All of a sudden, my pleasure crested, sending soul-shattering waves up my spine and all the way down to my toes.
Was I dead?
Was this Heaven?
When I came back to myself, it was almost as if the cycle had restarted. I was empty, but hands still caressed me. I think I sobbed.
Time felt obsolete as gentle touches worshiped my body.
There was nothing but pleasure.
By the time his fingers returned to my hole, it was no longer oversensitive from my orgasm.
This time, he only pumped his digits into me a few times, then withdrew them.
There was a thick and insistent pressure at my rim, and then the head of his dick nudged in. He sank forward inch by inch, filling me completely, his hips flush against my ass. I felt every vein, every pulse as he bottomed out. The fullness was overwhelming in the silence, my body clenching around him, pulling him deeper.
Each slap of skin on skin vibrated through me.
He fucked me hard, one hand pinning my hip while the other held my throat.
Again, time seemed to blur.
I wasn’t sure how long he spent thrusting into me, but the heat flooding my insides signaled the end.
He collapsed over me, breath ragged against my neck.
We stayed like that for a long time.
13
Jace
“Bye, Elior. I’ll see you next week.”
I raised my head, abandoning the frustrating news story I’d been reading on my phone. Elior was walking towards me, the door leading from the waiting room to Mark’s office softly shutting behind him.
“Hey, baby,” I said, standing from my seat and pulling him in for a hug. “How’d it go?”
He let me hold him, but his arms didn’t come up right away. His cheek rested against my shoulder.
“Okay,” he murmured.
Notgood. Notfine. Just okay.
I kissed the top of his head and didn’t push. “Yeah?” I asked gently.
He nodded once, then pulled back. His face was composed—no red eyes, no trembling mouth—but the light was dimmer behind his gaze.
Every time he came out like this, I knew who they’d talked about.
Malachi.
“Let’s go,” I said, keeping my voice easy. “Do you still want to stop by the bakery? It’s okay if you just want to head straight home.”
“I don’t know…” Light blue eyes peeked up at me, silently asking for me to decide for him. Sometimes even the smallest of decisions could overwhelm him, especially if he was already mentally exhausted from speaking about his father.
It wasn’tjusthis father, either. It was sorting through the rubble of a shattered belief system, wondering whether there had ever been any truth in it at all. It was coming to terms with the fact that all the punishments enacted against him and the other members of the Covenant had never been justified—just abuse.
