Her eyes go wide, her whole body quivering beneath me, and when she nods—so quick, so eager—I feel a rush of satisfaction burn through my cock.
“You love this don’t you?” I rasp in a voice that’s not mine. “Being filled and used like this?”
Her body arches in response, eyes squeezed shut, face full of absolute pleasure. Her body trembles, her breaths coming in short bursts. And the moans tear from her, her jaw trembling before she stills—exhausted and depleted.
She lays lifeless as I continue my relentless fucking. I give one final, brutal thrust and pull my cock out just in time for my load to detonate all over her tits and up her neck.
I collapse onto the mattress, filling the space beside her.
After I catch my breath and steady the pounding in my chest, I slip from the bed.
In the bathroom, I run a washcloth under warm water, wringing it out before returning to her side. Carefully, I wipe her clean, making sure I don’t miss a spot.
Her soft green eyes find mine, and my heart lurches painfully in my chest. I brush my thumb along the line of her jaw and press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
I tug her robe back around her and tie it snugly, then lift one gloved finger in a quietone moment.
Leaving the room, I move to the kitchen, filling the kettle and steeping her a cup of sleepy time tea. I find a small snack to go with it, then bring both to her bedside.
She watches me as I settle the tray on the nightstand, switch on the TV, and put onTwilight.I grab her tumbler, lifting it to gauge the weight, checking if it needs a refill.
I kneel beside the bed, her small hand in my large gloved one. My eyes search hers, desperate for reassurance. She doesn’t look away.
I point and then lift my thumb. A simple question.
She smiles softly and nods. My chest tightens, and I have to blink fast to hold back the tears burning my eyes.
I press one last kiss against her forehead, breathing her in. Then, with every fiber of me screaming to stay, I force myself to stand.
One step. Another. And I’m turning away, leaving her apartment behind. And maybe a piece of me with it.
CHAPTER TWELVE
OPAL
I sip the tea he made me, and nibble on the grape Uncrustable he left on the tray. The movie plays on the TV—Twilight, his choice—but one of my comfort movies.
I keep glancing at my phone, waiting. Hoping. My stomach twists with nerves every time it lights up, only to be TikTok notifications. 40k likes and none of them are him, so it doesn’t matter.
Is he thinking of me? Why am I acting like this? I set down my phone and focus on the movie.
Just then my phone buzzes.
It’s him.
Goodnight, baby doll.
My throat tightens as I grip the phone. Tears sting my eyes. I push them away biting down hard on my lip.
God, what’s happening to me?
I’m falling in love with a man who’s face I’ve never known. A man I couldn’t even pick out in a crowd. I don’t even know his real voice.
But I know his touch—the soft, the rough. I know he’s kind and caring. He’s protective and nurturing. I know the way he makes me feel—seen and wanted.
I reread his message until the words blur.Goodnight, baby doll.
This cant go on.
