So fucking terrifying.
Instinctively, I started to move, pulling out until her body squeezed the head of my cock before I pushed back in. I moved slowly, savoring the slick feel of her around me. Her body was warm and so, so soft, and she felt so fucking good that I almost couldn't believe it was real. I wanted to take my time, to make this moment last as long as possible, but my body urged me to go faster. Harder.
"Oh, fuck…Tristan. Please…More…"
Her breathless words were all the encouragement I needed. Rising onto my elbows, I picked up the pace, thrusting deep inside of her until my balls were slapping against her and my heart was hammering in my chest. Luna moaned, her body arching beneath me, helping me go deeper still. I felt her tightening around me, like she was trying to pull me in, to make me a part of her.
And, oh fuck, I wanted that more than anything. To sink so deep inside of her, there was nothing but Luna.
But that thing inside me was still there, lurking in the shadows. I could feel it watching, waiting for the moment when I would lose control and let it take over. I tried to fight it, to keep myself in check, but it was too much. It was all too fucking much.
Luna's cries grew louder, more desperate. Sweat glistened on her skin and she tensed beneath me. I wanted to make her come, to give her the release she so desperately needed. And that focused me.
Ducking my head, I sucked one nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over the hard bud before nipping it with my teeth.
Luna bucked beneath me and cried out.
I lost control, my body moving on its own now with little direction from me. I thrust harder, deeper, faster. Luna trembled beneath me, the force of my cock pounding into her, shoving her body up on the mattress, but I couldn't stop. I needed this. I needed to feel her around me, to feel her surrender to me.
Luna threw her head back on the pillow, and my name left her lips on a cry. And then she came, her body convulsing beneath me, clenching my swollen cock with her orgasm. I thrust harder, my muscles shaking as the bottom of my spine tingled and my balls tightened.
With an animalistic cry, I joined her, my cock pulsing as I released inside of her. I didn't know if I was hurting her. I was too lost in the moment. Lost in the pleasure and the pain of not knowing where she ended and I began. And in that moment, I felt a strange sense of relief.
I was finally free.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, still shaking. I felt her heart pounding against my chest and her lungs fighting for breath, just as mine were.
With a moan of relief and regret, I pulled out and rolled off her.
We laid there in the dark, catching our breath, until I got up and went into the attached bathroom to get something to clean her off.
"I can do that myself if you'll untie me," she said when I came back with a towel. Leaving it on the bed, I pulled on my lounge pants and long-sleeved shirt. It would be hot, but I wasn't readyfor her to see the horrors underneath. Not yet. I was already feeling too unbalanced by what had just happened. I didn't clean myself. I wanted to sleep with her cum coating my cock.
When I was dressed, I untied her ankles and then her wrists. Backing away, I gave her room to get up. "Thank you," she told me shyly. Then she gestured toward the bathroom. "Can I just…?"
"Of course."
I stared after her as she grabbed up the towel and headed to the bathroom, completely nonplussed by her nudity. My eyes fell to her lush ass, and I wished I'd had the forethought to turn on the light.
Once she was behind the closed door, my eyes fell to the rumpled blankets on my bed, unsure of what to do with her now. I'd promised her she could sleep in a real bed tonight, and that meant sleeping with me, as this bed was the only bed in the house. But I suddenly wanted her back in the cell. The cell was where she belonged. Where she was safe. I was too on edge, and I needed time to sort through everything that had happened.
Walking over to the window, I stared out into the darkness, trying to process not just what happened here tonight, but…everything. The night air was cool against my heated skin as it seeped through the old window, but I barely noticed.
Visions of Luna underneath me slammed around my head, casting light into the darkest corners of my soul. Lifting my hand, I put my fingers in my mouth. I could still taste her. I could still smell her on my skin. She was a part of me now. She was mine. And I wanted to keep her.
No. I wasn't thinking straight, because doing that would redefine my entire existence, and the weight of it left me feeling confused. Confined in a way I hadn't known since I was a child. I took a step back, rejecting the vision dancing around in my head. One of a life where someone was waiting at home for me. Someone who would smile at me when they saw me, the way Veda and Sera smiled at Luca and Enzo. Someone who cared about me.
Would I be able to care about Luna the same way? To…love her?
Love was an alien concept to me. I watched the way Luca acted with Veda. And Enzo with Sera. I didn't have those kinds of feelings. Yet, it was obvious I wasn't indifferent to Luna. Not at all. I felt a new crack in my carefully constructed armor every time I was around her.
But that was impossible. Sociopaths didn't feel emotions. Not the way everyone else did.
Perhaps this was nothing but a fleeting obsession. I felt a connection to Luna because of our shared traumas with Gino, and that was all it was.
I rubbed my temples, refusing to acknowledge the small, secret part of me that knew it was more. My interest in her may have started out as nothing but a reaction, a need to protect someone who couldn't protect themselves. But now it was more. Much, much more.
And that was dangerous. Not only for Luna. But for Luca and Enzo. And, mostly, for myself.
