My Dark Hero: Part Twelve [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Chapter Twelve**

**Amy**

Without much care for my injury, I pushed Kincaid onto his back. Then I slowly mounted him, massaging his cock with my pussy as I got more comfortable. My moist lips rubbing the length of his muscle made it jolt successively every two or three seconds, and I could feel the distinct thumping against my clit.

Only minutes after he went outside to get firewood, a weird feeling rose inside me. It was angry and frustrated. It was so intense it made my stomach turn. And the only way I could think about making it better was to follow Kincaid outside…and fuck him. When he stepped back into the cabin the feeling overwhelmed every logical sense I had.

This is what I thought about as I gripped his enraged muscle and pulled down on the sensitive skin, paying attention to every curve and vein. His shaft was hot against my palm and my fingers barely managed to close around it. That feeling could only be subsided by Kincaid, which he was about to do.

I lifted my lower body and guided the head of his cock towards my soft pink opening, where I sunk down and stirred a groan from the big warrior underneath me. His hands were all over me, totally aware of where I wanted them and how much. He was reading my mind while I plunged down on his hard shaft, inching him into the deepest part of me.

When I finally managed to swallow him completely, I realized who the man in front of me was. With his dick filling every space I had to give and his fingers on my chest, listening to my heartbeat and falling in sync with my breathing, it was clearer than the shiny Mustang that ultimately took me there.

He was my soul mate.

Kincaid wasn’t just another part of me, because he was the complete picture my life should’ve been about all along.

My emotions caught up with my physical yearning, which led to the most intoxicating nirvana and heavy grinding. Kincaid didn’t take his eyes off me as I rode his cock from every angle my hips would let me. In turn I felt his body shudder every so often, while I played around with the tempo.

The pace increased. The emotional high was reaching a peak, and I was spurring it on with my clit against Kincaid’s strong pelvis. I wasn’t getting off until my body suffered unimaginable spasms of pleasure and ecstasy.

But only after Kincaid left more traces of himself behind.

We had the whole night to fuck and make love, to talk and raid the fridge, to laugh and to quietly cuddle. We exchanged bits and pieces of our history, but I didn’t see the point in remembering anymore.

Nothing was chasing me. Not even the shit waiting back in the supposedly real world. All I needed was right there, holding me close to his powerful chest.

I officially belonged to Nick Kincaid, and I knew he was mine.

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