He pulls away for one second to free himself and then he’s thrusting into me in a single hard stroke.
I choke, the air leaving my lungs. He’s deeper than anyone’s ever been before and the burn of his cock splitting me open makes my eyes water.
He pulls out, so slow I feel every vein and ridge. When he’s all the way to the tip he stops and then he punches his hips forward, driving to the hilt once more.
Flynn’s jaw trembles, his nostrils flaring as he grips my hip hard enough to bruise.
He draws out again and my breathing picks up because I’m not sure I can take another stroke like that.
“Flynn—"
“Shh, Little Lilac, fuck toys don’t talk.” The words should be harsh, but he runs his thumb over my hip, soothing me. “Once more,” he promises and then he thrusts hard, somehow burying himself even deeper than before.
I cry out, burning pleasure heating me from the inside out as he hits a spot I didn’t even know existed.
Flynn tremors as I pulse around him, dark curls tumbling over his face as he drops his head. “Jesus Lilac, you’re fucking perfect.” He fucks me then, thrusting in and out until I’m about to come from that alone.
I clench down on him, but he pulls out fast.
“Nuh uh, I’m not done yet and neither are you.”
Before I can protest, his hands go to my hips and he flips me onto my stomach. I try to lift up but Flynn presses a hand between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress as he slides back in from behind.
I moan at the new position, everything feeling tighter, fuller.
Pleasure tingles over my skin as Flynn drags his hand down my spine and between my ass. I tense, trying to squirm away as his thumb gets closer to my tightest hole but Flynn clasps the back of my neck and holds me still. He runs his thumb over my rosebud, sending shivers through me as his lips brush my ear. “Mine. Every inch of this body belongs to me. Including this.”
I grunt as his thumb pushes inside. My eyes fly open, nerve endings firing and pleasure bursting like a hundred tiny explosions.
“Such a good little fuck toy.”
Each thrust presses my clit against the bed and when Flynn swirls his thumb in my ass, I come harder than I ever have before. I clench down on him until he spills inside of me, warmth filling my core.
Flynn collapses on top of me, his weight wrapping around me like a security blanket as I come down from the high. He rolls onto his side and tucks me into his chest.
I curl against him as he strokes me, pressing his lips to the top of my head. “You’re okay,” he murmurs as I shiver. “I’ve got you, Lilac.”
He mutters soothing words and praise until I stop shaking and then he carries me into my shower. I can barely stand but Flynn leans me against the tiles and washes me with gentle hands. This man, who has violence singing in his veins, touches me with a softness that stutters my heart.
Needing him closer I spear my fingers through his damp curls and draw him in for a slow, sated kiss. I take the sponge from him and run it over his chest, the hard planes of his stomach tensing as I wash his body.
After, once we’re both dry, Flynn carries me back to bed. We lie next to each other and I curl onto my side to face him. He stares at the ceiling, one hand tucked behind his head, a million thoughts behind his eyes. All my anger has been well and trulyfucked out of me but now it’s gone, worry for Flynn rises to the surface.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m always okay.”
I rest my hand on his chest, the fine hairs there soft under my fingers. “I’m serious, Flynn. What Claren did tonight…” I trail off, not wanting to put into words the cruelty of his actions but Flynn does it for me.
“He named his clinic, the one he’s supposedly building to help sexual assault victims, after a woman he raped. After my sister.”
My stomach churns.
Flynn turns to look at me with dead eyes and a simmering anger in his jaw. “Still want to warn him about me?”
His words cut through my chest, guilt sinking sharp claws into my stomach. I’m still not a hundred percent sure I’m okay with Flynn killing the senator but I do know that Claren needs to be stopped.
“Let me help.”
