I'm powerless to do anything other than what she's commanded, so I roll over her, spreading her thighs wider with my size.
"I won't be able to stop," I rasp out.
"No one said I wanted you to." Her nails dig into my arms, and her legs wrap around me, pulling me closer.
I have barely enough room between us to reach down and notch at her entrance. Managing it, I pause there, jerking my questioning gaze up at her.
When she doesn't give a rebuttal, I shove forward, my hand leaving my dick as it finds its home.
Her warm, tight cunt welcomes me inside, and I moan, dropping my face to hers, our foreheads connecting.
"Fuck, you're big," she whispers.
"You can take me," I remind her.
As I work myself deeper with each stroke, I widen my knees on the bed, taking hers from around me, so that I can fuck her harder, deeper.
I need everything from her.
Before, I worried that the connection between us would change with her being awake, and it has.
It feels... overpowering.
Greer captures my lips, and the kiss has my thrusts slowing and lengthening as I drag out of her body to the tip before thrusting back inside, creating a rhythm that'll have me coming soon.
Greer's fluttering walls around me are too fucking good, and I want to warn her to knock it off, but I also want more.
I want every bit of what I've been missing when she's been asleep.
"Fuck, you feel so goddamned good." My lips hover close, our breathing mixing.
"Better than when I'm unconscious?" she asks, and I would be shocked if I weren't preoccupied.
"God, yes," I reply.
What's the harm in her knowing?
The connection between us, the attraction, only balloons into something larger as we both collectively work toward our own ends.
We're both damned, that's what this feels like.
She has to feel it, too.
She comes with a scream and drags me beneath the inky depths with her. My sweat-slick forehead presses against hers as I capture her lips, jerkily moving inside her, spent.
When I come up for air and pull out of her, she exhales shakily.
"Well, there's no going back from here, poison."
"That was... This is... I don't even know your name." Her anxiety becomes palpable between us as I linger over her.
Like it's seeping through my skin.
I open my mouth to tell her, and the bedroom door bursts open.
"Koen Grady! Get out of bed with your hands up!" a man screams as other agents fill the room.
My eyes lock on Greer. I watch a mix of confusion, relief, and panic flicker through them in the blink of an eye.
