Page 176 of Love at First Fright

“More,” he gasped. “Please, more.”

I eased a second finger alongside the first, pinching them together to make entry easier. Charlie tensed at the stretch, so I waited, stroking across his stomach with my other hand until he melted back into me.

When I began to move both fingers, Charlie stopped trying to reciprocate entirely. He just hung over me, trembling and gasping, lost in sensation as I worked him open with long, languid strokes that had him keening.

I sank my teeth into the soft flesh of his ass cheek. The sharp pressure drew a yelp from him—surprise mixed with pleasure. I soothed the bite with my tongue before delivering a sharp slap to his thigh that cracked through the attic.

Charlie didn’t waste any time crawling off me, dropping straight to his hands and knees, presenting himself like an offering. The sight of him—ass in the air, back curved in that perfect arch, head turned to look at me over his shoulder with those electric-blue eyes—almost undid me completely.

I couldn’t resist. My teeth found his other cheek, biting down harder this time, marking him there too. Tomorrow he’d carry bruises on his throat and ass, purple proof of what we’d done in this forgotten space.

“I want you on your back this time. I need to see your lovely face when you scream my name.”

Charlie’s breath hitched. He twisted around, our limbs tangling as he repositioned himself beneath me. The urgency in his movements, the way he couldn’t quite coordinate properly in his desperation, sent life coursing through my dead veins.

“Please, Bat. Now.”

The broken edge to his voice nearly shattered my resolve to take this as slowly as possible.

Nearly.

I lifted his left leg, hooking it over my shoulder, shoving down that tiny voice in my head that feared I’d run out of energy before this was over. I wanted to make this perfect for him. The best sex he’d ever have. Ruin him for anyone else, for all those future bastards who’d never deserve him. Something to remember me by, aside from my questionable taste in fashion.

I braced one arm beside his head, leaning over him until our faces were millimetres apart. His breath ghosted across my lips—warm, sweet, alive. Just like my lovely Charlie.

Our mouths crashed together as I lined myself up with his entrance. The head of my cock pressed against his hole, slick with lube and my own desperate need. I pushed forward—slowly, slowly, slowly—feeling him open around me inch by torturous inch.

Charlie’s tongue swept into my mouth with each fraction I claimed, as if he was trying to swallow my moans, make them part of himself. His hands fisted in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp.

I felt him push down, trying to take me faster, deeper. My free hand caught his hip, holding him still.

“Be a good boy and trust me,” I murmured against his lips.

Charlie’s eyes fluttered shut, a shuddering exhale escaping him.

I continued my glacial advance, savouring the way his body yielded to mine. “I’m going to remember every second of this,” I whispered, punctuating each word with another careful inch. “Every sound you make. Every way you move beneath me. For the rest of my eternal existence.”

A strangled sob tore from Charlie’s throat, his body trembling under mine. The sound wasn’t quite pleasure, wasn’t quite pain—something rawer, more desperate. Like he was being unmade and remade with each tiny part of him I claimed.

“Fuck—ah—Bat, please—”

His voice cracked on my name, the syllable fragmenting into breathless gasps. I pressed deeper, feeling his walls flutter around me, trying to draw me in faster than I was willing to give.

Another sob escaped him, this one higher, more desperate. His fingers clawed at my shoulders, leaving marks I couldn’t truly feel but treasured anyway. Evidence of his need, his desperation, his complete surrender to this moment between us.

Finally—finally—I was fully seated inside him, buried to the hilt, swallowed by his heat, his life, his overwhelming humanity. The sensation threatened to obliterate me. Like coming home to a place I’d never known I was searching for.

We stilled. Complete silence except for his ragged breathing and the distant sound of wind rattling the attic windows.

Charlie’s eyes had rolled back in his head, showing only white. His mouth hung open, lips swollen from our kisses, chest rising and falling in sharp bursts.

“Hey.” I stroked his cheek with my thumb, drinking in the fever-heat of his skin. “You keep those eyes on me.”

His eyes found mine, that clear blue gone stormy, pupils blown so wide they’d eaten the colour whole. “Or what?”

The corner of my mouth curved up. “Or I’ll bite you.”

His answering grin was pure wickedness. “Promise?”