I half pout, half glare at him. “You’re b-being mean.”
He smirks, and without slowing his thrusts, says, “Not yet, I’m not.”
I probably should’ve kept my mouth shut, because then he getsreallymean.
I lose track of the minutes. I lose count of how many times he brings me right to the brink only to rip it away. I lose at least half my fucking sanity.
I’m a writhing, pathetic, noisy mess by the time Reese lets goof my leg, letting it fall limp around his waist as he lays his body over me. One hand braces against the mattress while the other explores, palming my too-sensitive cock before rubbing harshly up my stomach to my chest, his shadows parting around him like mist.
Even while he hovers over me, still fucking my ass, his shadows do it again. The second they interrupt my release for the umpteenth time, I grab onto his arm tightly as though I’m holding on for dear life. At the same time, Reese grabs my throat. Devastation crashes through me as my eyes fly open to the sight of his silver ones right above me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls an inch from my lips, blanketing them in his hot breath. “You’re so beautiful when you’re wrecked.”
I blink up at him, and tears spill from both my eyes.
“You’re so fuckingmine.”
His tongue sweeps over my lips, then my cheeks, collecting all the salty drops from my skin. Meanwhile, every single grip and grasp he and his shadows have on me—on my throat, on my cock—tightens. Pressure inside me builds. The air is trapped in my lungs. My release is once moreright fucking there.
“Reese, please,” I beg through no breath at all.
“Don’t worry, my little menace. The shadows will take care of you while I fill you up.”
Half a minute later, that’s exactly what happens. Reese’s last few thrusts are harder than ever, skin slapping skin, his cock slamming against my prostate. On the last drive, his shadows pull and twist and stroke, charging a current that spikes without warning. It surges too fast, too strong. My whole body tenses like I’ve been hit with it, every nerve lit up at once, every thought blown out in a flash of white-hot static. There’s no control left, just the surge, relentless and consuming, snapping through me in brutal pulses.
In this moment, I’m nothing but the current.
It lasts so long I think it may never end. Reese’s cock throbs inside me, and I think I’m still lit up in the midst of my orgasm by the time he’s coming down from his. As it burns out, it leaves my body still feeling faintly charged, like the voltage hasn’t fully bled off yet.
The first thing my staticky mind comprehends as it comes back online is that I can breathe again, the hold around my throat having eased some time during the most intense orgasm of my life. The next thing I register is a lot of soft touches. Reese’s cock is already mostly soft still inside my ass, and his hand is now resting gently against the side of my neck, his thumb brushing my cheek. Even the shadows’ touch is comforting, as though they’re swaddling me.
When I feel Reese leave my body, I could cry. If only I wasn’t already. I can feel the tears sliding down the sides of my face.
But then he makes up for it when his tongue meets the heated skin above the root of my cock, mercifully avoiding my very oversensitive dick. He licks a path upward, and when he’s directly above me, he grabs me by the jaw and gently squeezes, giving me a silent command. I obey, opening my mouth for him. He opens his too, and my cum spills from his tongue and onto mine. At the same time, he thrusts two fingers inside my ass, pushing all his cum deep inside me.
I groan, but the sound gets cut off when Reese closes the distance between our mouths and kisses me while he finishes feeding me the rest of my release. The shadows let me go, and I weakly wrap all my limbs around him while we share my taste on our tangling tongues.
With one last kiss to my lips, Reese starts to back away. I whine and cling to him tighter.
“Relax,” he whispers, giving me a smile that looks nearly as blissed out as I feel. “I just need to clean you up. I’m not lettingyou go this time, little menace.”
I sniff because…dammit. I’m still crying. But whatever. Fuck it. That was the most mind-blowing, life-altering sex I’ve ever had in my life. Tonotcry would mean I’m dead inside.
“You promise?”
“I promise. I’m keeping you.”
Considering I’ve belonged only to him for seven years, it’s about damn time. I’m his, and he’s mine too.
Cason sleeps like hefought for it, like he risked limb and life for it. After what he told me, I think that’s exactly what he did.
It’s easy to believe that if he could spend so many years of his life seeking vengeance for my death, then maybe he would die and come back to life so that he could have me now.
And he does. He has me.
I’m his in every way.
He’s on his side facing me, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other resting loosely between us like he forgot to decide what to do with it. His breathing is steady, finally even, all of the tension he’s had over the past several days gone as if it never existed.
