“Uri,” I gasped.
“Yes?” he grunted as his movements picked up.
I was bouncing on him, my ass dropping onto his thighs every time I came down. His cock spearing into me, filling me, and making me full. I moaned as he hit that delicious spot my ex always had trouble finding. His knot slamming against my entrance.
“I’m going to cum,” I whimpered.
“Oh shit. You’re squeezing me. Fuck. Are you coming for me?” he groaned.
“Yes, I-I’m cumming, Uri,” I moaned as my nails dug into his back.
“I’ll cum with you,” he grunted. His thrusts picked up, his hands gripped my cheeks as he drove into me. His hand gripped the back of my head.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I cried.
“Sh, sh. You’re going to wake the house,” he said through clenched teeth. I bit my lip, loving how he struggled to keep quiet. He held me down as he drove into me over and over again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he thrust deeper than he had before.
“Uri,” I moaned as I came again.
“I’m cumming, Vera. I’m cumming with you,” he groaned.
He dropped his forehead to mine as he stilled. Warmth filled me and for a second I wished we didn’t have the condom to separate us. I loved the feeling of being filled. My breasts squished against his hard chest. He pressed a kiss to my nose and I lowered my gaze.
“You were amazing,” he whispered. He pulled me into the crook of his arm, tucking me against his side as if he never intended to let me go.
I closed my eyes, terrified by how right it felt. This didn’t feel like just sex. But as I listened to the steady beat of his heart, I faced the honest truth. I was already making a place for him in mine. And that scared me more than any ghost waiting for me back home.
When we came down from the high, I snuck a peek at him. His hard body flexed against mine, and my already warm cheeks flushed deeper. I rolled off of him, watching as Uriel got up to discard the condom. Before he could come back to bed or say a word, I slipped away into the bathroom.
Inside, I cleaned up and fixed my hair, my heart rate quickening the moment my dress was back in place. I was at acrossroads. Staying to cuddle would give him the wrong idea; leaving would draw the line. I needed to distance myself now, before I was at a place where I could truly hurt him.
My heart whispered that Uriel was nice—that we could have something great—but the rest of me knew better. Being “nice” was exactly what had trapped me with Amos.
No repeats. I’m taking care of myself. I’m going to be selfish, and there’s nothing wrong with that.
I pulled open the door and found him lying in bed, shirtless, the sight of him still demanding my attention. He blinked, his eyes locking on me as a goofy grin spread across his face. I felt a pang of guilt, but I forced myself to walk over and sit on the edge of his bed. I’d meant to just say thank you and walk out, but as I stood, the goofy grin on his face faltered. His hand reached out, fingers grazing my arm, and the light in his eyes dimmed into something heavy and sad—as if he already knew what I was about to do.
“That was fun,” I said, the word acting as my shield.
“It was,” he said sweetly, his eyes sparkling.
“I’m going to head out.” His smile dropped. I fought the urge to shrink or avoid his gaze. This wasn’t Amos. I didn’t have to look at the floor. I dug my nails into my palm, grounding myself as I met his eyes.
“You could stay… and we could do it again,” he whispered.
“I could… but that would give you the wrong impression, Uri. I don’t want a mate.”
He went still, running a hand through his hair. “Why?”
“I’m not ready,” I laughed, trying to keep it light. “I don’t want to scare you away.”
“You wouldn’t scare me,” he murmured, his fingers interlocking with mine. I stared at our hands, the tenderness felt like a language I’d forgotten how to speak. “I’m ready, Vera.”
“I’m not.” I held his gaze, feeling a hollow ache in my chest.
Silence stretched between us and I watched the hurt swim across his features. He swallowed, processing.
“That’s okay. I… appreciate your honesty,” he murmured, though the hurt was clear in his tone.
