Page 84 of Savage Surrender

I bury my face harder against him, trying to hide from whatever humiliating breakdown my body has scheduled for the middle of being fucked. Tears run hot over my cheeks and into his skin. My nose is running. I can’t get enough air, and the harder I fight for silence, the worse the sounds become.

“I’m sorry.” The words break apart against his neck. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s... wrong... with me.” My throat is tight and the words are a struggle to get out.

His hand lifts my face from his throat. “Focus on me.”

I try, but his features swim.

“Can you breathe?”

My first attempt catches. Weller draws one slow breath through his nose and releases it against my mouth. I follow badly. He does it again, keeping his forehead against mine until air reaches the bottom of my lungs.

He moves to pull out, and panic cuts clean through the crying. I lock my leg around him and grab his shoulder. “Don’t. Don’t leave me.”

“I’m only giving you room, not leaving.”

“I don’t want room.” My grip tightens until my nails bite his skin. “Please just stay. Stay inside me.”

His lips part. Nothing comes out.

“Do you want me to move?”

I shake my head.

“Then I won’t.” He kisses my temple. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

His attention moves past me. “Freddie, water.”

Freddie puts the glass in Weller’s waiting hand and backs away only far enough to give him room. Owen and Tristan are hovering.

Weller lifts my head enough to bring the rim to my mouth. “Take a sip.”

I manage one swallow before another sob shakes most of the second down my chin.

“You’re okay. Let’s try again.”

Weller holds the glass to my lips until I take a drink, then gives it back to Freddie.

The sobs weaken into hiccupping breaths. My face feels swollen. My eyes burn, and there is probably snot on Weller’s neck.

Very attractive.

“I must look disgusting,” I mutter.

Weller wipes my face with a wet cloth Tristan hands him before I can object, which is probably the most intimate thing anyone has ever done to me. “You’re as beautiful as you’ve always been.”

“Don’t lie to me. I’m leaking from everywhere.”

“And still beautiful.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and refuse to cry again out of spite.

His cock is still inside me, no longer as hard as before but far from soft, and the awareness returns.

I roll my hips.

His grip on my thigh tightens, but he doesn’t move.

“Weller. I want you to keep going.”