Page 41 of Presence

I’ve never given in to anyone so easily. With Echo it’s different. I know that beneath his dark facade, he truly cares for me. Rough sex excites me, and I’ve always craved domination, but there’s usually a whisper of caution in my mind, a need to stay alert. With him, that whisper is silent. I can let go.

And, oh, it just makes the way he’s touching me… The pleasure that’s building within me from a bare pinch makes my toes curl.

“I wanted to take only as much energy from you as I needed,” he groans, “but you were so sweet, so pure and tantalizing, like honey for a wasp.”

He plays with my pussy, rubbing my clit, and I shake in his arms, pressing my ass against his hardness, desperate for relief. But he doesn’t give it to me right away. His fingers tease my opening, gathering my wetness to make my clit even slicker.

His teeth nip at my throat, his tongue ever so often licking sore spots and sucking my sensitive skin in.

“Echo… Please,” I gasp, the tension building so quickly that it’s almost unbearable. Just as I’m about to shatter, he stops.

“Yes, my Little Soul. Beg me to fuck you,” he commands, his grip on my hips making sure I can’t move against him. My whole body screams in protest, my core pulsating so intensely it’s pure torture.

“Please, Echo,” I repeat, panting breaths lifting my chest.

“Please what?”

“Please, Echo,” I answer. “Please, fuck me. I really want it. I need it.”

There’s a small pause during which the anticipation nearly kills me. Then, he’s guiding himself into me with a low rumble in his chest.

“Ah, truthful at last,” he murmurs, thrusting into me in one smooth motion. My back arches, and my breath catches in my throat.

It feels like we’ve been waiting forever for this moment, and I’m already on the brink of falling apart. My muscles tremble, too tense to last much longer.

I inhale sharply as Echo starts thrusting into me with increasing urgency, each stroke faster than the last. Then, I cry out when he releases my breast and wraps my hair around his fist, the delicious pain overwhelming me completely.

“You’re so breathtaking, Little Soul,” he grunts, rocking himself into me. “So sweet, so perfect. I want to see you break apart for me. Will you come for me? Will you squeeze my cock and give me pleasure for all the lies you told me?”

“Yes!” I gasp. “Yes, please… I want…”

The words escape me, my thoughts a jumbled mess.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “So sweet and yet so filthy. Moan for me, Claire. I want to hear your cries.”

Even if I wanted to stay silent, the pleasure is too overwhelming, too primal. Tears gather at the corners of my eyes as I close them, surrendering to the sensation.

“Such pretty noises,” he groans, unable to hold back. “Such a tight, wet pussy.”

He clamps his teeth down on the shell of my ear, forcing my gaze to the blue sky as he tugs my hair. My neck stretches, my back arches, and my muscles tighten until pain and pleasure blend into a searing white heat.

“Oh, god… Echo!” I open my mouth, my voice failing me as he rocks me back and forth. And then, just as I become as taut as a bowstring, all the tension releases in an explosion that has me spasming in his arms.

“Yeah, just like that. Come for me, Claire,” he whispers, holding me firmly in place. “Give me all of you.”

I do. In this moment, I’d give him everything. He groans, thrusting deeper, and my muscles quiver around him. I love every moment of it—the comedown, the way everything in me turns limp and defenseless, the way I never want this feeling to end.

“Mm,” he purrs after a moment, still inside me, licking the shell of my ear like I’m a candy he can’t resist. “Now you’re my good girl again, Claire.”

And just like that, a bubble of laughter rises within me, pure and uncontrollable.

“So, tell me exactly what happened,” Echo says as we sit on a cloud. Yes, we’re literally sitting on a freaking cloud, with him across from me, his eyes piercing through me.

Unfortunately, the good mood I had vanished quickly because of all the heavy stuff we need to discuss. I had my five minutes of sunshine, but now came the rain. I can’t even muster a smile.

“Do we really have to talk about it?” I start, my voice barely more than a whisper against the vast, open sky. “Can’t you just read it from my mind or something?”

He smacks his lips and runs a hand through his messy black hair. Aside from the cloudy mist enveloping us, we’re still naked, and I can see his injuries clearly. Most have scarred over, leaving small black marks. The rest are still red, as if the skin had been burned. At least the graying is completely gone.

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