Page 12 of Facet

My skin practically burned anywhere hers rested against it. Sweat dripped from my brow as I lowered my head to the pillow next to hers.

“What the hell was that?” she panted as one hand absently ran up and down my back.

“A-fucking-mazing?” I muttered, holding the majority of my weight off her so I didn’t crush her. In my post-coital euphoria, I couldn’t get my brain to function. I’d never had that happen. Sex was an enjoyable distraction, but I usually nut then went on about my business. Instead, I was sprawled out, still balls-deep in her perfect body, with my thought processes on pause.

I practically purred as her hands continued to stroke over my now cooling skin. The extent of my exertion was to roll my head so I was facing her neck. That way, I could touch her with my lips. Lazily, I licked her salty skin, causing her to let out a breathy little moan.

Though I should’ve been happily satiated, I still craved her. With my mouth, I worshipped her flesh, gently sucking and kissing where I could reach.

“I have to pee,” she whispered regretfully.

I chuckled, which caused my body to shift and my softening dick to start to fall out. My humor quickly turned to disappointment. Leaving her body sucked.

I knew I had made a terrible mistake by coming inside her—by making her mine. Because a truth settled into my consciousness, and it hit me like a wrecking ball to the chest. With a certainty I couldn’t explain, I knew losing her would destroy me. And I don’t mean the devastation one feels at the loss of a loved one. I’m talking about total and complete shredding of my body and soul from the inside out. Yet I also knew that living without her wasn’t an option either.

Now that I’d claimed her, it was as clear as day—she was meant to be mine and it had only been a matter of time before I couldn’t stay away. Our connection was inevitable.

With a heaved sigh at having to leave the tranquility of her body, I pushed up and off to allow her to get up and race for the bathroom. That little bit of separation now that she was mine was almost unbearable. Except I grinned as I watched her. I’d never tell her, but as she reached the bathroom door, I saw my cum leak from her and run down the insides of her thighs.

That sight did something to me. Something foreign. Something wild. Somethingprimordial. It made me want to fuck her until I leaked out of her for days—ensure every male that came near her could scent me on her. When she pushed the door shut, a full body shiver shook me out of my feral thoughts.

“What the actual fuck?” I whispered out loud as I stared at the ceiling.

“Oh my God! Facet! I’m going to kick your ass!” she shouted before the bathroom door flew open so hard it bounced off the wall. Glaring, she worked her jaw back and forth.

“What?” I asked, bolting upright, prepared to slaughter whatever had frightened her.

“What the fuck is this?” She motioned wildly with her hand to her neck and the inside of her left tit. Her eyes narrowed to thin slits.

Still in orgasm-inducted euphoria, I blinked, trying to figure out what she was talking about. The lightbulb finally went off, and I understood I had left a few significant hickeys on her pale skin. With my lips pressed flat, I fought my laughter. I knew that would only incense her further.

“Please tell me you don’t think this is funny!” she snapped.

I tried to appear innocent when I shrugged.

“I didn’t realize I did that,” I told her as I kept my eyes wide and went for my most perplexed expression.

“Are you serious?” she deadpanned.

“Of course!”

“Hmph!”

When she stormed back into the bathroom, she firmly shut me out.

I grabbed one of the pillows and smashed it over my face to muffle my laughter.

Well, I’d said I wanted to mark her to keep other dudes away. Guess I did.

By the time she came back to bed, she seemed cooled off. Though she tweaked my nipple with mock anger before placing a playful bite on my shoulder.

We settled in next to each other and quietly she traced the tattoos on my chest. Her soft fingertips lifted my charm to study it. “What is it?”

“Onyx.” The silver wrapped slender cut stone had been in my family for years. I’d worn it as far back as I could remember. My mother told me it was a powerful protection stone, and I should always wear it. It was probably the only time she ever seemed worried about me. Because of her vehement insistence, I never took it off. “I guess it was my great-great-great grandmother’s.”

“Wow.” She went quiet and when I glanced down at her pretty face, she looked so sad, I couldn’t stand it.

Using my fingertips, I stroked her cheek until she looked up at me. I cocked a brow in question.

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