Page 89 of The Woman

“I asked you a question.” He thrusts harder.

I feel delirious, the rough sensations taking over my body in the best way.

Somehow, I manage to respond, “You. I’m yours.”

He hums his approval, his thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm as he loses whatever control he has.

Each drag against my inner walls has me climbing closer to the edge, only intensifying when his fingers move to my clit to rub over it. Pleasure-filled tingles spread throughout my body right before I crest, and then I’m tipping over the edge, falling into a state of pure bliss as I orgasm.

My body trembles as the waves of pleasure continue to crash over me, the noises coming out of my mouth sounding nothing like me.

Phoenix follows closely behind, his release sounding wild and untamed as he lets out a growl with his forehead pressed to my shoulder. His hips slow, but they don’t cease their movements, continuing to grind into me from behind while he pulses and pours himself into me.

With each labored breath, his weight on top of me increases, causing my legs to give out until he’s sandwiched me between him and the mattress. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and I can feel his heartbeat pressed into my back, racing as fast as mine.

Lifting onto his elbows, he brushes the damp hair away from the side of my face and presses a gentle kiss there. My eyes are still closed, the remnants of the powerful orgasm still fizzling away.

“I hope you didn’t plan on leaving this bed because my cock is staying right where it is.”

A small pump of his hips follows the statement like he’s reminding me that he’s still buried deep inside me. As if I needed the reminder that he’s still thick and hard, and I’m very much full of him.

He remains that way as he begins tracing the tattoos on my arms, his top half slightly lifted off me while the bottom half is pressed into me. My breathing has steadied, but my limbs feel jelly-like.

“Tell me what happened when they took you.”

My eyes flutter open, and I try to lift and angle my head to see his face. “Right now?”

“Yes.” His gaze drifts over me, his fingers now trailing a path down my arms to my shoulder blades. “I told you this is where I’m staying. I have plans to go slow with you next, but right now, I want to hear what happened.”

I return my cheek to the mattress and close my eyes once more, sucking in a deep breath while I recall the day they took me and everything that happened.

Chapter 36

Avery -3 Days Earlier

I shove the milk back into the fridge, my frustration at being stuck inside growing with each passing day. He didn’t even listen to me this morning. He simply said no. Blowing out a breath, I clean up the kitchen, making loud noises and banging things around as I go, just because I can.

He can watch me if he wishes. It’s the same thing every day.

With a sigh, I head to the bedroom to make the bed and gather the clothes to put into the laundry. Phoenix always tells me I don’t need to do these things, but I need to keep busy the whole day so that it goes by quicker.

Plus, there is still a small part of me that likes doing those things for him. He chose me to be his normal companion, and since he didn’t exactly get that, the least I could do, is tidy up.

Walking into the bathroom, I slip off my robe and place it next to the sink, leaving me in a tank top and shorts. Then I pick up the clothes on the floor by the tub, my eyes lingering on the candles lining the side of it for a moment.

He gave me a massage last night and then ran a bath for us. His fingers had stroked and played with me for so long that I lost count of how many times I came with his name on my lips.

No matter what, he’s always trying to please and entertain me when he’s here. It’s just the days when he’s not around that I find lonely and almost unbearable.

The faint sound of the front door keypad lock being pressed reaches me just as I go to grab my robe, and my head swings toward the doorway. He’s back. Either because he decided to take me with him after all, or he’s staying home for the day.

My heart flutters excitedly in my chest, and I drop the clothes back on the floor. A smile takes over my face as I rush down the hallway toward the foyer, ready to jump into his arms.

But just as I round the corner, an unfamiliar voice speaks, causing my smile to drop instantly.

Three men wearing casual clothes stand just within the front door, each of them looking at something on a clipboard one of them is holding and pointing at. The one with the clipboard wears glasses and has on light brown pants and a white shirt. One of the others has a crooked nose and is wearing jeans and a shirt with weird patterns on it I don’t like. And the other one has jeans on but has a suit jacket on as well.

Despite what they’re wearing, there is something about their look that tells me they’re important, and the clothes are a disguise of some sort.

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