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Only me.
I guided myself inside her, groaning as her tight passage squeezed my length. Keeping my palms on her ass, I moved her up and down on me, using her to draw out my pleasure.
I was breaking almost every goddam rule, butChrist,she felt too good to stop.
When she wrapped her legs around my waist, taking me fully, I shuddered, and she ran her nails down my back. The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of skin on skin, my grunting, and her moans as my hips slapped against her inner thighs with every deep thrust.
I was barely holding on to my control, gripping her almost painfully.
And she was taking it, all of it.
Fuck.
Shifting the angle slightly, I groaned again when she cried out at the pressure on her clit, rubbing in time with my thrusts. I felt a rush of warmth as she got wetter, and I knew she was close. I shuddered again because knowing I was making her feel this way and bringing her there, making her surrender those sounds from her lips was the sweetest pleasure.
I remembered her taste on my lips and tongue that night I had her on the couch, and I wanted to taste her again too. I wanted to take her over and over, to live my life in the heaven between her thighs.
Her cries took on a new pitch, and she clenched as she came around my cock. But I didn’t stop, I couldn’t, and showed no mercy with the pace at which I pounded into her. Her disjointed moans and cries only fueled me to go harder and faster until I thought I might break her.
Holding her up was no trial, no strain at all, and I found a rhythm coupling my thrusts with moving her up and down on me, every time bringing our bodies together and making her cry out again at the stimulation on her already sensitive clit.
With a shout that elicited complaints from her neighbors through the thin walls, I came inside her, continuing to thrust slowly, my arms trembling as I held her over me as I rode through the waves of my orgasm.
EVIE
His grip on my ass was almost painful, and I was sure there’d be angry red marks where his fingertips dug into my flesh.
But I didn’t care.
Stroking his back, I rested my chin on his shoulder as he continued to twitch and shudder through his high. I gripped him with my heels as he took a few steps backward, collapsing back onto the bed with me on top of him. When he pulled his cock from me, I sighed, only a bit sore at the pace he had taken me. But the resulting orgasm was worth it—so intense I thought I might have drawn blood on his back with my nails. If I did, he had said nothing and showed no signs of pain.
Sitting up, I watched his face, straddling him as he lay beneath me, his hands still on my hips and eyes closed. I couldn’t ignore the slight frown that seemed permanently etched on his dark brows. Whatever he was battling was still going on, but he wasn’t the only one with battles going on inside the mind.
He had broken into my home, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to leave. Because no matter what happened after, he had come back to me and had taken me with more passion than he had the first time we were together.
I wondered if it would always be like this with him.
However long always was.
When he opened his eyes, his frown deepened as he saw mine, but I couldn’t bring myself to wipe the expression from my face. It would feel like a lie not to let it through. Because the truth was I didn’t know what he was going to do now. For all I knew, he’d reject me again, disappear into the night, and only come back when he wanted to fuck. I didn’t want to be his booty call.
I needed to know what this was because it felt different. It felt real, and if this were something worth fighting for, then I’d fight. If not, I would give up, go back to Tyson, accept my fate, and hopefully, time would make me numb again.
Zaqiel had lifted himself onto his elbows and was watching me intently as though he was trying to follow my thought process. Or perhaps figure out his own. When I reached to touch his cheek, he didn’t stop me, but I could see such pain in his eyes at the contact, I almost drew my hand away.
“What is it you’re fighting?” I whispered.
He just shook his head with that frown still in place.
When he opened his mouth to answer, I swear I could hear my heart shatter. Because I knew before he spoke, he was going to reject me again. Whatever it was holding him back, it was too strong, or he was too weak to fight it, and being with me now was a temporary break in his resolve.
So, if this is how it was to be, I didn’t want to hear it.
I pressed my fingers to his lips, and the pain in his eyes magnified, the blue of his irises almost shimmering as he watched me, never taking his eyes from mine.
“Don’t,” I whispered, hating the emotion rising in my chest and making me have these feelings when before him, I was so strong. “Just don’t.”
He sat then, his legs still on the edge of the bed and me on his lap as he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head against my breasts. I stroked his short hair, and when I felt his fingers tracing the lines on my back, I froze again.
