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He sighs.
“You get to survive, Final Girl,” Silver Mask promises, tapping my chin with his thumb.
ChapterSix
Resolution
Silver Mask watches me get dressed from the floor where he sits with his spine against the wall. He has one leg flexed and the other extended, and an arm resting over his knee. Though his demeanor is relaxed, there’s some tension lingering in the way his fingers fidget back and forth with the knife.
I’m thankful he didn’t spiral and flee after we finished. Instead, he waits for me patiently. Since he didn’t get naked, it only took him a few seconds to put himself back in his pants and zip them. Meanwhile, I struggle to pull my tight jeans over sweaty legs, which is a hassle because it keeps sticking to my skin rather than sliding smoothly.
Stealing a glance at him, I notice his shoulders bounce with laughter.El idiotafinds it funny. I huff and finish setting the fabric over my hips.
“Where did you drop my boot?” I ask, looking around at the light fog covering the floor.
This would be significantly easier if we weren’t inside the attraction. All the effects of haze and dim lighting are annoying now that I’ve come down from cloud nine. It’s a struggle to gather my things under these circumstances.
This is what porn doesn’t show you. The scenarios are hot, but they never include the cleanup and aftermath where you’re awkwardly fumbling around each other as if you weren’t getting your guts rearranged minutes before.
“Allow me,” he says, stretching to reach the boot near him. Then, he shifts to his knees to help me put the shoe on.
The awkwardness in the air disappears the second his hand touches my leg. Pure electricity simmers through the length of it, and I hum in approval. Tipping my chin, I stare at him, mesmerized by the view. The dominating, mysterious man kneeling for me is a sight to behold.
I’d have him in that position every single day if he wanted.
“You look good like that.”
He tilts his head. I can’t see his face, but I imagine he’s smiling.
“It’s an honor to be on my knees for you,” he responds, caressing my leg with his mask as he finishes lacing my boot. “All set.”
“Thank you.”
He pats my thigh before he stands. I had already forgotten how tall he is. His figure towers over mine, though he’s no longer intimidating. It shouldn’t surprise me how things have changed in less than an hour. After ravishing each other in the way we did, there’s no room for fear, especially with how he worshipped my body.
I’m going to think fondly of him until the day I die.
I tighten my thighs as my brain brings up the images of his face buried between them.
“You might have to wash your mask before your next group,” I mention with a shrug, attempting to sound casual.
Is there such a thing as telling someone they need to wipe off your cunt perfume from their mask?
He must be inhaling the scent every time he breathes. While certain things are cool during sex, I don’t think that’s something he wishes to do as he works. There are limits, right?
“Why?” he asks, confusion present in his approach.
Embarrassment prickles under the skin of my face.
“Uh, because of the smell?” My words come out as a question rather than a statement, but his tone makes me hesitate.
“Of your pussy?” he inquires. I dip my chin in a nod, flushing at his boldness. “I’d wear the scent of your pussy to my deathbed if I could, darling” he says, cradling my cheek in a gesture that seems almost… sweet, and odd contrast after the rough sex we had a few minutes ago.
A laugh breaks free from me.
“Huh, and they say romance is dead.”
To my surprise, he laughs too, but doesn’t touch the topic. Instead, he nudges my elbow and announces, “Come on, I’ll walk you to the exit.”
