He worked me open carefully, adding a second finger and then a third, and the whole time he kept hitting that spot inside me that made my brain go fuzzy. By the time he pulled his fingers out, I was hard again and practically shaking with need.
“Roll over,” he said. “On your stomach.”
I obeyed without thinking, and he pulled a pillow under my hips to get the angle right. I felt him settle behind me, and then his hands were on my ass, spreading me open.
“Breathe,” he reminded me, and I tried.
The first press of him inside me was intense. Not painful exactly, but overwhelming in a way that made my fingers dig into the sheets. He went slow, giving me time to adjust, and when he was finally fully seated he paused and leaned down to press a kiss between my shoulder blades.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Feels—fuck, it feels good.”
“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly and thrust in again, and I moaned into the pillow. “That good?”
“Yes. Move. Please fucking move.”
He laughed softly and started to fuck me in earnest. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, and I could feel myself unraveling completely. My cock was trapped between my body and the pillow, getting friction with every movement, and the combination was going to make me come again embarrassingly fast.
Soren's hand came down on my ass, and I pushed back against him. He did it again, harder this time, and I felt the sting spread across my skin in a way that made my cock leak.
“You like that,” he said, and it wasn't a question. “Like it rough.”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and fucked me harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin obscene in the quiet room. I was gone, completely lost in it, and when he reached under me to wrap his hand around my cock I shouted into the pillow and came so hard I saw stars.
Soren followed a few thrusts later, burying himself deep and grinding against me as he finished. Then he collapsed on top ofme, both of us sweaty and shaking, and we just lay there trying to remember how to be human.
“Holy shit,” I said eventually.
“Yeah.” He pressed his face against my neck. “That was?—”
“Fucking incredible.”
“Yeah.”
He pulled out carefully, then pulled me into his arms and held on tight. I went willingly, wrung out and satisfied in ways I didn't have words for.
“Thank you,” I said after a while.
“For what?”
“For that. For knowing what I needed before I did.”
He kissed my temple. “Always.”
We fell asleep like that, tangled together and still mostly naked, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn't dream about losing him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
bittersweet
SOREN
Walking back through those hospital sliding doors felt like returning to a crime scene I'd rather forget.
Rook's hand was steady on the small of my back as we crossed the lobby, and I had to resist the urge to shake him off. Not because I didn't want him there, but because his touch made me too aware of how fragile I still felt. How easily I could crack open again if someone looked at me wrong.
