My heart is beating so fast in my chest that I can’t think—I’m dizzy with it, with how close he is. With howsincerehe sounds. I open my mouth to tell him I think I might be in love with him, and all that comes out is…
“Mass murderer.”
Streeter stops kissing me. “What?”
“You… said… you said you were a mass murderer, not a…” I trail off. “Forget about it. Kiss me again?”
Streeter gives me the oddest expression before he surges forward, pressing me back onto the couch as his mouth lands on mine. The heat of his body permeates through me, chasing the chills that still try to linger beneath my skin. With him this close, I’m not sure why I ever thought I needed to leave, why I thought I needed to give him space.
With him this close, the only thing I can think about is how much I don’t want whatever happened between us to end.
“Streeter?” I finally manage to tear my lips away from him long enough to speak, though he doesn’t seem like he’s in the mood to stop. He drops from my lips to my neck, sucking my skin hard enough that I know he’s going to leave behind a bruise, and hard enough that he definitely tears a moan from my throat before I can think to hold it in.
“Hm?” Is the best I get as his arms slide around my waist, fingers greedy when they dip beneath my shirt. The heat of them sliding against my chilled skin makes me gasp again.
“I-if…” Coherent thought isn’t really my friend as I try to speak. “If you meant what you said?—”
“Of course, I meant what I said.” He turns those golden eyes up to me, and they’re blazing like the fire in front of us.
“If you really meant it,” I continue on, forcing myself to speak over the way his expression goes darker. “Fuck me right here in front of the fire like you want me to believe you.” I can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, or how bold I sound, but at the same time, it makes sense. “Fuck me hard enough that I won’t try to run again.” I lean in, my fingers shaking when they slowly slide through his hair, and I press my mouth against his. I’m not demanding it—I’m begging. “Show me that you want to keep me—show me hard enough that I can’t help but believe you.Make mebelieve you.”
His pupils blow, and this close, it’s all I can see. It consumes me, a black hole dragging me in and telling me I’m probably asking for more than I can handle, that Streeter might actually break me to prove the point I’m demanding he burn across my soul.
Good.
That’s what this whole trip has been—me breaking, me falling apart. It’s everything that has ever held me back or made me doubt myself dying and shattering and being reborn.
This is the last thing. I need him to kill the part of me that thinks I’m not worth keeping. I want to be reborn in the feel of him ripping me to pieces.
I want to take my first real breath with my lips pressed to his—I want to feel my heart beat for the first time with our bodies entwined.
“Hummingbird.” Streeter is already pulling me in front of the fireplace and laying the blankets he’d wrapped around my body on the floor in a little nest.
“Hm?”
“You’re never going to get rid of me now,” he murmurs. His teeth feel sharp against my throat. “I’ll chase you if you try to run, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to get in my way.”
I have one word to answer that.
“Good.”
It’s proof of exactly what we’ve been getting up to that Streeter doesn’t have to get up to find the lube he stashed by the fireplace. His hands are warm as he strips us both down, and I’m caught up in the way the fire glows on his skin while he slicks his fingers and slides them between my legs.
My body goes limp when he thrusts two thick digits inside me, ready and willing to open up for him. The taste of my pulse on the back of my tongue is nearly too much to breathe around, but Streeter doesn’t give me a chance to try. He brings his mouth back to mine and kisses me until it’s his air filling my lungs, his demand that draws a moan from me and makes me gasp.
“Fuck, please…” I whimper, and I know I sound desperate, but he seems to eat it up. Streeter licks along my jawline and crooks his fingers, adding a third and stretching me until the pressure is almost too much while it also isn’tenough. “Ineedyou.”
His eyes burn as bright as the fire at my words, but Streeter pulls his hand back and shifts to slot himself between my legs. One arm slides beneath my knee, lifting me up so he can press the tip of his cock against my slick hole, and the other drops to the blanket beside my head.
“Tell me what you want, Hummingbird,” Streeter breathes as he stares down at me.
“Everything.” It’s what I wanted to say before, it’s what I’vebeenwanting to say. “I want everything, Streeter. And I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can give it to me. Just you.”
After that, there’s nothing but motion. Streeter’s hips thrust forward hard enough that the air nearly knocks from my lungs, and he catches the gasp in another kiss as he fucks me. It’s so… intimate like this. We’re breathing each other’s air, feeding one another pants and moans. It’s not just the way his cock dives inside me, driving me wild—it’s him.
It’s the halo of his eyes as he watches me like he wants to burn the memory of this moment across his soul. It’s how good it feels when his arms slide around me and he pulls me closer, letting me feel the friction of his abs flexing against my cock while he fucks me hard and deep.
It’s not just fucking—it’s claiming.
