His legs inch apart, submissive and obedient for me, but even as I keep still for him to adjust, his head snaps back and he comes around my pulsing cock with a shattering cry.
Still sensitive.
Still sexy.
The sight of him bent over like this—his arms braced on the door and his ass in the air as he comes and loses his mind—
I’m feral for this shit.
I abuse his hole relentlessly. I lose count of the times he shatters aroundme. Soak myself into the sound of our desire slapping against each other, the sound of his voice as I give him everything he fucking needs to sleep well tonight.
Even when his knees give out, when he sinks to the floor I sink with him, still pounding him relentlessly. Until I’m digging my teeth into his shoulder and groaning my fucking release inside him.
My climax is bone-shattering. My balls tighten as I come, and it takes me a moment to find my reason again.
“You’re all mine, baby.”I place a kiss against his neck and he whimpers.
He’s too weak to protest when I pick him up and wipe him down in the shower. He doesn’t even kick up a fuss when I throw my clothes around him. He mumbles something about taking turns watching the cameras, but we both know Philip isn’t likely to make a move tonight. At least not on Evie.
But the moment I lie down in the bed with him the energy around him immediately goes into cardiac shock.
“I’m not sleeping in a bed with you.”
My eyes narrow. “So you can give your body to me, but you can’t sleep in a bed with me?”
“That’s… different.”
“How is it different?”
His energy jumps and he visibly swallows. It’s been a while now since he stopped hiding his expressions from me and put away that useless mask of his, so I recognize the vulnerability in his eyes when he whispers to me, “It just… is.”
Why are you so afraid,estrellito?
“Christian, you’re already close to me.” I rest my forehead against his and he closes his eyes when I cup his cheek with my hand. “Four months, and you're sewn so tightly into my skin. If you try to run away from me now,” I chuckle lightly, pulling at his bottom lip with my thumb, “you’ll pull me apart. Don't run. I told you already. Even if you try, I’ll just catch you and drag you back here.”
He leans into my hand and my heart can’t possibly be this much under his control.
“I…” His voice trails off and I hate the guilt in his energy. I hate that I don’t know what it’s for. That he thinks he doesn’t deserve this.
“I can’t.”
Then I suppose, there ends my chivalry.
“Well, that’s unfortunate, baby.” My hand digs into his hair to hold him still and I lean in until my lips are brushing his ear, “Because I’m not letting you leave.”
“Reuben—”
I push his chest backwards, and he falls onto the bed with a painful wince, likely from the soreness. Before he knows it, my legs and arms are so tangled with his, he can’t escape. Our fingers are threaded together, and I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my chest, through the fabric.
He’s warm. And he fits perfectly.
“You’ll—” His voice cracks and the sorrow in it makes my heart squeeze painfully, “You’ll regret this, Reuben.”
What are you hiding from me? What makes you so sad? Why do you loathe looking at the mirror when you're with me? But when you're alone you stare for hours.
“Then, when that day comes,” I kiss his shoulder, tightening my grip around him. “Pull me apart, baby. Be violent. Be vicious. Be cruel. And when you run, I’ll catch you and sew you right back in again.
It'll be the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen… but it'll be perfect.”
