It’s too much—
It’s everything—
I come again, harder, messier, louder, my legs clamping around his head before falling limp and useless.
By the time I collapse, trembling and soaked, he lifts his head.
His mouth is wet.
His eyes are black with hunger, with victory, with something that makes my entire body tense and soften at once.
“Sweeter than absolution, love,” he murmurs. “You’re mine for eternity, you know that?”
“R-really?”
“I will never let you go.”
My whole body pulses.
“O-oh,” I whisper.
His smile is pure sin.
“How about we go again?”
For all the exquisite torture Nathaniel puts me through, he never gets inside me.
Not once.
He stays fully clothed, impeccable, and untouched, while I unravel for him piece by piece.
By the time he’s finished with me, I can’t speak. My voice is shredded, my throat raw from begging and crying out until my pleas dissolved into aphonic, incoherent sounds. A thin line of drool warms my cheek, sliding down in slow humiliation I’m far too wrecked to wipe away. My fingers throb from how hard I’d clawed at the mattress, knuckles aching from the grip I couldn’t loosen.
I lie on the bed, boneless and shaking and wrecked beyond reason.
Oblivion. I think this is what oblivion feels like. A perfect, floating nothing. No shame, no fear, no sense of the world beyond the pounding pulse in my pelvis.
I can already see the curve of mischief starting at the corner of Nathaniel’s mouth. God, he’s going to want to go again. And I… Idon’t think Ican. Truth to all that’s unholy, I’m barely alive. My soul is hanging onto my body by a single frayed thread.
He slips a hand beneath my back, lifting me effortlessly. He settles me into the pillows with a tenderness that borders on obscene, considering what his hands just dragged me through.
The question is right there on his tongue. I canfeelit.
And then—
The door slams open.
Hard.
Cassian storms inside like the entire fucking building is on fire.
“What is taking you guys so lo—“
He stops.
Mid-step.
Mid-breath.
