“Quiet, Everly.” His hand snakes up my body and closes over my neck. The tight grip collars my throat and the pressure gives me chills of excitement as much as it does fear of nearly losing this connection between us forever.
“Phantom, please.” Do I want him to release me? Grip tighter. I don’t know. New cravings awake inside me.
With one swift movement, I’m turned over my ass in the air and I forget all about the chaos of the night and the trouble chasing us.
Strong fingers splay my ass cheeks apart as he blows his warm breath over my most intimate of places.
“Phantom.”
Adrenaline spikes through me.
His other hand holds my thighs wide as he takes what he wants from me. The bristles of hair marring his chin scrape over my inner thighs and the folds of my sex when he goes right back to licking and sucking. Only this time, instead of collaring my throat he’s gripping my ass. Using the tip of his thumb he teases the opening of my back entrance as he slowly works my pussy with his other hand.
In unison, he strokes both—one easing in as the other slides out.
“What are you doing to me?” It’s wrong yet so right. Forbidden. Shameful. Yet I want him to do so much more to me.
He chuckles darkly. “Making sure no other soul on this god-forsaken rock has a chance of erasing me from your memory when I’m dead and gone.”
“It was only ever you. Only you. No one else.”
I clamp around his teasing fingers and he growls with appreciation but doesn’t stop the sweet torture of my aching, needy body.
“Push to your knees and let me watch you play with those pretty nipples, baby.” Uncertain and a little shy of pleasuring myself infront of him, I hesitate. I don’t know why. I’ve done it for him before, but this is also a new chance for us. So I’m nervous.
Between my legs, he clamps my clit between two fingers and squeezes.
My knees tremble and I gasp so harshly my throat closes. “Oh, God, Phantom.” I fall face-first into the soft comforter and fight to regain control over my body. The edge of my climax sits just beneath the surface. Another sweet torturous squeeze like that and I’ll be coming all over his fingers.
“God isn’t here, baby. I am. Now do what I said. Play with your nipples. Pinch and tug on those pretty jewels while I play with you here.”
The intrusion of his fingers has me panting, but the way he scissors his other fingers to spread me for him robs me of thought.
“Beautiful.”
“It’s yours, Phantom. I’m yours. All of me. I always have been.”
I’m on my back again and he’s standing between my splayed thighs. Between us his thick glistening cock looks hungry.
As soon as the words leave my lips, I feel the heat in the room shift. The wave of emotions coming off him borders supernova levels.
“I want to feel every inch of my cock enter your sweet pussy. I’m going to spill my seed into you. And then again and again until we are expecting our second baby. And then I'll do it again.”
“Promise?”
“You make me burn in ways no woman should ever leave a man. I carry death and destruction with me everywhere I go. Your father’s enemies hunt us both. And yet, you, my sweet angel, makes me believe in love. Us. And now I hope for something better than what we have now.”
I look on and watch the rippling of his muscles as he poses the swollen head of his cock at my greedy entrance. My folds spread over him. He grips my waist and pushes me forward. My small entrance clamps around the invading crest of his cock.
My breathing increases and my heart pounds so hard it feels like a beating drum inside my chest.
“Phantom!”
His dark eyes look possessed. Those rolling storms behind black lashes drag me into their depths.
“Come for me. I know you want to.”
I nod feverishly. “Yes!”
