“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Cum on my cock. I want to see my girl shake like you do.”
In my peripheral, I catch movement. Someone is nearby. I say nothing, not wanting to interrupt her approaching orgasm.
Or mine.
I’m close. I flex my cock, holding back. Just get her there. I pump faster, thumb rubbing faster.
She shatters, expelling a raw ethereal moan.
Fuck me. My head drops back as I explode inside of her in an epic moment I hadn’t planned.
She falls forward, forehead to my chest, heaving.
I side-eye as a woman appears in the row. Her eyes blow wide and she silently gasps at the image of us on the floor. I smile and hold Peighton’s head down gently until the woman pads away.
Thankfully, she didn’t notice the woman. I don’t want anything to sully this moment for her.
She catches her breath, and then she says it.
“I don’t want to love you. Why do you have to be good at that? At touching me? You’re so perfect Gustav, but you’re not.”
Something in me cracks. Not a soft crack. A fracture that runs deep and stings. I feel it behind my ribs, sharp and unwelcome.
I stare at her.
She stares back with a light sheen on her skin. Her chest rises and falls, still recovering. Her lips tremble like she regrets the confession already. But it is out. It hangs between us like smoke, like a spell that changes everything.
I reach out. I brush my thumb along her cheekbone. Her eyes lower, like she is bracing herself for punishment.
But punishment is not what I want.
I want her.
All of her.
Even the parts that hate how much she feels.
“You already love me,” I whisper, voice gravel-soft. “And it terrifies you.”
Her breath shakes.
She doesn’t deny it.
What she doesn’t know is I am far more frightened than her. The voices have retreated. My body is on a cloud. And my heart... it aches to keep her this close.
Shit.
Is my obsession worsening?
Chapter 27
Peighton
I’m in trouble.
Not the bad kind, like when Gustav punished me. A different kind. The kind that feels warm, soft, and dangerous in my chest.
I’m falling for him.
