Could feel when the first rays climbed over the peak. Girl breaking apart and spikes of light streaking through the room.
Blinding.
Disorienting.
The need that I felt.
Something so much bigger than I could ever allow myself.
The walls of her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she continued to rip and tear at my hair. Like somewhere inside her, she knew how desperately I needed to feel.
I wanted the burn and the pain and the realness of what she was. So, I sucked it down for as long as I could, drawing her pleasure out.
Her body twitched and shook as the orgasm flickered and danced through every cell of her being.
She was gasping when I slowly edged back.
On my knees staring up at the angel who’d somehow shown up at my door.
My torment.
My grief.
The last fucking beat of my mangled heart.
Tenderness filled her features as she struggled to get her breath. To come back down from the delusion where I wanted us to stay.
“You good?” The question was hard, though my palms were soft as I ran them up and down the outside of her legs, needing to make sure that I hadn’t pushed her too far.
With a trembling hand, she reached out and brushed her fingertips down my cheek. “Nothing has ever felt better than that. Never. Not once in my life.”
A wave of possession crashed over me.
My cock throbbed at my jeans.
I wanted to tell her that she hadn’t even had me. That I’d only just begun. That she had no fucking clue what I had in store for her.
“Not sure you could handle what I want to do to you.” The words were gravel. Dropping like stones that began to topple before a full rockslide decimated everything.
I needed to resurrect the barrier I never should have lowered.
Except a fresh wave of desire spilled out of her, and the heavy heat of her scent invaded my senses.
Those eyes flamed with wild interest. This woman who had always trusted me when she shouldn’t.
In restraint, I ground my molars, and I turned and snatched her underwear from the floor and wound them up her legs.
She sat forward a fraction, her legs dangling to the sides as I remained kneeling between them. My chest heaved and my body strained as catastrophic thoughts banged through my brain.
My hands tingled with the need to dive right back in.
So close to cracking, I turned and pressed my mouth to the inside of her knee, needing to touch her one more time but knowing I had to put an end to this.
Then I forced myself to stand.
I towered over the woman who gazed up at me like I was some kind of dream and not the monster who had ruined her life.
Tentatively, she brushed her fingers over the pounding at my chest then started to trace them down my abdomen.
