Tight, hot and fucking perfect. I pulled back and slammed in again, this time going deeper.
Going so deep and so hard that her bedframe slam against the wall with every thrust, while the storm outside roared into the night.
I kept my grip tight in her hair, pulling just hard enough to make her feel owned and filthy. All while using the leverage to fuck her harder. My other hand dug into her hip, holding her exactly where I wanted her as I pounded into pussy with a relentless.
"Like this?" I growled against her ear, teeth grazing the shell. "This what you wanted every time I looked at you?"
"Yes…oh my God! Fuck, yes!!!” Lila panted, pushing back to meet every brutal stroke. Sweat slicked our skin. Her moans turned into broken cries every time I bottomed out, the wet sound of our bodies colliding filthy in the dark room.
I released her hair only to slide my hand under her, finding her clit and rubbing tight, demanding circles. Her thighs started to shake and I wrapped her hair around my fist once more, yanking her head back so I could bite down on the junction of her neck. I fucked her even harder, driving her into the mattress.
She came apart with a sharp, shattered cry, pulsing around my dick so tightly I saw stars. Still, I didn’t stop…didn’t slow, chasing my own release through the tight grip of her orgasm until it slammed into me like lightning. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, groaning her name against her skin as I filled her.
We collapsed together, breathing ragged, bodies still joined. I kept one hand tangled in her hair, stroking it now, gentler, while the storm slowly eased outside.
She was still asleepwhen the storm completely clear. I, however, hadn’t slept a wink. Which wasn’t unusual for me, but the reason I hadn’t closed my eyes, was considerably more unusual than anything I had experienced in the last five centuries. I sat with my back against the headboard and watched the early light come through the curtains and didn’t dare try to examine what I was feeling with any particular rigor.
Because I already knew what it was and I was not ready to say it out loud.
Lila’s hair was everywhere.
She made a small sound and shifted, and then went still, and then I watched the exact moment she woke up fully and remembered where she was. She paused and went very still in a different way and then opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a moment. Then, ever so slowly, she turned her brown eyed gaze onto me.
"You undid my braid," she said.
"It was distracting."
She blinked. "My braid was distracting."
"You," I said. "You’re a distracting little thing.”
She stared at me for a long moment with her hair spread across the pillow and something moving behind her eyes that I could not quite read.
"You're impossible," she said finally.
"I'm aware."
She sat up and found her shirt and pulled her hair back with the practiced efficiency of someone who had been managing it their whole life, and I watched her do it and said nothing, because there was nothing useful to say that wasn't something I wasn't ready to say yet.
She looked at me from across the bed.
"This won't happen again," she said.
"Of course," I nodded in agreement.
Get the hell out of her house, before you fuck her again…
She nodded, satisfied with that, and I got dressed and let myself out. I stood on her porch for a moment in the early morning grey, listening to the town settle into its first quiet sounds, and then crossed the street to my own yard and made my way to the tree line the way I had every morning for five centuries.
I pressed two fingers to the earth at the edge of the outer seal.
The Gate pulsed beneath my hand, slow and deliberate.
A voice drifted up through the dark soil, unhurried, the way things sound when they have been waiting long enough to stop being impatient.
"You've grown attached."
I didn't answer.
