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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as I feel my balls draw up tight.
Her grip on my cock tightens, and her body seizes before she cries out.
That and the sight of her breasts bouncing with each of my forceful thrusts pushes me over, and with a roar, I shove myself inside her one last time, collapsing forward onto her as my orgasm stretches on. My hips twitch back and forth in shallow movements as I pump my cum into her.
Fuck,how do people think of doing anything other than that? We have only just finished, and I already feel myself hardening at the thought of going again.
My hand aimlessly searches for her tied wrists. Pulling at the rope, I try to free her. After a few unsuccessful minutes, I feel something being pushed into my hand and chuckle when I realize what it is.
I take the knife gratefully, panting into Charlotte’s neck, and cut at the rope above where her wrists are knotted.
Still trying to catch my breath, I pull away from her just enough to smile down at her. Bright eyes stare back at me, her lip once more trapped between her teeth.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, nudging her nose with mine.
She blinks up at me, and a few tears roll out, following the same tracks others have left, escaping into her hair.
Her inner muscles continue to pulse around me when her arms loop over my head, the rope resting on the back of my neck.
“Make sure you scrub both of yourselves in the shower. I’ll be back to bleach that later.” Michael’s words ring out just before the door swings closed behind him.
Joined together, Charlotte and I lay there for a few more minutes before I pull us both up. Standing, I carry her wrapped around me like a koala, my cock still buried deep inside her, to the shower in the corner of the room, next to where the laundry cycles our clothes.
Seeing fresh clothes on top of the counter along with a fresh towel, I make a mental note to thank my brother.
All thoughts of my brother and fresh laundry disappear as I step beneath the warm water and lose myself in my girl once more.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Charlie
I blink, trying to push away the fog that closes in. My body leans back without my permission, and I try not to take comfort from the hand gripping the back of my neck.
The large wooden bed looks comfortable and cozy. I’m so tired my whole body aches. Muscles I didn’t even know I had scream at me to crawl under the thick handmade blanket to sleep away the night’s events.
After our shower, Daniel released my restraints before carefully drying every inch of my body. Deeming me perfect, he dressed me in one of his T-shirts . . . and nothing else.
I stood patiently, our gazes locked as he dried himself before pulling on sweats.
Hand in hand, I let him lead me from the outbuilding into the freezing night air. When I gasped in pain as a rock dug into my bare foot, Daniel slid his hands around the curve of my ass, lifting me easily and carrying me inside like I was the most precious thing he owned.
I didn’t think to stop him. I just let him. Arms and legs around him, I buried my face in his neck. I felt loved and cherished as we went to his bedroom on the top floor of the house. Daniel never loosened his hold on me or slowed until he lowered me to where I now stand.
The energy around us has shifted. It’s gentler. He’s gentler. Like something inside him has settled.
He doesn’t speak, but that just seems to be the way he is. His eyes soften as he pulls back the bed covers and waits patiently for me to climb in and lie down. The sheets are soft beneath my hands and knees as I crawl to where he waits.
Staring up at him, I feel my eyes grow heavy.
His lips twitch, and a brow rises when I lift my arms, asking him to tuck me in.
Daniel taps the mattress until I lower my arms and am cocooned. Arms in, noted.
I sigh softly, letting my body sink into the softness below me as he tucks me in tightly. The feeling of his lips brushing my forehead forces a final tear to leak out.
How can a man this sweet, this pure be a raging killer? And how can I still want him?
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
