Page 19 of The Woman

My eyes remain glued to them. They look so fucking soft and delectable. I want to touch and squeeze them. I want to put them in my mouth and bite them. My mouth salivates at the thought.

As if being pulled by an invisible cord and having lost all sense and all control of my body, I place a knee on the bed beside her hip and lower my head to her chest, sucking a nipple into my mouth. My groan and her gasp float into the air together.

The taste of her skin, the softness under my lips, it’s all so overwhelming. My head is a swirling mess of euphoria.

This is what I’ve been denying myself.

In the back of my mind, I know I have my reasons, although I can’t think of what they possibly could have been at this moment in time. All I know is I can’t stop myself.

I take hold of one soft breast in my hand while tasting no, devouring the other, and fully pressing my body onto hers. She can probably feel the thumping of my heart against her stomach.

Small fingers thread through my hair, and the slight tug on the strands before pulling my head closer blows a harsh exhale through my nose. I can barely hear the little noises she’s making over the sound of blood flowing through my ears, but I want to hear them.

A groan rumbles from my chest again, and I sink my teeth into her flesh. When I pull back and see the marks left on her skin, a primal urge rushes through me, pushing me to do it again. Switching breasts, I bite down and then suck the soft swell under her nipple, examining my work again a second later.

I’m lost in my desire.

So fucking turned on.

I can’t help but wonder if it’s only the softer skin that can be marked like this, so I decide to test it. Trailing my lips up her chest, I find myself in the crook of her neck, her intoxicating scent even stronger here. I take in a deep breath and open my mouth, filling it with her flesh, then sink my teeth in once again while sucking.

Her whimpers reach my ears, and I feel the fingers still tangled in my hair tighten. But the second she breathes out my name, it’s as if a bright light is suddenly shining in my eyes, waking me from this moment of crazed desire.

I pull back, staring at what I just did to her, and then slide my eyes to her face. When she notices my ceased actions, her eyes pop open, and she turns to me, our rapid breaths mingling together. Taking stock of the moment, I feel her breast in my hand, and my groin is pressed into her thigh like I was grinding against her.

“Phoenix,” she whispers again.

I shove myself off her so fast I almost stumble and then continue backing away, with that scowl I so frequently wear around her returning.

What the fuck did she do to me?

I leave her lying on the bed and rush to my bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Gripping the vanity, I look at the man in the mirror. Wild eyes stare back at me. My hair is a ruffled mess from her fingers, and my lips are a bright red from abusing her body.

With almost vibrating hands, I undo my pants and release my cock, squeezing the base hard before sliding my hand to the tip and squeezing it equally as tight. I start moving at a fast pace with a punishing grip, needing the release so badly while simultaneously being pissed about my lack of control. I jerk faster, my other hand white-knuckling the edge of the counter in front of me.

I hear my whispered name from her lips and imagine her body marked by my mouth, causing my cock to thicken beneath my grip. My skin flushes with a sheen of sweat, and my balls draw tight. I feel it coming on, starting at the base of my spine and then spreading to the rest of my body in a tidal wave of pleasure.

My eyes slam shut while noises pass through my throat, and my cock pulses and pushes out thick ropes of cum. So fucking good.

I slow my movements but don’t stop until the sensation is too much and my body shudders from over-stimulation. Fuck.

Eyes still closed, I hang my head until my breathing evens out. Then, without looking at myself in the mirror, I finally strip out of the rest of my clothes, clean up the mess I made, and step into the shower. I suddenly feel exhausted, and all I want to do is sleep.

Chapter 10

My steps are quiet as I pad barefoot from my bedroom. The large windows let the early morning sun blanket my apartment with warm splendor. I’ve woken feeling refreshed and settled.

I’m not fooled into thinking this calmness will last. I’m sure as soon as I see Avery or allow myself to dwell on the events of last night, even for the briefest moment, all of those jumbled feelings will return.

The fact that I haven’t eaten since lunchtime yesterday has my stomach grumbling with emptiness, so I head straight for the kitchen. Avery is noticeably absent from her usual spot, but after a quick glance at the clock, I realize it’s because it’s so early. I’m not usually up at this time, but since I passed out shortly after my shower at a ridiculously early hour, I’ve now woken well before my alarm.

Walking into the pantry, I check to see if there are any bagels still stored in the bread bin I keep in here, but unfortunately come up empty.

It doesn’t escape my notice while looking that all of the packages, boxes, and cans have been sorted according to size and shape. I haven’t actually been in here since Avery arrived, so whoever rearranged my closet the day they brought her must have come in here and done this that same day as well. Strange. Perhaps it makes it simpler for her to pick things out.

Shaking my head, I walk out of there and decide on eggs, bacon, and toast, making sure to cook extra for her. As I sit eating and drinking my coffee in silence, I tell myself that I like the emptiness and that this is what I’m used to, but somehow, it manages to feel odd.

After finishing up, I pour myself another coffee and walk over to my piano, running my hand over the smooth surface before taking a seat on the bench.

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