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Everything’s so close, so near. I can feel her inside me, climbing in and burrowing, as if finding a home and living in it. Need. Chaotic yet smooth. New yet timeless somehow. The nipple rolls around my tongue, my teeth nipping and then biting it hard. Sweet, musky and heady.
Another grunt and I groan, letting the beginning of her shuddering orgasm build me higher. My hands pull her in tighter, needing that clit on me so she can feel it deeply, purposefully. She grinds. Once, twice, three times and quivers to a still with a moan.
That’s not enough for me in this mood.
“Again,” I mutter, bringing her ear to my mouth. My lips crawl along her jaw, inching through kisses and light bites until they reach her lips and my fingers reach the spot that’s just exploded for her. “You fuck until you can’t fuck anymore.” I push on the sensitive area, winding it around harshly in circles until she starts moving again, and then take it lower to see how wide she can get. “Only you. I’ll only fuck you. Make the most of it.” She gasps slightly and looks downwards, watching as I keep pushing two fingers inside her alongside my dick.
“Again, Hannah. More.”
She does more.
And I keep letting the night blur and the colours spin, uncaring for anything outside of that until I’ve fucked enough to see sense somehow.
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People move in my vison, as my fingers run through her hair. She mewls quietly on my chest, her small body as still as a mouse as she sleeps. I blink and refocus on the paddling scene in front of me, wondering what happens after this fantasy is done. A plane ride home. A few hours in the cabin to remember and appreciate a woman who gave me some time out of normality, and then nothing again. She’ll go back to her apartment, my apartment, and then when her lease is run she’ll leave the building.
Leave.
I glower at the thought, part annoyed with the responsibility of my life, and glance at the chain linking us that she weaved onto my wrist in the middle of fucking. I’d rather stay here at the moment. With her. We’d relax in it all and forget the outside world exists, but it’s too easy to fall here. Pleasure seeking is always irresponsible. I know that only too well. But now I’m stuck in the middle of a rift I allowed to happen and enjoying the feel of her all over me without sense. I can’t allow that. I’ve got nothing to offer.
A dark shadow moves behind the people I’m gazing through, ripped muscles weaving though the outlying area. Malachi. I watch him carefully, training my focus on whatever intent he might have now. He’s probably been here the whole time, looking on as I’ve given in to my desires. I must be amusing for him. A conquest won. A battle overcome.
He stalks the edges of the room to get to me, but rather than the laughter I expected he deigns to deliver some sort of fucking pity in his gaze, as he comes to my side.
“Good?” he asks.
I don’t answer that. I’m not interested in his pity, and I’m not having him think she’s any more relevant to me than she is. I stand and lift her with me, moving into him to hand her over. That’s the only way this stays separate enough for either of us to deal with. She can spend some time with him, remember that this isn’t something other than what it is.
He frowns at me, as he takes her, clearly stunned by the offer. Good. Maybe he’ll look after her if I’ve shown no interest rather than torment her because of me. It’s only his devious sense of need to beat me that makes him harsh with her. There’s no need for that now. I fucked her. Again. Repeatedly.
He’s won.
“Make sure she enjoys it,” I mutter at him. “And stop if she says no.”
The thin, gold chain slips from my wrist and my body folds into the crowds, weaving forward without looking back no matter how much I might want to. It’s time for me to hunt something new to watch while she enjoys herself with him. Forget her and move onto something else if that’s what I’m doing now. He’s a good fuck from what I’ve heard, and he certainly knows all about a woman’s body. Maybe she’ll find a new sensation with him. Learn more about herself.
My eyes scan each room as I pass it by, and I tip the bottle of pills into my mouth again and swallow. They’re like fucking razorblades going down my throat, which only proves how fucking pissed I’m becoming at the thought of her having anything else inside her but me.
No claim to stake, though.
None.
Chapter 9
Hannah
“Idon’t know what to do with you,” a voice says, distantly.
I smile in the dream and soothe my head on the pillow. Soft and fluffy. There’s a rainbow high above me, like a wave of colour balanced high above the bed. It distorts and changes, hues merging into one another, as I snuggle in deeper. It’s nice here. Warm and comforting. “Why do you mean something to him?”
Something runs gently against my face, more soothed thoughts coming because of the way it moves on my skin. Cheek. Brow. Hairline. I mumble to myself, incoherent words washing from my lips like a plea for more. I don’t know who I’m supposed to mean something to, but I’ll take it if I do. I’ll lie in that embrace and think happy thoughts, enjoy them because here and now feels like a cocoon I’m resting in, swaddled.
The touch moves lower, the feeling grazing my jaw, neck, chest. So soft, like a whisper of touch. Feathers. A giggle rumbles through me at the sensation, legs stretching and arms reaching upwards. “Wake up, Mrs Tanner.” No, not this time. Just like ‘no’ last time. I don’t do as I’m told anymore, and I don’t want to wake up from this either.
This is heavenly and divine.
Delightful even.
