The Unfortunates (Unfortunate #1) (28 page)

I watch him, expecting him to drop the shutters and close me out. He doesn’t.

“You make me a million things.”

“And you mean it?” My voice is low, a heady breath of anticipation. “You’
re not playing a game with me?”

Is it possible that he regards me as fondly as I regard him? Is it possible that he wants this as much as I do?

“Telling you whether or not I mean it is easy. I’d rather show you.” He lowers his mouth to my neck and I angle my head, giving him access to my skin. With a smile I barely feel at the base of my throat, he tortuously drags his lips up my skin to the lobe of my ear and I shiver. “Will you let me?”

It’s a no brainer. I want him. I want him
in ways I’m supposed to have him and in ways I shouldn’t. I nod my head before my brain even registers his promising words. He crushes a heavy kiss to my lips, sucking the air from my lungs.

“Bed
,” he orders, the gentle tone but a veil over his stern command.

Kade pulls back from me and I take a second to gather my thoughts.
Shit. Is this really going to happen? Now? Am I ready? How do I ‘become’ ready?
I blink a few times, ignoring the way the fire in my body danced with the nausea. Noticing my uneasiness, Kade extends his hand to me in one slow, comforting movement and I take it. He pulls me up from the floor and escorts me over to his bed. I swallow hard, hoping it’ll take down some of my sudden anxiety with it.

“Nervou
s?” he asks in a teasing manner, smirking slightly.

I am, but I’
m not going to admit it to him. Not after the show I put on this afternoon. I don’t want to go backwards… I want him to be proud of me for being confident. “Should I be?”

“It wouldn’t be the strangest thing.”

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he frees his belt from his pants and tosses it to the side. Unintentionally, I take a minute step back, until the back of my knees touch the edge of the bed. He looks pointedly at my dress. “Take it off.”

I push the straps off my shoulders and the dress pools in a mess of blue-white fabric at my feet. With a satisfied smile, he steps forward, but I quickly raise my palms.

“Wait.” I inhale then exhale. I want this, I do, but I’m absolutely petrified. “Will it hurt?”

He pushes my hands down and
wraps an arm around my waist. He pulls me in, until his naked torso is flush against mine and it feels good—natural even. Under my breasts, I feel his muscles tighten.

“Maybe a little, but I’ll make it feel good
, so the pain doesn’t matter.”

Kade urges
me back, lowering me onto the mattress. He parts my legs with his knee and slips into the space he created. His lips twitch when his eyes zero in on my rapidly moving chest. I’m not going to lie, I’m nervous as hell. My palms sweat and I have no fabric to wipe it on. I bunch the blanket up in my fists and squeeze as Kade surveys my face. I see his features dampen, becoming more sympathetic than aroused. I
want
him. I want to run my hands over his hard body, to feel his muscles. He has muscles in places I’ve only seen bone and skin so clean and smooth. It’s like he’s from another world. A world filled with beauty and unity, nothing like the one I live in.

“I want to touch you,” I blurt out
, not wanting him to change his mind.

The thought of fisting the blankets t
hrough this whole thing unnerves me. I’m not a scared girl. I am a woman, a woman who is choosing to have sex with someone she wants to have sex with and believe it or not, that’s rare in this world and I should feel empowered.

Light ignites
in his irises and he lowers his mouth to mine, until his bottom lip brushes teasingly over my own.

“So touch me,”
he whispers against my mouth.

Finger by finger, I release the blanket. With free hands, I press them to his sides and his hard muscles contract and twitch under my touch.
Holy hell
, it has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. His skin was soft and perfect… my fingertips feel rough against his silkiness and I pause. He is a Fortunate and I am an Unfortunate, yet I’m running my fingers over him like I have the right to. My teachers would slap me in the face if they knew of the disrespectful things I’ve done to him. However, even as the thoughts filter through my mind, I keep touching him… because I want to touch him. Touching him fills me with power, with control, and I crave it. I crave making my own decisions. This isn’t allowed and yet I’m doing it of my own accord.

I admire Kade’
s arms as they tighten while he holds his body off of me. I follow the veins up his arms before finally dragging my stare over his collar bone and down his chest.
Perfection. All of him.

I trail my fingers down his ch
est and over his stomach. I don’t stop until my fingers slip under the button on his pants. He tsks at me and the sound has me snapping my hands back to my chest. To my relief, no slaps or nipple pinches ensue.

“
I have some things to show you before we get there.”

He kisses my mouth before I have the chance to ask him what he wants to show me. Then, he kisses my chin, my jaw and my neck, trailing heavy kisses down to my chest. His lips brush over the swells of my breasts before his wet mouth engulfs my sensitive nipple. My breath hitches, my hand instantly flying to his hair. He teases it, flicks it with his tongue
over and over. Occasionally, he’ll graze me with his teeth and I shudder, earning a smile from him.

“
This is my favourite part about sex,” he tells me, trailing warm kisses onto my ribs. “Making us both crazy first, without fucking.”

I quiver as his lips move over my navel and onto my left hip.

“I’ve wanted to part you with my tongue since the moment you stepped into my room on Selection day,” he confesses, his finger brushing over my slit.

“Wait!” I shoot up on my elbows. “You’
re going to put your mouth on it?”

It’s not allowed, it’
s taboo! To be caught in such a position would get me killed—Kade too, considering his past with Unfortunates. After a few seconds, he drags his gaze from between my legs to my face. My heart stills and melts into a giant puddle, adding to the endless amount of hot fluid coursing through my body.

“Baby,”
he says in a voice so erotic and husky it makes me suck in an inhale. “I’m going to do more than put my mouth on your pussy.”

I blush at the word. I’ve only ever used vagina because, well, that’s what it’s called.
“And what if we’re caught?”

