This is how I’ve always wanted her. I want to watch her come undone. I want to watch her bare and vulnerable just for me. Seeing her this way and being with her like this cracks open a piece of myself I’ve kept locked away. The piece that cares for another person, heart, body, and soul. I’ve pined over Selene Walker for years, but I never thought it would feel like this.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her. “Slam that perfect ass into me, Selene. Take all of me, inch for inch.”
She grunts as she obeys my request. I grow delirious, riding on a fucking high. Her tits bounce beneath her, and her hairfalls around her shoulders as I fuck her from behind. With every thrust, I feel her getting closer.
“I’m going to come again…” she moans.
Her pussy tightens around me, and I feel the same. I take my opportunity and spank her again. This time, a little harder than the last.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “That feels good.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Not wasting any more time. I spank her again.
Then I lose all self-control. I drive myself in and out of her until she’s quivering against me. She screams my name, and I hold onto her, continuing to pump in and out of her as heat pools in my lower belly. My legs tingle and my arms hum with electricity. Her pussy walls contract, and that’s all it takes before I’m coming inside her. I still, holding onto her tightly as I finish riding out my orgasm.
When I’ve finished, we’re both left panting. Her head hangs lazily between her tied arms. Pulling out of her, I crawl up beside her, undo the tie, and let her lay against me on the bed. She rests her head on my chest, catching her breath. I stare at the ceiling, knowing we’ve crossed another line. Another path of no return.
Knowing Selene’s mind, I press my fingers under her chin and pull her to look up at me.
“Selene,” I whisper her name, my pulse racing.
Her soft eyes look tired but also satisfied.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, my voice cracking. It feels incredible to be with her like this, but the thought of having hurt her in the process tears me up inside.
“No.” She inches forward and rests her chin over her hand pressed to my chest as I brush loose strands of hair away from her sticky skin. “You didn’t hurt me.”
I smile and pull her up until I’m able to press a soft kiss toher mouth. “I’m glad because I don’t think I could live with myself if I hurt you.”
Her small grin fades, and her eyes soften, distancing.
“Hey…” I tell her, urging her to look back at me.
Her stomach grumbles, and then her cheeks redden even deeper. “Oh, my God.” She groans, burying her face in her hands. “Could I be more embarrassing?”
“You need to eat.” I chuckle, looking up at the ceiling before back to her.
She narrows her eyes. “You aren’t going to feed me toast again, are you?”
I shift underneath her until I’ve gripped her ass and slapped it lightly before taking a handful of her flesh and pulling her against me. “What, you didn’t like me feeding you toast?”
“Oh.” Her grin reaches her sparkling green eyes. “You feeding me, I liked. The dry toast… not so much.”
I laugh then grip the back of her head, bringing her deliciously gorgeous mouth to mine. “Better food, we can arrange, Wallflower. Whatever you want.”
Fuck, I’m in Heaven.
TWENTY
SELENE
There’s been a shift between us. One I’m not certain I’m ready to face. I bury it down with the memory of my parents. I remind myself that nothing is permanent in this life. One day you’re living the perfect dream, the next you’re living a nightmare not even you could conjure up. Fear has gripped my soul since that day, and I’ve never wanted to break free from it.
Not until now.
Pressure builds behind my eyes, and I feel my insides twisting, transforming me into a person I don’t recognize. I watch Holt sleep in fascination. He looks peaceful. I study his features, the curve of his lips, the slight crook to his nose. I picture his blue eyes shielded behind his soft lids.
Is this how she felt? Is this the illusion she fell for before it was all ripped away?
