,” he asked, tightening his arms around her body. And she felt so … safe … in his arms, so not alone, for the first time in forever.

Maybe just for a bit.

* * *

Dark

Dark felt the instant Alexia fell asleep in his arms.

But he couldn’t sleep. Not after sharing that with her—not after that glorious gift she’d given him.

Dark hadn’t thought of sex much while in prison. Masturbating wasn’t forbidden, so long as it was done quietly and after lights out, but the thought of constantly being watched was a strong deterrent for Dark. So, other than the few times he’d jerked awake, coming hard into the sheets after dreaming of some sexual encounter in his past, he’d tried not to think about sex.

He looked down and pressed his mouth softly to Alexia’s hair, careful not to wake her up. He’d forgotten how good a woman could smell.

How good she smells.

Alexia.

He’d come hard in her hand, but he was hard again already.

Fuck, he was in trouble.

He should be thankful he hadn’t had a condom. Otherwise, nothing could have kept him from sinking into her warmth.

And you’re enough of a dick as it is.

You should have told her …

Told her what?

It’s not like he could have told her the truth, not without endangering the mission and his teammates.