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I was caught in the moment, watching the way she adored me, time slipping past as I cooled down.
She was telling me she loved me. She hadn’t given me permission to speak, but I wanted to reply. I wanted to show her I heard her, to feel her curve against my body, curl into me like she used to while we lay giggling in the middle of the night, sharing all our secrets.
As the towel and her fingers covered my hips, her eyes focused on her task, I reached for her. In the post-orgasm haze, with a serene smile on her face as she stroked me and my body still twitching from her touch, the rules slipped away, and all that was left was my need to be with her.
I took her arm, pulling her close, her eyes widening as I bent my mouth to her lips. “Cat…”
All bets were off when she treated me like this. She was my ruler, the one I’d submitted myself to, but she was also my woman. She was mine, whether she was over me or under me, and if she punished me again for acting out, I’d be happy to take more.
I was millimetres away. Leaning over as she crouched on the floor, our eyes met, and I found no resistance, just the open love she’d been showering me with. I didn’t stop, bending forward to take her lips, feeling her surprised gasp, tension bursting in my heart. I held her, desperate for her to show me she wanted this too.
I was rewarded again as she groaned, rising on her knees, travelling up between my thighs to follow my lips, her arms wrapping around my neck, her fingers burying into my hair. The tips of her nails scratched my scalp. She gripped me, tugging me closer, tighter, deeper, taking control.
I reached around her body and clutched her shoulders, pulling her nearer, diving into her as she returned to me — her tongue thrusting into my mouth, her head tilted back, her breasts brushing my chest, her heart beating next to mine.
Everything was so tender. The harsh woman who held the starring role in my dreams faded as she explored me, stroking her hands down to my neck and pressing herself against me, her light gasps and moans an elixir on my tongue.
She pulled back to take a breath and stared into my eyes, inches from me.
“Cat...” Relief poured through me as her name fell from my lips in a moan.
We held each other, trembling, panting, watching, waiting. Our breaths mingled, her heat scattering my lips. The hounds of hell couldn’t drag me away from her.
I sank into her gaze, humbled by her openness, wanting every part of her that I thought she was offering me now. I was so caught up in the moment, in the bliss of holding her, that I let the words escape before I realised the consequences.
“I love you.”
It fell from my lips in one breath, my heart exploding in joy and fear, finding freedom in release.
But it disappeared in a flash as she flinched back, her eyes filling with pain. Reality snapped into place, that cold, harsh truth that I wasn’t enough. Not yet.
She had already left my arms before I could react.
Cat jumped away from me, moving so quickly I could barely keep up with her. Just like that, the spell broke, and all our love and softness vanished as it slammed home that she wasn’t here for that. I thought Cat had come to soothe me, to reward me or punish me for taking out Venom, that she was returning my love and giving us something to share. She wanted me begging and compliant, but I didn’t want to be constricted by her demands in every part of our lives.
Her face was pale, and she refused to look at me as she pulled on her jumpsuit.
“Wait —”
Pain flowered in my chest as cold descended over me. She was leaving. My mind exploded in panic as I saw how deeply I’d fucked up. I needed to stop her. She couldn’t leave. It was just a mistake. I just got carried away.
“Cat, I’m sorry.”
She ignored me, bending down and swiping her belt and earrings from the floor.
“Goodbye, Max.” Her voice was low, aching as she rose, shooting me a glare.
My chest burned, warning signals firing as she grabbed her bag from the floor. I had to stop her. I needed to talk to her.
She had to be joking. This was a fucking joke. I couldn’t handle how quickly the mood had switched. That was it? One wrong move, and it was over?
“Cat, wait.”
But she didn’t. Turning on her heel, she vanished through the door without a second glance.
She couldn’t do this again. Not after last time, when she kicked me out of the bathroom as soon as she was done with me. She’d just claimed me with her fingers, looked at me with love in her eyes, and now she was running because I voiced what we were both feeling? I couldn’t go through this again, having to wait weeks to speak to her after she’d blown my mind.
Everything was silent apart from the door clicking into place and the dull thud from the party three floors down, a poor companion to my aching heart. I sat there, shell-shocked, empty. How had it turned so quickly? One moment she was my lover, the next she was gone. Was that really it? The moment we became Cat and Max, everything became real, and she couldn’t take it? Or did she see how I loved her, and it scared her as much as it terrified me?
