Page 93 of Caught Stealing

Harsh pants and the smell of sweat and sex fill the bathroom while he pounds into me, the pace now increasing relentlessly when both of his hands grip my hips. The blunt ends of his fingertips dig into my skin, and between that and the sight of him truly coming unglued in the mirror, I find release.

“Fuck, Nix,” I moan as cum floods my palm and drips to the floor. My ass squeezes around his length, bearing down on him while I jack myself faster through my orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against my skin. “Just like that.”

His hips continue snapping forward with every thrust, impaling me on his cock while he chases his own climax. It’s short to follow, his head falling to my shoulder as I feel the warmth of his release fill me.

“Oh, God.” His teeth bite and nip where my shoulder and neck meet—some of them hard enough to surely leave marks—but I don’t care.

Let him mark me, brand me, stake his claim.

I’m already his.

I have been since the night I laid eyes on him—maybe even before then. All I know is it’s been far longer than either of us realize.

His movements slow as his orgasm wanes, only to fully stop when he wraps his arms around my waist while still lodged deep inside me. My hands cover his on instinct, and together, we float back to Earth.

He presses a kiss behind my ear and nuzzles his nose against my throat before whispering, “That was…”

“Yeah,” I say, letting out a breathy laugh. “That was.”

With a final kiss—this one to my jaw—he pulls from my body and steps away to grab a towel to clean us up. But the sudden emptiness creates a hollow feeling in my stomach, and it’s unexpected.

What the hell is he doing to me?

I watch him in the mirror, but my gaze quickly snags on my reflection instead.

A man I hardly recognize stares back at me, and the craziest part is, it’s not a bad thing. Because the guy looking at me, the guy searching out Phoenix in the mirror, has changed. Has grown and evolved into someone I didn’t think myself capable of being.

And it all happened because of Nix.

He returns to me a moment later, towel in hand and oblivious to the epiphanies floating through my headspace. Squatting down behind me, he starts to wipe up the mess he’s made, except something stops him.

“That’s one sight I’m never gonna get sick of,” he murmurs, and I turn my head to find his eyes locked on the cum seeping from my ass and dripping down my leg.

The corner of my mouth lifts in a half-grin. “You’re a possessive one, aren’t you?”

I think he doesn’t hear me at first, since his attention stays fixated on where his release coats my skin. It’s only after he wipes the cum up slowly with the towel, taking great care in making sure I’m thoroughly clean, that he responds.

“I just take care of what’s mine.”

His gaze lifts, colliding with my own, and my stomach instantly twists into all kinds of knots. It’s like he just reached into my mind and pulled out the thoughts I’ve yet to share aloud. Ones…I’m a little afraid to, if only because I have no idea how he’d react to them. Both with how new this is, but also because of Kason.

Roughly swallowing, I bend to grab my underwear before shoving my legs through them. Phoenix does the same, but he halts me from picking anything else up off the floor. Instead, he takes my hand in his and silently leads me out to the hall and to his bedroom.

I’ve only been in it the one time he stole my clothes, yet him bringing me here of his own accord somehow feels different. Like he’s sharing another little piece of himself with me.

The thought tightens the vise around my heart even more.

He pulls me further into the room, the only light illuminating our path coming from the moon streaking through the window. I swallow, emotions clogging my throat as he drags me down onto the bed with him before wrapping his arms around me again. Chest to chest this time, our legs becoming a tangled web of limbs.

I do the same in return, and the heat of his body radiating straight into my skin creates a calming serenity that, if I’m not careful, I could quickly become addicted to.

Who am I kidding? I already am.

His fingers skim up and down my back as we lay there in silence, only to be broken when he whispers, “Do you have any plans for the rest of the night?”

All I can do is shake my head in response.

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