Page 47 of Midnight Whispers

I quickly realize that we were so caught up in one another we didn’t use protection. I’m on birth control, so pregnancy isn’t a concern, and I’m not worried about an STD on my part since I haven’t had sex since the last time I was tested. But Nero, I don’t know.

Nero stares at his seed coating me with a gleam in his eye.

“I’m on birth control,” I blurt.

His eyes meet my gaze, and he smiles. “That’s why I pulled out, but that’s not why I’m looking. I like seeing my come on you.” His fingers run down, coating the come all over my stomach and pussy. “Let’s not wipe it off before you get dressed. We can shower when we get back to Midnight Manor.”

“Okay. And I don’t have any STDs either, just so you know.”

He places his hands on either side of my shoulder, bending down and kissing me. “Me either.”

I relax under him. “Good.”

“But now that I know you’re on birth control, the next time I fuck you, I’m going to come in your pussy.”

I press my thighs together to release the ache. Inching up from the hood, I kiss him thoroughly. The kiss draws to a close, and he bends down, grabbing my underwear from the ground.

“Can’t put these back on, but here are your pants.”

He shoves my panties in his pocket. Now he’s got two pairs of my panties. The other one came from the night of my birthday.

After grabbing my jeans, he helps me get them on then hands me my shoes, looking at the dark surrounding us. “We should get out of here before someone finds us.”

“Right.” I round the car and slide into the passenger side of the car, worried that maybe he’s going to revert to his usual ways and push me away now that we’ve slept together.

“This is my favorite car.” He rubs the top of the dash in front of him then looks at me. “Even more so now.” He winks and puts the car in drive, speeding off into the night.

God, I’m not sure I could handle it if he did another disappearing act now.

Chapter

Twenty

NERO

It’s all I can do not to pull the car over again on the way back to the manor and drag Cinder over the stick shift to ride me. The moment I sank into her, I was lost. I will never get enough of her. Ever.

Now that she knows everything, I feel lighter. Well, almost everything. I confessed my deepest shame, and she didn’t send me packing. Surprisingly, she pulled me closer.

I park in front of the manor, and we climb out. The mansion has an even more ominous feeling to it in the dark. Heavy mist hangs low to the ground, and the low lights on the outside flicker in the darkness.

Cinder takes my hand, and I’m not sure if it’s to stay connected with me or whether she’s scared. I grew up here, so not much fazes me anymore, but sometimes Midnight Manor feels like an entity of its own.

We make our way through the manor to the south wing. I lead her to the en suite of my bedroom and start the shower to allow the water to heat up. She watches me with keen eyes, and I reach behind my neck, pulling my Henley over my head.

Her gaze darts to the large raven tattoo covering the side of my ribcage. Cinder breaks the distance, tracing her finger over one open wing, then over the large claws on the bird’s feet.

Her gaze flicks to mine. “The stained glass and a tattoo. What does the raven mean?”

I wrap my hand around hers and bring it to my mouth, kissing her palm. “My mother used to call me her little raven because I had a good memory despite being young and was smart. She used to say I was wise beyond my years. Even though I was so little, I always wanted to protect her from my father.” I swallow. “It’s one of the few really solid memories I have of my mom.”

Cinder runs her palm over my face. “You miss her.”

I nod, my hands inching down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. Her hand leaves my cheek, allowing me to strip it off her.

“Yeah, though sometimes I think I’m missing a ghost. I don’t remember enough to really miss her if that makes sense.” I step closer to her, reach around to unhook her bra, and slide the straps down her arms.

Her bare tits are heavy on her chest, and as always, my hands itch to feel the weight of them. I remind myself that this time I don’t have to hold back or control myself to not overstep. My hands cover her voluptuous tits, so much more than a handful, and I squeeze gently. Her eyes flutter closed.

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