Among the Chaos: Book 2 of the Soldiers of Chaos MC Series Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: A.A. Askevold
Suddenly she moved pulling her shirt back on.
"Whoa slow down Nikki. What's happening here?"
He grabbed both her arms halting her hasty movements.
"The shirt," h er words came out in barely a whisper.
What the hell was she worried about her shirt for?
"What about it?" he prompted her gently.
"It needs to stay on", she paused, "My back. I don't want you to see it."
Trace's blood began to boil. Her scars. That sick bastard. Trace wanted to rip the guy limb from limb, whoever he was, for making her ashamed to share her body with him. He stared at Nikki as she looked everywhere but at him. Trace didn't care about the scars. All he cared about was giving her the love she needed, that she deserved.
"I don't care about the scars Nikki."
She continued to avoid his eyes. "You always talk about my skin. How perfect it is and now," her sentence broke off.
Didn’t that just make him feel like an asshole. She was right. He had always made a big deal about her beautiful, flawless creamy skin. But the scars didn't change how he felt about her or how he felt about her body.
"Your skin is still perfect,” he ran his fingers down her thigh.
"It's soft and delicate ," he leaned in to her neck, "and delicious."
Trace tasted her skin wi th warm wet nibbling kisses and he felt her soften slightly.
He eased back from her and placing his hand under chin he forced her to look at him.
"I don’t care about the scars Nikki. I want to touch every inch of your skin but if you want to we can leave the shirt on."
She relaxed a little more.
"But I want you to take the bra off. Can you do that for me?"
She nodded and slowly removed it without taking the shirt off. How women managed that he'd ever know.
His gaze caught on the rise and fall of her beautiful breasts. Her dusty pink nipples stood at attention begging him to suck them. He wanted so badly to latch on to one sweep her panties aside and bury himself deep inside her. For her sake he needed to take it slow. He wanted to show her that she didn’t need what that bastard had done to her. This was what she needed. He wanted to prove that they could be together like this again. Trace brought his mouth back to hers gently coaxing her to succumb to him with gentle strokes of his tongue against hers.
He lay her back down onto the mattress and as she began to respond he broke off the kiss and went in search of those rosy buds that begged for his attention earlier. Trace slowly began to stroke her body his fingers working her muscles. He licked her nipple then blew a cold breath across it, watching as it hardened further. Nikki sucked in a quick breath. As he covered it with his mouth he had to remind himself to take it easy, treating it to lazy licks and soft sucks.
Nikki had to work harder to relax. The lingering memory of her scars stirred the monster and it pushed at the edges of the box she'd trapped it in. She pushed back desperate to keep it locked up tight inside her. She managed to force it back down into its little enclosure. A small victory in a world full of losses.
Her mind refocused on his mouth and the alternating slow circle and quick flick of his tongue on her nipple. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her hands found their way into Trace's hair where she stroked his scalp and played with his soft thick locks. They followed his head lower. Her panties finally disappeared and his mouth pressed against her naked sex. His tongue continued a similar pattern of slow circles and quick flicks. Trace stoking a slow burning fire that warmed her from the inside. Her body tingled all over and her chest swelled with emotion. Nikki hadn’t felt this in a long time. The way Trace could work her emotions along with her body had always perplexed her.
Trace listened to every sigh and whimper that came from Nikki's mouth. He felt each and every one of them in his cock. He lapped at her slowly
"Whoa slow down Nikki. What's happening here?"
He grabbed both her arms halting her hasty movements.
"The shirt," h er words came out in barely a whisper.
What the hell was she worried about her shirt for?
"What about it?" he prompted her gently.
"It needs to stay on", she paused, "My back. I don't want you to see it."
Trace's blood began to boil. Her scars. That sick bastard. Trace wanted to rip the guy limb from limb, whoever he was, for making her ashamed to share her body with him. He stared at Nikki as she looked everywhere but at him. Trace didn't care about the scars. All he cared about was giving her the love she needed, that she deserved.
"I don't care about the scars Nikki."
She continued to avoid his eyes. "You always talk about my skin. How perfect it is and now," her sentence broke off.
Didn’t that just make him feel like an asshole. She was right. He had always made a big deal about her beautiful, flawless creamy skin. But the scars didn't change how he felt about her or how he felt about her body.
"Your skin is still perfect,” he ran his fingers down her thigh.
"It's soft and delicate ," he leaned in to her neck, "and delicious."
Trace tasted her skin wi th warm wet nibbling kisses and he felt her soften slightly.
He eased back from her and placing his hand under chin he forced her to look at him.
"I don’t care about the scars Nikki. I want to touch every inch of your skin but if you want to we can leave the shirt on."
She relaxed a little more.
"But I want you to take the bra off. Can you do that for me?"
She nodded and slowly removed it without taking the shirt off. How women managed that he'd ever know.
His gaze caught on the rise and fall of her beautiful breasts. Her dusty pink nipples stood at attention begging him to suck them. He wanted so badly to latch on to one sweep her panties aside and bury himself deep inside her. For her sake he needed to take it slow. He wanted to show her that she didn’t need what that bastard had done to her. This was what she needed. He wanted to prove that they could be together like this again. Trace brought his mouth back to hers gently coaxing her to succumb to him with gentle strokes of his tongue against hers.
He lay her back down onto the mattress and as she began to respond he broke off the kiss and went in search of those rosy buds that begged for his attention earlier. Trace slowly began to stroke her body his fingers working her muscles. He licked her nipple then blew a cold breath across it, watching as it hardened further. Nikki sucked in a quick breath. As he covered it with his mouth he had to remind himself to take it easy, treating it to lazy licks and soft sucks.
Nikki had to work harder to relax. The lingering memory of her scars stirred the monster and it pushed at the edges of the box she'd trapped it in. She pushed back desperate to keep it locked up tight inside her. She managed to force it back down into its little enclosure. A small victory in a world full of losses.
Her mind refocused on his mouth and the alternating slow circle and quick flick of his tongue on her nipple. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her hands found their way into Trace's hair where she stroked his scalp and played with his soft thick locks. They followed his head lower. Her panties finally disappeared and his mouth pressed against her naked sex. His tongue continued a similar pattern of slow circles and quick flicks. Trace stoking a slow burning fire that warmed her from the inside. Her body tingled all over and her chest swelled with emotion. Nikki hadn’t felt this in a long time. The way Trace could work her emotions along with her body had always perplexed her.
Trace listened to every sigh and whimper that came from Nikki's mouth. He felt each and every one of them in his cock. He lapped at her slowly
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