“Can this be our forever?” I ask.
“Yes.” He pulls me in, lifts me, and spins me. The room blurs. My head tips back, laughter spilling out of me as the walls tilt and move away.
I tap his chest and pull myself closer. My face hovers above his as he lowers me back to the floor.
“I have to go,” I whisper. My hands cup his cheeks. I press my lips to his. “But I don’t want to.”
His tongue slips past my mouth, twists with mine. He kisses me hard, moving me across the room, steering me back toward the kitchen. He leans me against the counter and slides my hips up onto the cool marble.
I’m hungry.He signs.
I bite my lip and spread my legs, drawing him closer. His eyes lift to mine, creasing as he smiles. He steps in and pulls my black T-shirt over my head. His mouth brushes my neck. Teeth catch my skin. He moves down, cups my breasts, and drags his teeth across my nipple.
“I guess you’ll have your little sister for breakfast,” I say, smiling.
He laughs against my chest. I press a hand to the back of his head and guide him lower.
I lean back, my head tipping as his breath ghosts over my skin. His hands slide along my thighs, holding me open. His tongue traces from my clit down, then back up. His teeth graze me, and he pulls me closer, mouth working, fingers parting me as his tongue pushes in, curling and twisting.
I moan as my fingers curl into his hair, tangling there as he pushes two fingers inside me, sliding in and out while his tongue works my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my moans breaking louder.
I drag my hand to my mouth and bite down as my inner walls start to clamp around his fingertips.
He rises, straightening toward me. His free hand slides down my thighs to my waist, pulling me closer, while his other hand keeps me open, his palm pulsing against my clit.
I lean in, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as I tilt my face, scanning his. He presses his mouth to mine, his tongue slipping past my lips, making me taste myself.
“Beg,” he breathes against my mouth as his pace quickens. I feel myself throb against his hand, and I roll my hips over his fingers.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please.” I catch his lip between my teeth, dragging it until I taste blood. “Make me come.” My breath stutters. “You know this pussy is just yours, Judas.”
“Fuck,” the word breaks out of him.
He hooks his fingers deeper, pulling them up inside me, curling them just right, making every movement burn through me. He shoves his gray sweatpants down, pulls his hand free, and strokes himself once before guiding his hard cock to me. His hands grab my ass and pull me back as he pushes inside.
I lock my eyes on his, holding his gaze as he drives deep. I feel all of him. Every thrust, every pull, every inch that pushes me closer to the edge.
My breath spills from my mouth as my eyes roll back, and I collapse against his shoulders while he drags me closer.
He cups my cheek and lifts my face, forcing my eyes to meet his as he steals every sound from my mouth.
“I can’t,” I gasp, my vision blurring, my body trembling on the edge.
He tangles his hand in my hair and tilts my head back, dragging his teeth along my neck before biting into my skin.
I cry out, but he doesn’t slow. His pace grows rougher, deeper, until I feel him harden inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans against my throat. He grabs my face and pulls me in, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth,swallowing my breath as he locks me there, losing himself inside me.
We stay like that for a second, his forehead pressed to mine, then he steps back, pulling out of me.
I bite my lip and look at him. My thumb rises to my mouth, teeth catching on my nail as I whisper, “You might be chaos to the world, but you’re peace to me.”
He smiles, then signs,You’re home to me.
“You are my home, Judas.” I grab his hand and pull him closer, my eyes burning. “You silly goose.” I roll my eyes and swipe at the tears.
