Page 80 of Inflict

He gave her exactly what she asked for, hard, sharp thrusts that forced her hands to drag against the walls, likely scraping her soft palms up as she struggled to gain some kind of traction with his brutal rhythm. Connor didn’t slow enough to let her find any support—he couldn’t, not once he got started.

All he could focus on was the way she fell onto his cock with each thrust, how her cries bounced off the alley walls, and how entirely free she looked in that moment.

He liked that the most.

Freedom—seeing her take what she wanted, giving her what she asked for—that was hers, and not entirely his.

It didn’t take long at all before a telltale tremor began to work its way over Evelyn’s body, and her hot cunt clamped down around his cock hard enough to almost hurt. He kept hold of her backside with one hand, but grabbed her jaw with his other, wanting her to look at him while she came on him for the first time.

Wide, blown pupils stared back at him. Pretty, pink, parted lips opened for a broken, high cry. A flush worked its way over her flesh, starting in her cheeks and rushing down her neck and chest.

“Oh.”

Her exclamation came out soft and airless, a deep surprise coloring up the word. Almost as though she didn’t believe the way her body reacted to what was happening.

Connor pulled her face forward just enough to catch her mouth in a bruising kiss. He didn’t relent in his pace, even as she came, thrusting his way to his own orgasm until his knees went numb and his spine feckin’ ached.

It should have been different.

It might have been better.

He could have taken his time.

Connor couldn’t find it in himself to care in that moment. Not when Evelyn’s smiling, silky lips kissed over his bearded jaw as he emptied himself as deep into her pussy as he could manage, and even minutes after they were done and the calm had returned, she still didn’t push him away.

No, this was grand.

Feckin’ perfect.

• • •

Evelyn perched herself on Connor’s waist, her thighs tightening to his sides as she shifted to a more comfortable position. With the morning light spilling in through the windows, he couldn’t find it in himself to be irritated that she had woken him up so damned early. He certainly couldn’t be pissed when her shifting and moving turned into rubbing and grinding, making his morning erection all the more noticeable.

“You’ll do well to stop that moving and let me wake up a bit more,” Connor mumbled into the crook of his arm.

“I think you like my moving.”

Connor grabbed her hip with his free hand, making her still. “I like it too much. Relax.”

Evelyn leaned down, her nose nudging along his arm until he moved it just enough for her to press a soft, sweet kiss to his mouth. “Morning.”

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a half bad way to wake up.

Connor grinned and moved his arm entirely so he could see her pretty face. “Morning, love.” He used the tip of his thumb to trace the shape of her lips, enjoying her smile. Then, she kissed his digit, too. “You’re awfully sweet in the morning.”

“Oh?”

“Like a kitten.”

Evelyn winked. “With claws.”

“They must be hidden, then.”

She didn’t deny it.

“This one is my favorite,” Evelyn murmured.

Connor didn’t even have to look to see what she was talking about. He could feel her fingers ghosting over the tattoo of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, on his side. The only difference was, it did not look entirely like the cat from the tale. Instead, it took features of the only kitten he had cared for.