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“I’m not going to torture you…too much,” I amended.
Her eyes closed tight and she bit her lip, allowing me to know I was affecting her deeply.
“You’re so tight and warm,” I said as I pumped my fingers again, this time dragging those fingers toward my palm in a come-hither motion. “So soft.”
She inhaled deeply, making my gaze become laser focused on her breasts.
Each of her nipples was perfectly pointy.
I wanted them in my mouth in the worst way.
But to do that, I’d have to let go of her, and I didn’t want to do that quite yet.
Her breath hitched when I pressed into her deeper with my fingers, then changed from two fingers to three.
“H-hannibal.” She groaned. “Please.”
I liked it when she begged.
To know that she was doing that for me—something she’d do for no one else—made me feel like I was winning at life.
“What is it, baby?” I asked, swirling her clit with the side of my thumb.
“I need,” she said simply.
I needed, too.
“Put your foot up there on that ledge,” I ordered.
She did, her foot going high and wide, giving me the access I needed to replace my fingers with my cock.
In one swift move, I pulled my fingers out and shoved my cock forward, causing her to cry out in surprise.
Even three fingers were not comparable to my dick size.
I wasn’t tooting my own horn or anything, but I’d always felt like I was on the uncomfortable size of big. Most women saw my dick and immediately got all weird.
Not Hades, though.
She groaned, her hand going to my outer thigh and allowing her fingers to dig in, deep.
I’d have quite a few of those little half-moons all over my body, but I didn’t mind.
No, right then I was so focused on how she was making me feel that I didn’t care what I looked like after this.
Arm still banded tight around her, I fucked her solidly. In and out, over and over again until I knew she was on the verge of coming.
She was no longer cold.
No, she was hot and definitely bothered.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please make me come.”
I canted my hips slightly so that I was hitting that fleshy spot inside of her with each thrust, and she cried out in relief.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled. “You’re close, right, baby? Because you feel too tight and hot for me to stop. I’m going to come without you and have to take care of you…”
She came.
With a glorious scream.
“Fuck, fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to control myself, but it was no use. I came right behind her, filling her with my seed and thinking that I could definitely get used to this.
Regular pussy on demand. Pussy that wasn’t toxic. Pussy that was definitely becoming addicting.
She slumped in my arms, and I knew then I had a few more minutes to get her rinsed and dried off before she collapsed completely.
I pulled away, hating the way that she sighed in my arms at my loss.
It made me want to fill her up again and stay there all night long.
But that wasn’t feasible.
Not with how much the woman tossed and turned all night.
Using the showerhead, I sprayed her off, going as far as to push my finger inside of her to scoop out what was left of my come.
She laughed. “I could’ve done that.”
I knew she could.
But I wanted to do it for her.
Jesus, I needed to get a grip.
“Ready?” I asked as I replaced the showerhead to the holder.
“Yep,” she confirmed as she pushed through the glass door. “Ready, Freddy.”
I moved to the towel rack and grabbed two out of it, wrapping her up first in one before wrapping the other around myself.
Together we dried off in companionable silence.
“I need my bag to brush my teeth,” she murmured sleepily.
I walked to the vanity and pulled out a new toothbrush.
“Floss is in the top drawer,” I said. “You can wear one of my shirts to bed.”
Her eyes twinkled as she tucked the end of the towel into itself then opened the toothbrush.
“You didn’t want to offer me yours?” she asked as she used an ungodly amount of toothpaste.
“No,” I admitted. “There are two things that I won’t share with you. That’s a bathroom when I’m taking a shit, and a toothbrush.”
She snorted. “We’ll just see about that, Hannibal Peters.”
I was already shaking my head as she finished up her teeth brushing.
“No,” I promised. “We won’t.”
CHAPTER 16
What in the actual what the fuck is going on here?
-Text from Hades to Hannibal
HANNIBAL
Since she’d given me the journal, I’d spent every single night since reading the pages of her life.
Today, one week after she’d given it to me, I finished it.
And I was sick to my stomach.
I’d gotten up for a midnight snack around eleven fifty-five.
And while eating celery sticks dipped in natural sunflower butter, I finished off one of the last entries into her journal.
