Not even a breath.
As I circle the space between her legs, I roll my eyes back up to her face, hoping to see the same want I feel burning across my chest. Instead, her lids are closed, hiding what I need.
“Look at me,” I breathe, inching my way up to her mouth, brushing her skin softly with mine until I reach her ear. “Lookat me, pretty girl.” And God, is she pretty. “Look at me, Bunny. I want to see myself as you do when I push you open.”
Her mouth opens for me seconds before her eyes do, all that emotion trapped inside her parted gasp and gaping gaze, while the tip of my blade circles the most sensitive part of her. The power I get from it is intoxicating for a moment, but it isn’t enough. I need tofeelher.
I continue to hold the blade between us, while I slip one finger inside, and when that isn’t enough, I glide in another. I contemplate if a third is too much when she inhales a sharp, lingering, hissing moan. Legs falling open, exposing her sweet, glistening center, Bunny continues to squirm, groaning, desperate, anguished moans.
“C-Cade,” she calls, her hand breaking free from the space above her head to brush against my shoulder. When she touches me, a spark ignites, a flame inside me, with my fingers pressed against her walls.
“Cade,” Bunny says, my name a second time, claiming it as if it were hers. She holds my stare while shifting, grinding herself against my palm and into my blade. Not enough to pierce her—but enough to sting.
“More,” she whimpers. “I want more, Cade,” the pleading continues. “Give me more.”
“More,” she repeats. “More.”
Tossing the blade somewhere behind me, I remove my fingers from inside her and take Bunny by the hips, squeezing until her muscles fold and bones mold against my shape. The clock that never stops ticking in my mind snicks faster, counting down quicker than I’d like.
For the first time, I find myself smiling. Not because I have a sexy woman beneath me—needy, spread, and ready—but because there’s a lightness in my chest. Bunny’s body is beet-red, and our bodies move like we’re out of control, but there’s laughter in the air.
No.
There’s laughter in us.
We’re laughing.
I’mlaughing. I?—
I didn’t think I could do that anymore.
The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, but it doesn’t compare to the pressure of her lips against mine. Without wasting a moment, I open myself to swallow her tongue, tasting the moan she spills into my mouth as I press my throbbing cock against her slickness.
My hands find their way to her face, collecting the tears that fall when I slip my full length inside. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything more perfect than the way she clamps herself around me, but then I’m immediately proven wrong when her hands run up my body, nails digging into my muscles while her head stretches back, releasing a growl straight from her core.
Bunny’s entire body arches and contorts while I push in and out of her heat, throwing me far over the edge with her perfect, rosy tits right beneath my lips. I don’t stand a chance, so I cave and suck her into my mouth, nipping and biting hard enough to draw my name out of her again and again.
I whisper hers in return, almost unknowingly. Like a spell she has me under, I call out her name against her sweaty skin, driving myself inside her until we both speak in tongues. I can feel the raised skin on her back from where the carpet dug into her. Tracing the patterns and divots, I’m mesmerized by the satin beneath, but then she flips us over, surprising me to no end when I land on my back.
When she looks down upon me, still and rigid against my cock, I shift my hands from her tits to ass. “Well,” I prompt, kneading her tight muscles, “fuck me, Bunny. Show me whatmakes you so fucking special to the devil.” Though I think I already know.
The idea of his hands on her. His cock in?—
The rage swells inside me, taking over all my senses, and then she sinks onto me, impaling herself on every inch. I lose myself in the feeling of her, meeting every one of her bounces with thrusts of equal force.
I don’t want to close my eyes and lose sight of her—of that wild, tangled hair or the pinch between her brows. I don’t want to miss the way her lips quiver every time I hit the sweet spot.
I don’t want to close my eyes and miss a single moment, though I’m pretty sure even if I did, I’d see her—only her—in the dark.
Her eyes are closed, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s me she’s seeing or one of the other monsters living in her mind.
The thoughts don’t last long. After a few more thrusts, Bunny’s squeezing around my cock, throwing her head back, and riding me like we’re both running out of time.
We are, I suppose.
When she gushes down the length of my shaft, I follow right after, blowing my seed in several hot spurts. The sensation of us fusing is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I want to lie here, out of breath, and enjoy the stars dancing in my vision while she rests upon me. Bunny has a different idea. As if my touch suddenly repulses her, she flies off of me, hiccupping in panic. Beneath her breath, she mumbles incoherent words, but it isn’t until she looks at me that I finally understand her.
“I can’t be pregnant. I can’t have a baby.”
