Page 79 of His Pretty Little Duet

As our lips move together and her body writhes, I force her to accept me deeper still. Awareness of my feelings, of my fear, of losing her or failing her, sweeps into me like blood on a shirt. My pulse thrashes in my neck, heart punching my ribcage, not unlike it does when I wake from the vision of Bronson tied to that chair.Violent fear...

I don't like it.

She drags me from my concern with the movement of her lips... the way they slide over mine, sucking my heavy exhales between them, accepting my command that she will need me like her next breath... is indescribable.

Needing to be closer somehow, I slow down my thrusts, steady the roll of my hips, and curve her little pelvis as I stay deep. I cup both her cheeks and rest on my forearms to give her mouth more attention.

She whimpers with emotion, and I groan with something similar. The full length of my body touches the entire smooth length of hers—both of us sliding together in our perspiration.

These lips... These fucking pretty lips... I eat at her mouth, the sweetest mouth, with the sweetest questions.

She is utterly soul commanding.

I won't let her go.

I'll keep her even if she hates me after what I do. After the lies. I'll keep her anyway.

With that thought, my balls contract and tighten. Heat bubbles in my abdomen as I tense, thrust faster, milking myself on her clinging pussy. As I angle myself just right, she screams, pulsating with her own orgasm, and at the same time I fill her with cum, groaning and growling because I'm pissed she has made me feel like this.

I can't let her go.

And I can’t stop kissing her, slow and soft. Her lips are like—fuck me. They are like peace and comfort.

Fucking comfort.

As I stare at the ceiling with my hands cupping the back of my neck, Fawn lays beside me, her arm slung over my waist, head resting on my bicep. This is not good. Nothing good can come from my feelings for her. Lead weights sink inside me, as if she has found her way into the very heart pumping for this cold stone soul. I will still be using her when Dustin shows up. I will... She won't be harmed, at least not physically.Dammit.

"Did you speak with Landon?"

Her question hits my temples, but I don't react. "Yes. I paid him to leave town," I say smoothly, running the tips ofmy fingers through her pretty blonde hair. I'm not partial to blondes...Fucksake.

"Did you find the recording?" she asks, her voice mouse-like, seemingly aware she is poking the bear but risking it anyway. A wolf, my deer.

"Yes."

"What?" She sits up, her hair dropping down around her shoulders, the long length cascading over her pert breasts. I brush the strands away from her nipples so I can see the way they pebble like bullets. "Where is it?" she presses.

I swipe my thumb over one and she catches my wrist. I scowl at her hand. Raising my gaze, I glare at her through my lashes.That's mine to play with, little deer.

She shrinks slightly as I reach for her hand. Frowning, I unclasp her fingers from my wrist and palm a handful of her small breast with smooth authority.

Leaning forward, I take her bulleted nipple between my teeth. She trembles and moans, both a protest and a plea. Feeding her hands up my neck and into my hair, she cups my head, holding me to her.

"Please." She whimpers, and it's both a sweet feminine sound that provokes my cock to want to fill her and a broken desperate sound that contracts my muscles, wanting to protect her from everything. Her own self-discovery.

The truth.

I lick her nipple before releasing it, the tiny tube more red and flushed from my attention. When I sit back, her hands slip from my hair and drop to her sides. "It's gone," I state. "I destroyed it. All that mat?—"

"No," she gasps, and my fists ball in tight. She covers her sound with her hand and shakes her head slowly. "No.I wanted to watch it."

Outwardly stoic, I say, "As far as I'm concerned?—"

"What about what concerns me?"

Blood simmers through my forehead, and I grab hold of her jaw to silence her. "If you interrupt me again, sweet girl, I'll lay you over my knee—" Releasing her quickly, I lean back and focus on her incredible dual-coloured eyes as they puddle with tears. Fuck.

Sighing my agitation out, crumbling my composure under her sweet gaze, I ground the only truth she needs. "Benji fell. You don't need to see that."

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