“I know,” he whispers, dragging his cock out slow, too fucking slow—before driving back in with a force that sends sparks up my spine, or maybe my pussy. “I got you…”thrust. “I got you.” Another thrust. Followed by another. My walls flutter around him before clamping down on him like a vice. “I fucking got you.”
That’s when it happens, heat snaps inside me, a sharp and uncontrollable pressure I’ve been holding breaks. A rush floods out of me, warm and messy, splattering down my thighs, coating my stomach, and dripping onto the floor.
“Damn a squirter, huh?” he rasps, with awe. With that, he adjusts his angle, one hand tightening on my hip and the other guiding me to bend further.
“Arch more,” he orders softly. I fold down for him, pressing my chest as close to the floor as I can, sliding against my own slick. Offering him everything, not caring that my squirt literally splashes over my stomach.
“Fuck, Ronnie,” he rasps. “You’re letting me have all of you, aren’t you, ma?”
His thumb slides down my spine, following the line of sweat rolling down it.
“You feel that?” Isaac thrusts into me. “That’s mine.”
My nails dig into the floor, my body rocking to meet his hips, still shaking, making it hard for me to hold myself up. Every thrust pushes me deeper into the reality I've been trying not to face, that after tonight, nothing will ever feel like this again. No one will ever touch me like this again. No one will ever love me this broken, this honest, and this fucking violent.
“Say it,” he demands, his movements growing rougher and more frenzied. I’m fucking gone, my voice hoarse from the insane amount of screaming and groaning. I bet his neighbors know his name by now as I scream it again. The sound urges him to go harder and deeper. “Tell me who’s inside you, Ronnie.”
“You,” I choke out, my vision swims, stars bursting at the edges. “You, baby…”
“That’s fucking right.” His lips brush the back of my neck. “My girl. Even when you’re walking away from me.”
He pumps into me with a harshness that has my body collapsing to the floor, his hand moves between me and the floor as he lifts my ass back into him. “You’re still fucking mine. Mi fuckingmujer.Mi mundo. Mi todo.”4
That’s when the dam inside me completely collapses. My orgasm rips through me again. A molten wave shoots through every nerve as another gush pours out of me, soaking the wooden floor. My scream dies inmy throat.
“Fuck… Fuck…” he chokes, losing his rhythm, hips stuttering, and his breath ragged. Iz pumps one last time before his body seizes above mine, spilling into me with a guttural sound that doesn’t even sound human. When it’s over, he doesn’t pull away. He stays inside me for a moment, his chest pressed to my back, both of us shaking and breathing heavy. Still not ready to let go because we know when he pulls out, nothing will ever be the same again.
1. So sweet
2. Get freaky for me
3. Witchling
4. My fucking woman. My world. My everything.
Chapter Forty Two
Veronica
Idon’t know how long we remain tangled in each other's embrace before deciding to move from the floor to somewhere more comfortable… his bed. Isaac lets out a content breath as he pulls me into his chest, inhaling me before his hand finds mine, bringing them to the air. He lines up our fingers, showing visually how much smaller I am compared to him. How delicate they are against his calloused fingers.
“Stay the night,” he whispers, half asleep by the tone of his voice. My throat burns, my eyes even more as the tears begin to gather. “We should talk tomorrow.”
“Sure,” I lie softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw and flushing against him. “Sleep, Iz.”
“Only if you do,” he mutters, his arms tightening around me, strong and protective, making me feel warm and safe. Making my heart ache, guilt working its way through my system. Infected with indecision. I close my eyes when he buries his face in my hair, letting out a heavy and exhausted breath. “I love you,ma.” Iz grips my thigh, swinging it over his hips, closing whatever gap stood between us. “So damn much, my pretty little sunflower.”
For a moment, I melt into him. Allowing his words to carve themselves into me. Allowing myself to pretend for one last hour that this could be our life. That I can find peace right here, but the truth is, I think more clearly when we are apart. My brain isn’t clouded with his comfort, and without that, I can see how much help I truly need. Plus, he needs to focus on what he needs to without hindering himto be the man he needs to be for that. My thoughts drift into nothing as I breathe him while he holds me through my goodbye. I pull away when his breathing deepens, and his grip loosens just enough for me to slip beneath him without waking him up. Guilt gnaws in my chest. Sitting there, I just look at him sleeping like I did when we were back in that basement. Like I did back when we were teens. A single tear slides down my cheek. The pain hollows me out, making me question if I’m truly doing the right thing. I take in a shaky breath as I trace the curve of his jaw. His nose. And every part I’ve been dying to touch. “I love you,” I whisper, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the lips. “I hope you forgive me… I didn’t stay the night. This is also not a goodbye, it’s see you later. Something I need to do for me.”
With that, I rise to my feet, quickly gathering my clothes and trying to be as quiet as I can. I don’t bother to clean any part of my skin he touched, claimed, and owned. I’ll keep the scent of him on me for as long as I can. Slipping into my wet clothes, my body tenses from the uncomfortable sensation that makes me want to crawl out of my skin. My phone pings, from somewhere on the floor, and I know my time here is up. Creeping towards it, I unlock the screen and reply to the message.
Lex:
Outside
Me:
Be right down
