Page 40 of Desecrated Saints
“You don’t need to thank me.”
I bury my fingers in her short locks, exposing her lips to me again. I can’t get enough of her, ravenous and unable to control myself. Brooklyn melts into me like ice cream on a summer’s day. I bend her over the small, built-in sink, regardless of the guys waiting for us.
“Eli—”
Her protests are silenced as I peel her jeans and panties down, enough to expose her bare ass. My fingers find the slick heat gathered between her thighs. She can’t pretend she isn’t turned on right now.
“We don’t have time.”
Pressing her lower back to position her, I race to undo my belt. I don’t give a fuck where we are. I need to be inside of her before I lose my mind. She’s the only thing that brings me back from the edge. Her words dissolve into breathy sighs as I push inside of her.
Brooklyn’s hands grip the sink. She’s so goddamn tight and wet, even with minimal prep. I surge in and out of her with impatience, each stroke forcing the demons in my head to retreat. I need more. With every second, breathing becomes easier, and the world grows more bearable.
I don’t stop even as there’s a loud knock on the door. Desire and panic clash, serving to speed up my frantic thrusting. Brooklyn finds her knife, holding it at the ready as someone pounds on the wood again.
“Who is it?” she yells.
“Get your asses out of there, kids. This ain’t a damn brothel!”
Before she can answer, I wrap my hand back around her throat from behind. She squeaks before falling silent. I’m so close to the edge. This is the first time I’ve fucked her in months, and I can’t control myself like I usually would. She’s taken over, leaving me to trail in her blaze of glory.
When I finish, Brooklyn lets out a groan of sheer bliss. I release her throat so she can suck in air, fighting to catch her breath. Her walls clench around me as I ride the relentless waves of my release.
“Jesus, Eli. Talk about bad timing.”
Fighting a laugh, I reluctantly slide out of her and grab a handful of toilet tissue. Brooklyn turns and blanches when she sees what I’m doing. Her cheeks are stained red with embarrassment when I bring the tissues between her legs, cleaning up the mess I’ve left behind.
We both find intimacy terrifying.
That’s exactly why I’m doing this.
Flushing the toilet, I tug my jeans back up and fasten my belt. Brooklyn’s avoiding looking at me while straightening herself out. Before she can unlock the door, I snatch her hand. Her fierce grey eyes scrape over me with uncertainty.
We’re still trapped in the safe bubble that allowed our darkness to unfurl, but the terror of reality is knocking on the door. We can’t stay in this moment forever, even if we want to. Digging deep, I clear my throat.
“Baby g-girl… I l-love… you.”
Brooklyn’s mouth splits in a grin of devastating pride. My throat hurts like hell, but for the first time, I don’t feel anxious when speaking. I’m not afraid of her. She’s my safe haven. I catch the stray tear that tracks down her cheek, a precious pearl of pure emotion. It tastes salty on my tongue.
“Fuck, Eli. I love you so goddamn much.”
I let her drag me back out into the world, this time keeping my hood back and my head held high without fear. I have nothing to be afraid of with Brooklyn by my side.
I can face the world.
I’m not alone anymore.
CHAPTER 9
BROOKLYN
PSYCHO - AVIVA
Sticking close to Sadie’s car, we pass through the outskirts of London. The roads are packed with weekend traffic, shoppers and tourists going about their business. I desperately drink it all in. Every last face, smiling and laughing, enjoying the last of the summer sun.
“Where is she taking us?” Hudson grumbles.
Kade checks the rearview mirror for a fifth time. “I have no idea.”