Her teeth sink in, drawing blood to the surface, and she comes again. This time, with her face buried in the pillows and my name muffled by her bite.
I’m never going to get tired of that sound. The same way I’m never going to get tired of feeling her pussy clenched tight around me. Or the steady burn as she feeds from my pleasure.
I wait until the waves stop and her ass is no longer shaking before sliding out. She whimpers at the sudden movement, practically boneless as I flip her over and slip back inside.
“You good, baby?”
Her midnight eyes look dazed, but she manages to utter a garbled, “Mmhmm.”
“Is that a yes, princess?”
Her fingers spread across my chest, claws dragging over my skin, and leaving shallow cuts in her wake.
“Yes, baby, I’m good.”
Fuuuck me. Did she just?—
My dampener constricts, cutting off my air supply, and I’m forced to avert my gaze as I gasp for breath.
“Oh, gods! I’m sorry,” she whispers, sitting up in a rush. “I didn’t think that would?—”
Her eyes are wide and misty when I find the strength to look at her again.
“It’s okay,” I say. “Maybe let’s just skip that word tonight.”
Or forever, just to be safe.
“Or.” Her face hardens. “You could just take it off.”
“Iris, you know I can’t.”
“No,” she hisses. “I don’t know that. I don’t even know why you wear it.”
Her words cut through the fog of our crazed lovemaking, calling up images of Serena’s face, and I have to close my eyes to shake it.
I will tell her that story one day. But not now.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say simply, hoping it will be enough of an explanation for her.
The mere thought makes my stomach churn, and she wheezes as I squeeze her.
I realize I am close to crushing her, but somewhere beneath the quiet current of love, there is a fear that I may blink, and she’ll be gone.
I wonder if that’s normal.
“I can take it,” she says, pushing me back a few inches.
“I know you can. That doesn’t mean you should.”
Guilt flashes on her face.
“I hurt you,” she says, as if that should be reason enough to let me do the same.
But it never will be.
I can take the pain because it is all I know. But she doesn’t deserve such a thing, certainly not from me.
“Yes, you do,” I confess. “But I like it.”
