“Get fucked,” Blaze moans, struggling to keep her heavy eyelids from falling.
Displeasure cuts down my spine. “I saidwho’s my dirty little whore? You want to come, Blaze? Then you better fucking say it, or else you’re walking out of here with my come dripping down your thighs.”
“You’re pulling out,” she threatens.
A smirk splits across my face. “Or what? You’re so helpless like this,” I tease, slamming into her with brutal, unrelenting strokes. “How do you think you’re going to stop me?”
I cut off her oxygen before she can respond, but still, I manage to hear her whisper the words I want to hear.I’m yours, Kohen.
Once I start rubbing her clit, it doesn’t take long for her to hit me aimlessly as her core tightens around me and she’s gasping my name, choking my cock for everything that it’s worth. Her hips buckle against mine as white heat blinds me, sending pleasure to each corner of my body as I coat the inside of her with my come. She tries to kick me away, but I hold firm, emptying myself out and marking her in more ways than one.
“You prick!” Blaze yells as soon as I release her throat and ease out of her.
Using my fingers to push my come back into her pussy, I rumble against her ear, “If you let any of it fall out, I’m taping your pussy shut once I’m done filling you next time.”
Blaze hasn’t said a word since we left the house in a state ready for the cops. Her arms are limp around my shoulders and her soft snores brush the side of my neck, and I have to carefully adjust herlegs around my waist so as not to wake her when she only stopped shaking ten minutes ago.
The sky slowly lightens with the coming dawn. My arms are dead, my back is killing me, and it feels like my legs are going to give out as I continue walking aimlessly through the forest just to let Blaze sleep a little longer.
I’ve always wanted this too.
For her to trust me enough to let her guard down. To let me bear her burdens.
She’d freeze up every time she saw McGill’s body while we were cleaning. Sex was a temporary distraction, but reality always comes back, and hers is bleaker than most. She thought I didn’t notice how her hands shook or that I heard her throw up again. But I noticed it all.
She may have chinks in her armor, but it’s still ironclad. There’s no doubting her resilience. When she wakes up, the events of the past forty-eight hours will hit like a ton of bricks. It will probably still hurt tomorrow, the day after, and maybe even months from now. But she’ll get through it, and I’ll be there every second of the way. Nothing will separate us.
Just before the sun tips over the horizon, I head back into school. Somehow, she must know our night is coming to an end because she stirs in my arms and I hold her tighter, not wanting to let her go.
“Not yet,” Blaze’s warm breath fans over my heated skin.
“I’d do this all night if my arms weren’t about to fall off.”
“You lack the dedication,” she murmurs sleepily.
I smirk and gently kiss the top of her hooded head. “Dedication is all I’ve had for years becausesomeonekept being a bitch.”
“Your fault.” She snorts softly as she nuzzles closer to my neck. “We can sit. You’re comfy.”
A soft smile spreads across my lips. “Do you think you can just order me around?”
“Yes.”
God, she’s fucking right.
I station us on a log hidden away from any of the main buildings. Blaze doesn’t move from her spot, keeping her arms and legs around me as if she’s fusing herself to me—I like it too much to fathom. I want this girl tattooed onto my skin and engraved into my heart, so even when I die, I’ll still have a part of her with me.
“How do you feel?” The words feel different on my tongue. I’ve never asked anyone that before. Blaze has always worn her emotions on her sleeve, so it’s never been very hard to work her out. But she needs to talk about what happened.
“Fantastic,” she says sarcastically.
“How do you feel?” I repeat, my voice lower.
She sighs, running her fingers up and down my back. “I just killed a man.”
I silently wait for her to continue.
“I killed a man, and I don’t feel bad that he’s dead. I killed a man, and I would do it again. I killed a man, and… and it won’t change anything.” There’s an air of hopelessness around her that I don’t like one fucking bit.
