Transcending Nirvana (Dark Evoke #3) by V. L. Brock Page A

head into my neck as he gave into his own sensations, with a seductive, carnal groaning of, “Jesus Christ.”
    A soft whimper escaped when my pelvis circled to meet his striking hips. The dip between my hip and my ass cheek was greedily gripped by his hand before skimming down the hind of my thigh to hold the back of my knee while he continued to thrust, working and seeking his way to the peak inside of me.
    Above us, I watched the panther writhe from the mirror, his hips dragging back, the powerful, demanding clench of his ass cheeks as he completed me with gyrating hips.
    “Fuck, Walker…” I keened, breathless. His tongue peeked and slithered once again, up my throat before clamping and dragging his teeth sensuously to my chin.
    With each lunge, his pelvis bone would clash with the swelling nub of nerve endings, his trimmed pubic hair prickling me in a delightful way. Drowning in the most incredible sensations, my body was overloaded.
    Searching his eyes, his eyebrows knitted, his lip quivered as short pants, which matched my own, left his lips and cooled my face.
    “I’m getting close, Walker,” I warned, the strain in my hips radiated into my back as I felt myself rise into euphoria.
    “Come for me, Kady,” he gritted, his drives more insistent, his fingertips burning at the back of my thigh.
    My arms lifted over my head, seeking out the metal staves of the headboard which was colliding with the wall. Wrapping my fingers tightly around the iron, I surrendered, calling out as wave after wave of ecstasy engulfed my shaking body, and I clamped around him, my stomach muscles compressing painfully. My body was still thrashing when he drew himself quickly from my body. Amid laborious breaths I found myself thankful, that even in our moment of passion, Walker was the conscious one when it came to the absence of protection. And it made the action of his hand fisting around his cock, pulling back only a few short times before releasing his warm essence over my flesh, a thousand times more erotic.
     

Chapter Five
    Oblivion was my escape. It beckoned me with its song and promise of moments of numbness as nails scrapped down my hand. The floorboards, lit with an early morning streak of sunlight, waved and distorted while I stared through them as though they were some hallucination. The sounds which shrouded me I couldn’t discern, all I heard was the welcome buzzing of the silence echoing in my head, and the scoring of abraded flesh.
    Repeatedly scouring back and forth over the thin flesh covering the bone of my middle finger of my left hand, those haunting images which startled me awake that Tuesday morning, and had me clutching at my throat for dear life, filtered through the divide I had built in my psyche. I could still feel the weight of Liam on top of me, pinning me down, as in my dream I thrashed around for my life. Hissed words of blame, derision, and of lies which I had been made to believe for far too long, echoed endlessly in my head. You’re delusional. You’re going back where you belong. You are my girlfriend, don’t you dare disrespect me.
    BANG…
    As I relived that dreaded night, my eyes watered and my head jerked as though I was being driven into the same wall, by the same man, once again. It was damaging enough living it––that cycle of brutality and control, which one becomes accustomed to, and the one that has no easy end. But now, I didn’t only relive the moment his oppressive hand fisted into the back of my head, his body coiled around me as I was restrained and force fed those small blue pills, or the honeymoon periods bred by guilt on his behalf. No––now, I was the spectator. I was the entity standing beyond the sidelines watching it for what it truly was––what others around me had already witnessed. I couldn’t hide behind the rose tinted glasses anymore, with the burdensome strain of finding justification to his behavior and actions. I was witnessing it for myself from outside