Milo: I’m on my way over
Milo: don’t you dare fucking move
Twenty-two
Milo
I have nevermoved faster in my life. I’m Usain Bolt being shot out of a cannon to get to Prue’s door. I punch in the wrong code number to her locktwicebefore making my heart and hands slow down long enough to get it right.
Then, all bets are off. I lock the door behind me, kicking off my shoes and tearing off my shirt as I continue running toward the stairs of her loft. I nearly die on them, simultaneously climbing and attempting to take off my sweatpants before giving up and deciding to keep them on until I’m standing in front of her.
But when I am standing in front of her, somewhat dazed, out of breath, and hot-faced, I cease to exist.
Prue is a goddess, sitting on the edge of her bed just as I told her to stay. She’s covered in goosebumps, her pale skin lit by the moon from the skylight above. Her hair is wild as ever, falling over her shoulders. And she’s entirely, flawlessly, magnificently bare head to toe. Every inch of her body is available to view and stunning me into silence.
I cannot help but fall to my knees and crawl over to her, without a word spoken. It’s official, this woman will be the death of me. Myrusalka. My killer. My awakening. The love of my fucking life.
I decide at this moment to no longer care about what may come. Thatthis,whatever she allows us to be, will fulfill and sustain me for the rest of my days. That I’ll live a thousand lives between her sheets, in her presence, with her laughter, if she’ll let me. Damn the rest of the world. Damn everyone else. She is where I want to be and I’ll build my life next to hers, if she wants me to.
Hell, I might do it anyway.
“Why was that so hot?” she whispers, once I’ve crawled to her feet and rise to place myself between her knees.
I kiss her from knee to thigh to inner thigh, my hands gripping on to the wooden base of her bed until it creaks under my grasp. She moans, tossing her head back as my eyes flick up to see her face.
“Can I taste you?” I ask, already approaching with my tongue dragging along her skin.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I don’t waste another moment, pressing my thumbs into the soft flesh of her inner thighs to push her legs farther apart. I breathe in the sweet, meadowy scent of her pussy before I swirl my tongue on every inch of available skin, already glistening with her arousal. This taste,hertaste, is a salve to both my swollen tongue and weary heart—a heady, salty yet sweet flavor belonging only to Prue. I cannot help but moan pathetically when I press the tip of my tongue inside of her and feel her pulsate around me, giving me more of her sweet nectar.
My hands find the skin of her hips, curling around them in a desperate grip, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed, nearer and nearer to me until a portion of her weight is supported by my shoulders and I feel properly suffocated by her.
God, to die like this would be a dream come true.
“Mi,” she hiccups, tightening her hold in my hair. I growl inresponse, knowing she wants me to slow down. “Mi, it-i-it’s too mmm-much.”
She knows what to do if she needs me to stop, we’ve said it every time we’ve been together in the past few weeks. Two taps and I’ll stop. I glance up to her, seeing the reddish hue across her tits, neck, and cheeks that makes my cock twitch in my pants.Push through it,I tell her with my eyes.
“Fuuuck!” She squeezes out the word, high-pitched and aching as I relentlessly fuck her with my tongue. “I’m coming!” she cries, both hands pulling at my hair as I glance up at her, watching as she comes undone. Seeing her like this, panting and pink and ringing out like a bell, is a gift I’ll never deserve. But I will try to earn it.
I kiss her everywhere, softly brushing my lips over her as she shakes, writhes, and begins to come down. I lick up the crease of her thighs, the wet flesh of her cunt, and every other spot below her waist that I dream of night after night, until she pulls me upward with that ever-tightening grip on my hair.
I don’t go willingly but when she tugs me upright, my back straight, on bent knees, my face perfectly lines up with her tits. I thankwhatevergod designed us both, and her bed too, for that. She cradles my head in both arms when I suck her nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue.
“So good.” She mewls. Then, releases a whiny, shaking, quiet moan as she strokes my hair.
My girl really does love having her tits played with.
I give them all of my attention until I notice one of her hands is missing from the back of my head and has found its place between her thighs. I eagerly watch her toy with her clit while I kiss, flick, bite, and suck at every part of her breast. My hand is draped along her jaw and neck as she sucks my thumb into her mouth and moans around it.
“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Just like me. You may have everyone fooled, making them all think you’re so sweet and innocent, but I know better, Prue. I see you. I see how badly you want it. You’re insatiable. I fuckin’ love it. I love—” I say aloud, caught up and beyond controlling the words spilling free. I’ll have to be careful or else three far more dangerous words could easily spill out as well. “You want my cock, don’t you, Killer?”
She nods, nipping at the tip of my thumb with a devious smirk. We make eye contact as I bite down on the side of her breast, sucking as much of her flesh into my mouth as I can. She hisses, exhaling a quickened breath as her eyes drift shut. I remove my thumb from her mouth and bring my hand slowly to the base of her throat.
“Get me ready,” she commands. I feel her deep swallow against my palm. “Touch me.”
I release her nipple with a wetpop,move to stand, then remove my sweatpants as she watches me with lust-filled eyes. As soon as I’m naked, I reach down to lift her into my arms, one hand under her knees and the other along her back. Prue giggles, smiling up at me as she braces for me to toss her onto the bed as I have so many times now. But, instead, I curl her in close to me, covering every inch of her face with kisses as I move onto my knees on the mattress. I lay her down softly, then brush her hair out of her face before pressing my lips to hers.
