“Seth,” she gasps, voice trembling. “Please—please let me come.”
I slide my hand from her waist to her throat, my fingers resting over the blood I left on her skin. I hold her there, guiding her, keeping her focused on me. She moans at the contact, her breath stuttering.
Her muscles tighten around me. Her thighs shake harder. Her voice catches in her throat. She reaches the point where sound barely forms.
I feel her pussy clench around me. The way her body fights it. The way she tries to hold on even when she cannot.
“Come on my dick,” I demand. “Right fucking now.”
The command hits her at the same moment everything in me snaps. Her body tightens around me with a brutal squeeze, and the sound she makes breaks straight through my control. Her orgasm hits with violent force, and mine slams into me at the exact same second. The two of us come together so hard it feels like the world narrows to nothing but heat, breath, and the way our bodies lock against each other.
I release inside her with a groan against her neck, my body shuddering under the intensity of feeling everything she feels at once. The dual climax rips the breath from my lungs and leaves her shaking on top of me, both of us losing control in the same instant.
Her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper as if she can drag every last pulse out of me. Her teeth sink into my shoulder, and I let her take as much as she wants. I feel the tremor of her release drag through her muscles, squeezing me in perfect rhythm with every wave crashing through mine.
I stay buried deep inside her because I can't pull away. I want every aftershock. I want the heat of her wrapped around me while she trembles through the final pulses of her orgasm. Her heart slams against her ribs when I touch her chest. Her skin is warm and damp. She looks perfect.
I press my forehead to hers, still inside her, breathing hard. My hand slides under her thigh to feel the last of the shaking, the warmth, the way she clings to me like her body refuses to let the moment end.
Her laugh comes out rough.
“That might've been better than therapy.”
I smirk against her mouth.
“Told you I’m good for your mental health.”
“Don’t let it go to your head,” she murmurs, still breathless.
“Too late.”
I brush her jaw with my thumb, then cup her face. She leans into it.
She reaches for the mask on the ground and traces the edge with her fingertips.
“Keep it,” she whispers. “Might need a rematch.”
I grin at her.
“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
She smiles like she wants that.
“Then carry me.”
I kiss her again, slow at first, but softness never stays between us for long.
Neither of us wants it to.
Chapter 83
Brooke
The dining table is covered in pencil shavings, scratch paper, and half-empty water bottles.
Elise has her chemistry book open. Ryan is hunched over his notebook, chewing the end of his pencil. Ryan’s hand is on Luna’s head under the table, scratching the spot behind her ears that makes her eyes half close. Luna stays draped across his lap. Krueger lies on the floor with his body tucked close to my feet, watchful and calm. His ears flick every time someone shifts. He doesn’t miss anything.
Seth sits between them with a pen in his hand. He looks at the worksheet like it’s a problem he can solve with enough patience and enough blunt force.
