The need to make this exquisite pleasure last, to wring every drop of enjoyment.
The need to forge ahead, to reach my shuddering climax so I can start again from the beginning.
And it’s option B that wins, that was always going to win because there’s no way I have the self-control to stave off my impending orgasm, not with this girl who is utter perfection.
I let go of her hands to slide mine down her body to her waist, my hands finding the perfect grip to hold her tight while my cockpounds into her, no pretence at going slow, at holding back, not any longer.
And I raise one of those plump thighs, my fingertips disappearing into her flesh as I clutch her tighter and tighter, exerting more and more force, making her shake, making the bed shake, making the whole fuckinghouseshake as I plunge into her again and again and again.
A starburst of colour explodes behind my eyes, the low hum of my quickening heartbeat in my ears, then the drag of her walls and the clench of her cunt and the tears, the fucking glorious show of emotion like molten crystals are spilling down her cheeks, they all combine to drive me over the edge.
I thrust hard into her, high into her, pound her like it’s a punishment and a reward. My release bursts from me as I feel her muscles flutter, feel her orgasm drawing my seed higher inside her.
One last thrust and a roar tears from my throat. Too loud, so loud I smother it against her shoulder, biting deeply, deeper than my contract allows but I can’t make myself stop.
Everything’s too perfect, too right, and I finally feel it, for the first time ever, that sense of connection. The sense that this person is the right person for me. That we’re comingling, joining so closely, so completely, we might as well be one.
Emotion floors me.
I shake until my arms give way, collapsing to the side so I don’t crush her, gathering her in my arms, tucking her against my chest, holding her like she’s the only precious thing left in this dysfunctional world.
I hold her close and stroke her hair, playing with it as my body hums in the aftermath of my orgasm. Protective urges make me cling to her. If someone came near in this instance, I would growl in warning, then attack.
She draws her knees to her chest as my mind drifts, dozing and waking, the minutes floating by.
When reality makes some headway, I reach for a box of tissues from the bedside table, pulling out half a dozen, wiping her clean between her legs.
And when I pull them away, I frown. They’re streaked with blood. There’s another smear on my chest, just a tiny bit.
“I think you’ve started your period.”
She shuffles away from me, and I haul her back into position, chuckling against her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I don’t mind if there’s a mess.”
But she’s stiff and shaking, muscles tensing until she’s impossible to hold.
My thoughts sharpen into focus as my senses relay more information. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, one hand clamping across her mouth as she sobs out loud, eyes widening like she expects me to object.
My throat clutches.
She looksterrified.
Not playing a role. Not reciting a script. I can see the pulse jumping in her neck, hammering at twice the normal speed.
A knock comes on the door, so unexpected I yelp, then get to my feet. But I can’t make myself move to the door. I stare at the pink-haired girl, and she stares back at me, hands still clamped over her mouth.
My heartbeat is loud in my ears, racing. My brain refuses to form any cohesive thought beyond the worrying sensation that something’s gone terribly, horribly wrong.
CHAPTER FIVE
AVON
There’sa moment on Sunday morning where I feel okay. I wake from a fitful doze, groggy from lack of sleep, a few aches, but nothing worse.
Then memories from last night hit me harder than a punch. I curl into a ball but that does nothing to halt the devastation playing out inside my head. The more I shove the thoughts away, the worse it feels when they hurtle straight back.
Last night, I’d walked straight from the front door to the shower, scrubbing my skin raw, mind numbed with shock until I barely felt the pain.
