Page 21 of Bloody Seven

I chuckle to myself and see Corbin's head turn toward me in my peripherals. "Something funny?" he asks.

"I was having a debate in my mind about whether or not you have a magic dick," I blurt out in honesty.

His mouth drops open like he's going to say something, but it quickly snaps shut, and he shakes his head. When we pull up to his apartment building, I can't help the way my heart begins torace. A crippling anxiety begins to consume me, but I push that feeling away.

Suck it up, Poppy. This is why you went to his shop. You need your answers, and you need to know if how you felt toward him was real. I remind myself, even though part of me knows the things I felt, no… feel, for Corbin are definitely real.

How do I know that? Well, because I'm feeling them again now. It still doesn't make sense, and I don't particularly like it. Having feelings means losing control. Emotions only cause problems, and the last time I let go of control, someone I loved died.

After what feels like forever, we make it into his apartment, and I lean down to take off my boots before placing them on the same shelf I sat them on a year ago. I straighten myself only to see him standing just a few feet away, watching.

His chest heaves up and down, and his nostrils flare as his eyes stay trained on mine. I take a step toward him, closing the distance while imitating the same heavy breaths he seems to have. The air around us is electric, just begging for someone to break the tension, so I do.

"Kiss me," I plead. "Kiss me, now, before I lose every bit of courage and–"

I'm cut off when his mouth lands on mine, and my eyes fall closed. My body relaxes into him as his hands roam up and down my back, gently pulling at my hair. A soft moan leaves me, and his hand slides up to cup my face.

He deepens the kiss, like he's been starved for me, and the two of us move together before I’m pinned against the wall. His other hand slides down my waist, gripping me tightly before moving up to cup my breast through my sweater.

Fingers pinch my nipple, and my pelvis lifts into him. I can feel the hardened outline of his cock pushing into my stomach just begging to be touched.Hmmmm begging sounds nice.

I pull back, and he peers down, trying to catch his breath as I say, "I liked you better on your knees, bagel boy."

His eyes darken while he slowly sinks to his knees in front of me. He didn’t even hesitate. I throw one of my arms over his shoulder while the other cups his cheek, letting him lean into it with closed eyes.

"You feel it, too?" It seems like an absurd question for me to ask, but for some reason, I can tell he understands.

"It doesn't make any sense," he admits, shaking his head.

"No, it doesn't, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you—about us. We aren’t even an us, but I can't get you out of my head. How is that possible?" My brows furrow as tears blur my vision.

"Sometimes things can't be explained, cupid, only felt. What I feel for you is different than anything I've ever felt in my life."

My eyes close for a brief moment while I reconcile my next moves. The first time I was here, I could say I was lonely and looking for someone for comfort, but being with Corbin this time is a choice.

It's my choice to move on from Drew and allow the possibility of someone else fulfilling the role that he was intended to. It's a choice to start living for my future instead of being consumed by my past. It's the exact choice Drew described he wanted me to make in the letter he left.

"Take the thoughts away. Remind me how good we are together," I say to Corbin with a smile, and he springs into action.

He stands from his kneeling position and lifts me in one fluid motion. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck as his mouth lands on mine again. We move steadily to his bedroom while we lose ourselves in one another. With the amount of desperation, you would think we were two lovers who just found one another after being forced apart for years.

He drops me down on the bed and reaches up to grip the waistband of both my leggings and panties, pulling them down and tossing them over his shoulder. Feeling his hands on my bare skin ignites a raging inferno, burning me from the inside out. Just one simple touch from him is all I need to be completely consumed again.

"I'm doing it my way this time," he asserts, and I don't tell him no because I want everything he has to give. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about doing this again, cupid." He pushes my legs apart, and I feel his breath meet my center.

Cupid. That stupid nickname. Who knows if he will still want to do this with me after he finds out I'm The Cupid Killer. I have to tell him the truth, even if he feels compelled to tell the police. I never planned to make it out of this alive anyway.

His tongue glides along my pussy and pulls me back to the moment. I bring my hands down to grip his hair, pleasantly surprised with the new length. It’s grown about another inch and adds a new mischievous sex appeal to him.

His heated gaze lands on mine as he twirls his tongue inside me, making me rock my hips. I grip his hair harder, pulling him toward my clit as his tongue sweeps along my entrance. He groans but complies, latching onto my clit and making me see stars.

The pleasure builds faster than I could have ever imagined as he hums in approval while slipping a finger inside me and curling it in the perfect position. I whimper, letting him keep up the pace for another few moments before I can’t take it anymore. I erupt, clenching around his finger while moaning his name. "Corbin."

When I start to come down, he pulls away long enough to walk over to the nightstand, grab a condom, strip free from his clothes, and slide the condom on. His eyes are dark and full of need when he makes his way back to me, possessed by lust.

I glance at the scars on his stomach, and I kick myself for not giving him the chance to tell me about them last year. Hands grip my ankles, and I'm pulled to the edge of the bed, making me giggle.

He throws my legs over his arms and slams into me unforgivingly, with no warning. Pleasure jolts my core, making my eyes roll back in my head, and I'm reminded of exactly how good sex with him is. He grins as his pace quickens, making my back arch off of the bed as his piercing rubs against my inner walls.

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