Complicated: A Tainted Love Novella by Ghiselle St. James Read Free Book Online Page A

pleasure that rockets up my spine from her hot, wet core is beyond words. She steadies herself on top of me, her hands on my pecs. When she stares at me, I see something in her eyes that I haven’t seen in years, but it’s gone just as soon as I spot it.
    I brush a tuft of hair from her face and trace my index finger down to her jawline. Rachel’s eyes close and her body gives off a slight tremor, before she bats my hand away and grinds down on my cock. She doesn’t want me to see, but she should already know that I see everything when it comes on to her. She’s missed me.
    Rachel’s sex clenches me as she rotates her hips and I grip her hips digging my fingers in to restrain myself from shooting off inside her too quickly. She feels so warm, so wet; like Heaven. Fuck .
    I won’t last long, I know it. I’ve wanted this too much and for far too long. So, flipping her on her back, I kiss her deeply, a kiss she returns with as much fervor – all while I’m still inside of her. When we pull apart, we’re both breathing hard, staring at each other with a dazed look.
    “This is just round one,” I tell her in a hoarse voice, beginning to move again inside her. Her pussy ripples, gripping with every movement.
    Rachel’s breathing shallows and her eyes begin to flutter, but she holds my gaze when she says, “Who says we’re doing this again?”
    I give her repeated strokes, hard and fast enough to take her breath away. She wraps her arms around my neck and takes it all, screaming out her pleasure. I love hearing her.
    “Sure you don’t wanna do this again?” I ask her when I seize my strokes, watching as tears well in her eyes.
    Rachel bites down on her lip and looks up at me. The watery, loving look she casts my way melts my heart. She is so beautiful, like an artist’s muse. She’s my muse, my reason for breathing. This is so right between us, and no matter how much she fights, her very soul knows this is where we belong – with each other. I gave her space in the past thinking that that was what was best for us, but sometimes, what we think is best for us is what destroys us.
    So I’m done giving her space.
    “Please,” she whispers, writhing underneath me. “I want it, I want you.”
    Her words are my undoing, so I give her what she needs.
    I give her me…in three rounds.

Chapter Six

    Rachel
     
    I stretch my limbs, sore in all the right places. I stare at the hickies all over my torso and breasts, the bruises along my hips where Marshall dug his fingers in, and the wetness between my thighs. I squeeze my legs together at the building need. Last night was…
    “Fuck, you feel good, Rachel,” Marshall moaned.
    “Oh, God, Marshall, fuck me hard!” I screamed, going out of my mind with pleasure.
    “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking loud,” Marshall commented, driving into me deeper and harder, making my core gush all over his hard cock.
    “Then stop fucking me so good!” I half-moaned, half-demanded on a particularly expert thrust.
    “Want me to gag you? I’ll fucking gag that dirty fucking mouth, Rae,” he warned, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, causing me to cry out in ecstasy.
    “I fucking dare you, asshole,” I goaded him, thrusting my hands in his dark hair and pulling hard.
    “I’ll shove my cock deep down your throat to shut you up,” he threatened, making my pussy tighten in delight.
    “And I’d love it,” I challenged, hoping he’d take the bait.
    I smile. It’s all I can do. I had Marshall again and it was explosive, as it always is between us; but more than that, we connected once again. I turn on my side and gaze at his sleeping form, trailing my finger along his bicep. His hair is a mess, there are scratches down his back, and hickies on his collarbone that continue down over his chest to his hips.
    I was with him and it felt like old times, like we had not a care in the world. It was just me and him, bodies melding, hearts binding, souls entwining. For a moment, it was