They’d had sex too many times to count, and her moans were burned into his mind. He could hear them as if she were here with him now, and he could almost feel her beneath him, battling for control. She would relinquish it to him in the end. She always did.
Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stroked slowly, thinking of her perfect body and the way her arousal covered him as he slid in and out of her. He missed the soft pants she made when he pulled her nipples into his mouth and sucked them between his teeth, only to bite down to hear her cry out.
His head fell back as his hand squeezed around the tip of his dick before sliding back down to the base. The palm of his hand was nothing compared to her pussy, and there was no slapping of skin in the air, but he could pretend.
His imagination ran away from him as his strokes came faster with the image of his cock slamming into her while shadows held her arms above her head.
He’d slow down to a painful pace, relishing in the way her inner muscles throbbed around him.It was a sensation like no other.
“Faster,” she’d demand, and he’d refuse to give her what she wanted.
Torturing her was an addiction. He’d wrap one of her legs around his waist and throw the other over his shoulder as he lifted her hips for a new angle that allowed him to dive deeper.
Then he’d give in, unable to help himself, and slam into her hard enough to make her scream.
“Yell for me,” he’d command as he slammed into her again, and she’d obey because she always did. His name would echo around their room, and when his thumb found her clit, she would tumble over the edge.
Her cries were music to his ears, and he slapped the shower wall with a moan as his cum mixed with the water dripping down the marble. As he emptied himself, his strokes slowed with his heavy breaths.
The wall was cool against his skin as he rested his forehead against it.
She’d always been his fantasy, but now she was one he couldn’t have.
5
ERDIKOA
Rory sat up,covered in sweat, with a racing heart. She placed her hand over her chest and willed herself to calm down.It was only a dream.
Seeing Bane had shaken her, but what unsettled her more was her soul whispering to believe him.At least in her dream, it did.Hadher time in Vincula made her an idiot?
Her soul whispered things her entire life, whether it was colors or simple gut feelings. It’d never steered her wrong.
Throwing back the blanket, she stood and padded to the bathroom to splash water on her face. She’d never seen Bane up close, and it was nauseating to learn he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, but he looked different somehow. Why did she remember him differently? Had too much time passed?
She splashed more water on her face and relieved herself before sitting back on the bed, unable to shake the dream. Bane didn’t seem surprised when she attacked him; he expected it, but he’d never seen Rory before. That she knew of, anyway.
He bested her. Was her mind telling her to trainharder? Her breath hitched, and she clenched her fists in her lap, reminded of Cora’s soul trapped somewhere.
No. She’d been given a second chance at a life, and she couldn’t throw it away to seek revenge. A day ago, she would have made plans to continue her search for him, but now, she realized some things were more important than vengeance.
Bile rose in her throat. She had to choose between putting her family through hell again to save Cora’s soul and leaving Cora’s soul trapped forever in order to keep her family from suffering more heartbreak at her hand. The wordunfairdidn’t do her situation justice.
She sighed, telling herself not to seek Bane out, but if the opportunity to kill him arose, she would take it.
Standing, she grabbed the clothes she wore yesterday and pulled them on. She’d ask Lauren to take her by her old apartment to pick up her things.
Besides, she wanted to see Keith and Kordie, assuming Dume told the truth about them wanting to see her. Buying a cell phone was a top priority. And a job.
Rory stepped into the hallway and ran into her father. A smile tugged at her lips as she hugged him.
“Good morning,” he greeted and kissed the top of her head.
“Good morning.” She untangled herself from his arms and stepped back. He looked tired. “How was work at the clinic? I didn’t realize there was a night shift.”
He patted her shoulder and started toward the stairs. “Come eat breakfast with me, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
As she approached the stairs, she groaned as something inside her recoiled. Her feet faltered.Since when did stairs bother her?
