I reached for him, my knees falling open in invitation. When he felt the movement, he sat back. Cole’s eyes drifted down, taking in the sight of my body, and he bit his lower lip.
“How about we do something different this time?” As he asked, he crawled up until he was straddling me, his thighs strong on either side of mine. When he grabbed the lotion bottle this time, he tipped it up and pooled a generous amount into my palm, across my fingers. “Open me up, Sephtis. I need to feel you… I want to feel howwarmyou are inside me.”
Warm.
No, I wasn’t just warm; I was burning alive at the heat in his eyes, at the way his lids were heavy and his pupils were blown at the suggestion. I was going to combust looking at his cock, thick and bouncing between us. I nodded, my mind racing back to what he’d done for me…
Thankfully, he was a generous teacher. He shifted his hips forward, spreading his legs and making it easy for me to slide my slick fingers between them so I could brush against his entrance. He was so tight, and even that first touch made him groan. My other hand came up automatically, wrapping around his cock and giving it a firm stroke as I started to rub against his ass in small circles that seemed to be a tease more than anything.
Cole rocked back against my hand, and the pressure of his body riding down on me made me shudder. It was almost torture, having him hovering over me—so close to my cock, yet not touching me at all. It was the kind of torture I’d happily take. He ghosted his fingers over his chest, over the scars the Enmity had left behind, and looked down at me as he brushed and rolled his nipples.
“Harder, Sephtis. Get me ready for you.”
My body shuddered again, and I angled my fingers to press upward—he dropped down without warning, and the low hiss of pleasure and pain that tore from his throat told me he was showing me exactly how he liked to be touched.
Rough and a little desperate. Hard and fast, burning like the sun.
I could do that.
I crooked my finger and slipped it inside him, thrusting slowly the way he’d done for me back in Gethin’s library. The movement was slow at first, and he gave me a few minutes to explore, to slowly get drunk on the sensation. I was lost in him, in how good he felt squeezing around me.
I wanted to feel that warmth around my cock—I wanted to watch him fall apart. I understood now why he wanted to do it like this. We had the rest of forever to tryeverything.
“Fuck me with your hand like you want me to fall apart, Sephtis.Show mehow much you want me.” He rocked back on my finger, then surged upward to thrust his cock into my fist. “Show me how much you love me.”
It was that demand more than anything that made me move. I pulled back and added another finger, working up and into his hole again, crooking them as I tried to find that same place inside him that had lit me up so much before.
When his head threw back and he cried out, I knew I moaned in satisfaction, igniting from how good it felt to make him makethat sound. My fingers concentrated on that place, thrusting in shallow little bursts that made him shiver. I could feel it in the way his cock swelled, see it in the rise and fall of his chest.
I was getting him close with just my hands, and he was so eager to take it. He bounced on my wrist until my arm started to ache, until he could barely draw a breath… and then he fell against my chest, shifting his hips to pull away from me.
“Enough,” he gasped. “Enough… I need more. I need to feel you inside me. I need…” Cole shifted forward, pressing his mouth to mine and stealing a slow, aching kiss from my lips. “I need to know that you’re really here. Thatwe’rehere.”
That we made it.
“Take it then, Cole… take whatever you need. I’m here for you.” He groaned at the invitation and sat back on his heels, rising up and reaching between us so he could line my cock up with his worked entrance. He didn’t hesitate—he brought his eyes to mine and watched my face as he slowly sank down my length.
It tore another low moan from my chest as I felt every nerve in my body scream with the pleasure of it. He was so tight, so hot, clenching and silky around me…
Gods, was this what he’d felt when he fucked me before? If this was it, I understood why humans could get addicted to it.
He wasperfect.
“Look at us,” he said, sinking until his ass met my thighs and I was fully sheathed inside him. “Look how we fit.”
“I was made to fit with you,” I gasped, and he started to move.
It was obvious from the first rock of his hips that this wasn’t meant to be something that lasted long. It was hard, hot, fast, and desperate. It was everything we’d gone through brought to a boiling point.
It was like my first time all over again, because I could feel the heat of my blood ripping through me and making me dizzy—the gasping need to inhale continually forgotten, so my breath came in little punched out moans that tore through the room.
It was Cole, his fingers clenching as he dropped down and pressed his hand over my chest to prop himself up.
Over the beat of my heart that I knew worked in exact tandem with his own.
It was us, created to fit, made to be together… connected along a little red line that had been born of hate and forged in love.
He fucked down onto my cock until I was gasping, and my fingers trembled when I reached between us to take his length in my hand. I pumped him in time with the frantic motion of his hips rocking down, his pelvis rolling to take me as deep inside him as he could. The room was a sweet litany of sounds—his breath and mine, moans, skin slapping against skin.