“
Then we’ll both die happy.” Keeping his stare locked on mine, he parts his lips and I watch as his tongue slowly slips out and presses between my creases. The warmth, the wetness, hits me like a bolt of electricity and my breath hitches. His tongue, languid against my centre, swirls gently, testing me and tasting me as if I’m as good as the berries he eats. He groans deep in his chest, setting fire to my blood. My blood burns, hotter and hotter, getting thicker and thicker until it melts my organs and becomes red hot lava. My leg muscles twitch as the lava eats away at my humility and my worry until his body is the only thing in this world I want. In this moment, as his mouth moves faster and he begins to suck and nip at my super-sensitive flesh, not even my freedom matters. To me, in a way, this is freedom… I’m liberated, and liberation has never felt so good.

Of their own accord, my hips move, rocking with the motion of his tongue. I’d never
imagined something so erotic would ever happen to me. In my dreams, the naughty ones, I’ve always been in control. I’ve made them suffer—beg even. I suppose it’s a little fetish of mine, to control a Fortunate. Right now, though, I’m happy being at the mercy of his mouth. One of Kade’s hands slip under my ass and angle my hips while the other is poised strategically between my thighs. I feel his index finger brush the very inner flesh of my thigh before it caresses my tender opening. I squirm, panting as though I’ve run a mile. My skin is pebbled with goosebumps and my muscles twitch with every flick of his tongue.

“Oh,” I whimper as the very tip of his finger pushes past my lips and into my core. The friction is perfect, the rigidity of his finger is just enough to start a chain reaction of tingles in the pit of my belly.
They flare rapidly, tearing through my body and setting me alight. I feel his hot breath on my thighs as he chuckles darkly and inserts the tip of his second finger. My fingers dig into the blankets beside me as sensations take my body by storm. Unable to stop it, my back arches and my thighs press together as my entire body tenses.

“
Yeah, that’s it,” he rasps as I sink my teeth into my lip, opting for deep gasps of air over screaming. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Stars dance behind my eyelids while flames lick me all over… until the pleasurable feelings fade and my muscles twitch as a result of being ticklish, not aroused.

I unclench the sheets and run my hands over my face. I feel Kade move away from between my legs and lie beside me. I shield my face from him, out of embarrassment. It’s a strange situation… for me, anyway. I angle my head and peer through my fingers. Kade smiles at me and soon I feel his fingers dance across my belly, earning a few last minute spasms.

“That looked intense
,” he says, his voice filled with teasing charm.

Despite myself, I laugh, blushing brightly
, I’m sure. “It was…” I clear my throat. “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me
,” he states.

My breath hitches as his eyes darken, filling with naughty intent
as he leans closer. My heart begins to waken from its orgasm-induced sleep, beating faster and faster until I’m right back where I started—excited, worried, and ready. He stops as his lips graze mine and our noses touch. Our eyes remain locked, his black to my violet, and slowly, I feel his tongue slide against my bottom lip.

“Ohh
…” The moan falls from my lips before I’m able to stop and it propels me. I swallow the tiny distance between us, closing my mouth over his. On his lips, I can taste my previous excitement… so sweet and distinct. His strong arm wraps around my hip and he tugs on my body, pulling me right on top of him. He grinds his hips into me, making me shudder. I realise immediately how aroused I am… that’s all I need to throw caution to the wind and scream ‘fuck everything.’ I grip his face, urging my tongue between his lips. Underneath my bare chest, his skin burns hot and I roll my hips with his.

“
You’re not going to catch me like that again,” he groans, pulling his mouth from mine. I squeak as he flicks his hips and rolls me off him. Then, he rears back, kneeling above me. “I’ve thought about this for a long time, believe it or not,” he confesses as his fingers play with the button to his pants. It pops and my heart hammers violently into my ribcage.

“Me too
,” I utter, earning a small smile.

In a painfully slow movement, he lowers the zipper and pushes his pants down his
thighs. I try not to stare… and fail miserably. I’ve always thought Kade had a beautiful penis, but my memory never did it justice. It was thick and long and clean… quite possibly the most enticing piece of flesh I’ve ever seen, forget abs. In the next heartbeat, he lowers himself over me, settling between my legs, and I swallow hard at the feel of his very tip pressing against my centre.

“You’re so wet,”
he breathes on the shell of my ear. “I can feel it already.” He presses a little harder, until his tip passes my lips. His breath catches and the sound sends shockwaves through my body. I nervously flick my tongue over my bottom lip as he reaches between us and nudges my legs wider. His eyes remain on my face as he rubs himself all over me, testing my wetness.

“You ready?”

I nod and a burning sensation radiates at my entrance as he stretches me to my limits.

“Just relax, and you’ll be al
l right.”

He pushes further.
Shit!
I wince and clench his arms.
Is it supposed to hurt so damn much?
I imagine this is what birthing a baby feels like only it’s trying to climb back
in
to my vagina. Noticing my pain, Kade stops and brushes a stray lock of hair out of my face. His expression is strained, his brows are furrowed and his teeth gritted.

“Are you al
l right?” I ask through a heavy breath.

“I just pushed myself into your body and you’re asking me if I’m al
l right? I’m fine, but I really, really want to move.” He shivers and rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “You feel fucking amazing, better than I ever imagined.”

I flush, regardless of how hard I try not to. “Are you… are you all of the way in?”

He shakes his head. “Not even close.”

“Go quick,” I plead. “It’ll be like ripping off a
Band-Aid.”

Kade plants a soft kiss on my lips. “I don’t think this is the same thing, Nine. The slower, the better… the less I hurt you the more rewarding this will be—for the both of us.”

“If you go slow, will it feel good? Like all of the other things you do to me?”