Page 90 of Heartless Legacy

“I’m s-safe. This is r-real.”

“Itisreal. You’re touching me. You’re letting me touch you. And this is my cock inside of you. Showing you how much I crave you. Need you. Do you want me to take it out?”

“No.” She pants.

“Are you sure? If I don’t pull out, I’m gonna make you cum.”

“Yes. Yes yes. Fuck me. Make me c-cum.”

“Fuck, hearing those words from you is my fantasy come true.” I roll my hips in slow waves as she clings to me, gripping my shoulders. I’m careful not to crowd her, or hold her too tightly. Nothing to make her feel confined. I watch her for signs to slow down or speed up, letting her set the pace and intensity until I feel like I can’t take it anymore. I grunt out my next words. “Fuck, I’m so close. I’m gonna play with your clit.” I warn so she’s not startled by my sudden movement. I press my thumb firmly against it. “Kiss me.”

Her chest presses against mine as she leans forward to do what I ask, while I flick my thumb fast and hard against her clit, while churning my hips.

She’s making these breathy little moans, and squeaks, like she’s trying to stay silent. “Give me what I need, Sweetness. I want to hear you screaming my name when you cum.”

I lift her and slam her down my length. One. Twice. The third time I pluck her clit and she lets go, doing exactly what I asked. I feel my hold on her tighten. My muscles lock up. I call out her name loud enough to be heard by the people on the beach. I fight to loosen my grip, but she doesn’t move away from me. Her forehead rests against my shoulder, as I draw in ragged breaths against the crook of her neck.

When I finally lift my head, she’s staring at me with an odd expression on her face. “You still with me?” I ask, slowly reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

It takes a moment for her to respond. When she does, it’s with a simple nod of her head. “I-” She swallows and gives asmall shake to her head. “I-” She tries again and still can’t seem to make her mouth say whatever is going through her head.

“Did I hurt you? Or trigger you?”

“I’m not triggered. I’m… I’m okay.”

She says she’s fine, and she’s still in my lap, but that weird look is still on her face. She’s staring at me as if seeing me for the first time, and I’m not sure what I’ve done to elicit this response. I drop my hands away from her body and lean away from her so she can get out of my lap if she wants to, but she grabs my shoulders, keeping me in place. “Wolfe?”

I wait for her to continue, but she doesn’t. She’s not ready to share whatever she’s thinking, yet. Instead of sitting in awkward silence, I say, “You are amazing.”

“I am?”

“Mmmm-hmm. So brave. So smart. So incredibly sexy.” I finger the tips of her freshly dyed hair. “I’m so damn lucky that I found you.”

“Uh, I found you, remember?”

“You think so?”

“Well, I brought you a drink. I picked you up in a bar. So yeah.”

“What makes you think I wasn’t watching you before you noticed me?”

“Were you?”

“No.” I admit. “I wasn’t, but that’s why I consider myself lucky. There were other men in that bar who were probably watching you, but I’m the one who caught your eye and kept it.”

“You’re right. You are lucky about that, because I wasn’t looking to be kept.”

“And now?”

“Still don’t want to be kept like a pet.”

“You’re not a commodity to me, Thea. You’re…” Now I’m the one struggling with getting the words out.

“I’m what?”

“You’re the one person who keeps me on my toes. The one puzzle I can’t quite solve, and the one person I can’t stop thinking about. You’re the most troublesome person I’ve ever met and the easiest person to care about.”

“So you kinda’ like me?”

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