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He’s talking about us.
“Edier—”
“Tell me how bad you’vereallygone,” he interrupts, tempting me with an invisible sin as he swipes a finger across my lips before tasting the moisture for himself. “Tell me truthfully, Ella, would you fuck a man for information?”
“No,” I whisper, dusting my knuckles against the front of his wet pants, feeling how big and hard he is already as we slip-slide to an honesty we’ve never reached before. “But I’d sleep with him for the truth.”
“Touch me,” he urges, taking my chin between his fingers and thumb, holding my face captive, setting me on fire with the lust in his eyes. “Maybe then we’ll both find what we’re looking for.”
Unbuckling his belt, I curl my fist around his smooth warmth. When I start to move it from root to crown, he tips his head back and groans.“Mi Cielo… Your hand is as tight as your pussy.”
“Will your enemies try to hurt me again?”
“I’ll never let anything else happen to you. I swear it.” Dragging my hand away, he lifts me up by my waist and orders me to put my legs around him. Pinning me against the white tiles, he holds me in that position, my arms snaked around his neck, his cock nudging my entrance—teasing and testing —when all I want is for him to slam me down and break me. “I’m tired of pushing you away,” he says, nuzzling into my neck. “So fucking tired of it. But once you know the truth, you’ll be the one leaving.”
Pressing my hand to his jaw, I seek out his lips again, my heart thudding against the walls of my ribcage. So close. He’s so close. “Try me.”
“Can’t risk it.”
“Then let me go.”
“Can’t do that either.”
“Then what are we, Edier?”
“We’re forever in that ocean,” he says, after a long moment. “Just us. Together. The only two people left alive.”
How strange that we both seek solace in the same memory.
“Don’t leave us there when we can be so much more.”
“How much more?”
“We could be everything.”
“You already are.” Lowering me down onto his cock, he starts to penetrate me, inch by delicious inch, until nothing else exists except his hard heat inside me and his body wrapped around me.
He carries me like this into the living room, past the contaminated bedsheets, and lays me down on the couch. Every movement he makes feels like he’s pouring burning oil on an aching surface. I’m so full of him, I could scream, but when he pulls out to remove the rest of his clothes, I feel so empty I’m cursing him in frustration.
“Quiet,” he chides, removing his gun holster. “Let me see how wet you are.”
Arching my back, my legs fall apart, and he groans appreciatively. “Finger yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”
I hesitate, forgetting how fast he likes his orders to be followed. A beat later, he’s pinching my clit in punishment, and I nearly orgasm from that contact alone.
“Shit!”
“Don’t,” he snarls, ripping at his shirt buttons. “I can see your pussy quivering from here. You come without my permission, and you won’t like the result… Now do as I say.”
Pulling my lips apart, I slide my index finger inside my hot channel, shuddering from the sensation. My finger isn’t as thick as his, but my inner muscles are clenching at it just as hungrily.
“More,” he orders, and I switch to my middle finger to reach a deeper place. “Such a greedy little pussy,Bonita.” He tears off his shirt, and then the tip of his tongue is spinning circles around my clit.“You taste like the purest drug.”
“Oh God, don’t stop.” I remember this high from before. This feeling of total insanity where I can’t get enough of his words and his touch. He takes all my limits and shatters them, then writes his name in the ruins.
I’m pulsing and shaking, holding my breath to reach the destination quicker. The second I sink into oblivion, he’s driving his cock back inside me, taking me so savagely my eyes fly open at the bite of pain.
It’s our pain, though. We made it together. It doesn’t belong to a disease. We own it and I crave it.
