Her hands framed my face, her eyes wide open and raw. My hips snapping, grinding us together with every thrust. She met me stroke for stroke, our skin slapping, her moans spilling into the air with the crackle of the fire. I felt the muscles in her thighs shudder against my sides, her nails digging into my shoulders, dragging me closer.
Could I be what she needed? Could I keep giving myself like this without it breaking us both? Then she spoke.
“Wilder… don’t look away.”
“I won’t,” I rasped, and I didn’t.
Not when she cried my name like it was the only word she knew. Not when her body clenched so tight around me I saw stars. Not when I was fighting to hold on, to keep from spilling inside her right then.
“I want to come over your tits,” I groaned, my voice breaking. “Spill my cum on you. Mark you with it.”
“Do it,” she said, licking her lips. “Take your dick and jerk off over me.” Her eyes glittered with hunger, making me harder, making me want to stay buried inside her forever.
Pulling out of her made my chest ache, but the thought of marking her made my blood thrum.
“Look at me, Brownie,” I gritted out, taking myself in my hand, slick from her desire, and pumping hard. My balls tightened, every muscle in my body coiling.
Tally’s lips parted. “In my mouth. I want you in my mouth.”
“If you say so.” I shoved my cock between her soft, deep pink lips and set my hand at the back of her head. “Take it, Brownie. Fuck my mouth and swallow every last drop.”
I hit the back of her throat, her eyes glassy as they looked up at me.
“Want me to stop?”
She shook her head, gripping my wrist, urging me deeper. When her hand slid to her clit, rubbing in quick circles, I spilled into her with a groan, hips jerking, holding myself down her throat like I could make her minefrom the inside out. She swallowed every single drop, looking up at me a smile of deep satisfaction. As I moved to pull away, she tightened her lips around my length, sucking every inch until I was fully out and she licked the end like it was a popsicle.
“Fucking incredible,” I said on a groan, dropping down on top of her, my arm above her head, my fingers threading through her messy hair. “Thank you,”
Wrecked and panting, I stayed there, forehead pressed to hers, because letting go felt impossible, so as I rolled to my back I took her with me. Lying tangled and still, heartbeats syncing, breath slowing, I pulled a wool throw over her and tucked it in tight like I was sealing something precious in place. Dropping a kiss to the top of her head, I whispered, “World’s a mess, Brownie. But right now, in this room, with you, it feels like the only thing that makes sense.”
She pressed her cheek to my chest, her voice a faint thread against my skin. “So let’s just stay here for now, where nothing hurts.”
Outside, the wind clawed at the windows, but in the cabin, with her wrapped into my side, it felt like the world had gone still. The kind of quiet you don’t question. The kind you hold your breath to keep.
I didn’t know if it felt the same for her but for me, something had shifted. Irrevocably.
Knowing she’d been someone else’s. That he’d tried to control her. That he’d left marks that didn’t show on her skin but settled somewhere deeper. That wrecked me more than I could admit.
And now, having seen what it did to her, having felt her press into me like I was a safe place to land. Hell, there was no coming back from that.
Chapter 13
Can’t Get You out of My Head – Kylie Minogue
Tally
Fingers stroked my belly, skimming the edge of my pubic bone. A whisper of a promise to go lower. Soft lips at my neck eliciting a quiet moan and a tremble of relaxed limbs.
“You smell like bed,” Wilder’s tone was deep and throaty, full of sleep.
Full of a well relaxed sleep.
“Shit, Wilder! What time is it?”
He groaned, burying his face into the cushion. “Late enough that Nash is probably already planning my funeral.”
“It’s morning, you idiot. We fell asleep.”
