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“Maybe I can stay a little longer?” The heel of her foot crooked around my ankle, then traveled up the length of my calf. “I still want to do things.”
“Yeah?” My tongue flicked her pulse point, where a light bruise shaded her skin from the night before. “What things?”
She reached a hand between us, cupping the erection tenting my boxers. “Coffee.” She gave me a firm squeeze until I shuddered against her. “Breakfast.” Her hand stroked me through the thin fabric. “A shower.”
“Mmm.” I groaned, slipping down her body and palming both breasts in my hands as she arched up. I sucked a dusky nipple into my mouth until it budded, swirling my tongue around the peak. “Later.”
“Okay,” she panted, vibrating beneath me. “I’m adaptable.”
With one quick motion, I rotated our positions until I was flat on my back and she was straddling me. She gasped in surprise as I hauled her up my torso, my chest, until her pussy was hovering over my mouth. “Coffee’s on the nightstand,” I ground out, kissing her neatly trimmed patch of curls. “Breakfast can wait.” When she tried to lower herself onto my mouth, I held her up, just out of reach, her pelvis swiveling with frustration. “And I do plan to fuck you in the shower.” My tongue lightly flicked her clit, making her writhe and moan above me. “But first, you’re going to ride my face.”
Curling my hands around her hips, I hauled her down on my mouth and devoured her. Halley cried out, bowing her back as her knees caged my head and dug into the pillow. I plunged my tongue in and out of her with hungry, vicious strokes, holding her to me as she clamped onto the headboard with both hands and thrust against my face.
I ate her like a starving man, like she was my last meal, knowing she’d forever be the most priceless delicacy I’d ever taste. She was responsive, so eager for me to take control and have my way with her. She’d let me do anything.
Even break her heart.
She always came fast this way, so it was only a minute before she shook, panted, and quivered, one of her hands sinking into my hair and squeezing tight. I sucked her clit hard, my tongue sliding in and out of her, and she shattered like broken glass, moaning my name, begging for more, and collapsed on top of me with her forehead landing on the headboard.
I didn’t give her time to recover before I slid out from under her and repositioned her on her hands and knees. Hiking her up by the hips, I yanked my boxers down my thighs until my cock sprung free, already throbbing with need and beading at the tip.
I kneeled behind her as her hands fisted the bed covers and her face planted on the pillow, dragging my swollen head up and down her slick entrance.
She moaned, bucking her ass against me, greedy and demanding. “Reed…”
Hearing my name keen from her lips always unleashed a beast inside me; a primal, possessive feeling that carved its way through me, lighting a fire in my blood. I slammed into her, my knuckles going white as my fingertips bruised her slim waist.
This was how it always was.
Brutal, carnal, fast.
I realized we hardly ever had sex face to face, save for those first two encounters. I took her doggy-style, let her ride me, or drove into her with me on my knees and Halley on her back with her legs hooked over my shoulders. Intimacy would be our undoing. Too much eye contact, slow kisses, soft touches, and gentle strokes—those were the things that would make it damn near impossible to walk away.
And I had to walk.
There was no other choice.
But not yet…
I fucked her like I always did, with anger and frustration fusing with twisted lust, rejecting the tendrils of affection that tried to seep inside. Halley whimpered below me as I tugged her up by the hair and bathed her neck in hot, wet kisses, inhaling her scent as she took me over the peak. With her back flush with my chest, I circled an arm around her and clutched her breast, hating that it was always over too soon, never long enough, no matter how hard I tried to prolong the inevitable.
Groaning through a sharp climax, I buried my face in her soft hair and rode out the waves, spilling into her. My teeth nicked her shoulder as she buzzed and swayed against me and a delicate sweat sheened on her skin, glistening in the window light. When I pulled out of her, she dropped to the mattress, panting through the adrenaline.
Making a satisfied humming sound, she rolled over as I yanked my boxers up. Another languid smile tipped her lips, and she stretched again, her perfect body splayed before me. Her eyes were glassy and adoring as she gazed up at me with flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, like I was her soulmate, instead of what I really was.
Halley plopped back onto her stomach, wholly satiated, until her bare back was facing me.
I stared at her scars.
A swirl of undisguised tenderness bloomed inside my chest, turning my stone heart to sand. Against my better judgment, I bent forward and splayed my palm atop her spine, then trailed my index finger over the puckered edges of her battle wounds. She hissed out a breath, stilling beneath me. My own scar pulsed like it was drawn to hers, like we were in some sort of secret club together. A partner in pain. A companion in violence. Two warriors braving the storm, hand in hand.
Halley made a whimpering sound as I continued to trace and touch, empathy stifling reason. The deepest parts of me wanted to protect her from the evils of the world, to keep her by my side and defend her, always, body and spirit. But those parts of me also knew that the only way to protect her was to let her slip through my fingers. I needed to saw through the steely binds and let her go.
Turning over, Halley peered up at me as my hand landed on her hip. “I like when you touch me like that.”
I idled on my knees beside her, the sweat cooling on my skin. “Like what?”
“Like I’m yours.”