Page 88 of Hybrid Heroics

Ours.

She was ours, and I would be damned if I let her go again.

Barbie slid the zipper of my jeans down, freeing me so she could stroke my length. I throbbed in her hand, her touch bringing my cock to full attention with little effort.

I wanted her. Needed her at this moment. I couldn’t wait. Wouldn’t.

I pulled my fingers out of her delectable heat, scooting her to the edge of the table so I could work myself inside her.

Skimping out on the foreplay wasn’t my intention, but I had noticed when it was just the two of us, we often became overeager. We simply consumed each other. Using the banter, chasing, and fighting as foreplay.

Though I fully intended to circle back and taste her orgasm on my tongue.

She hooked her heels into the backs of my thighs, urging me closer, deeper, as her nails cut into my shoulders. Inch by painstaking inch, I filled her, my measured pumps torturing us both.

Full to the hilt, she hissed out a curse, dropping her head back. I held still, soaking in the feel of her pulsing around me. Reveling in the sound of her steadily quickening heartbeat. Then I leaned in, capturing her lips, swallowing her raspy moan in a blistering kiss.

When she sucked in a sharp breath, I pulled out of her, wrapping my hands around her thighs as I sank to my knees. Her arousal coated her core, dampening my beard as I lapped at her. The end of my nose pressed against her clit as I shoved my tongue inside her, tasting her sweetened desire.

She was a flavor all her own, just as addicting as her scent.

I would sell my soul to the Devil to bottle this flavor.

And she was the Devil. So I gave her my soul.

The thought made me grin. Her moan made me switch my focus. I bit into her thigh before I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking the tip of my tongue against it.

She came with a shout, her back arching off the table as I slowed my ministrations. I stood leisurely, kneading her hips as I aligned myself, slipping in easier now that she had loosened up.

One, two, three strokes, and I was lost inside her, lost to the velvet refusing to let me go.

Tattered breaths and slapping flesh echoed around us, ricocheting off the walls. Her nails sliced across my back. Thin streaks of blood welled to the surface of my skin, smeared in with each brutal swipe of her hands.

I pumped harder, causing the table to creak beneath the onslaught. Her core clenched, muscles coiling as she chanted my name.

“Briggs. Briggs. Briggs.” It was like a prayer, calling to me as I worshiped her through her orgasm.

I tumbled after her, the sound of my name spilling from her lips all it would ever take to make me come undone. To drop every wall I had ever built.

The guys joked about me wearing my heart on my sleeve, and I thought I had, too. But over the past few weeks, I grew to understand the difference between infatuation and love. I had never loved before her.

I had merely settled to waste time.

Sloane’s chest rising and falling with her breaths, her heart beating so rapidly I could hear it through the monstrous house, the slight tremor in her muscles as she ran her fingers through my hair…

This was love.

And I would never want another.

“You always catch me when I fall, don’t you?” she murmured, seeming lost in her thoughts.

I pushed my upper body off hers, leaning my weight on my hands. Her legs tightened around my waist, not letting me back away just yet. I trailed my nose along her jaw, nipping when she exposed her neck.

“Technically, at least once, you’ve hit the ground before I could catch you.”

“Figure of speech.” She waved me off.

“Catching you after Dolyn’s potion in Hell was one thing, Barbie.” I shrugged, unsure of how to finish my thoughts.