Page 46 of Oblivion

Tears stream down her cheeks as she screams her release, her nails gripping my forearms, branding me with crescent-shaped marks. When the last drops of my release fill her, I fall forward, bracing myself on my elbows over her.

Fascinated, I watch as her body slowly relaxes, her clenched thighs gradually untensing as she releases her death grip on me. It feels like it takes a lifetime for her eyelids to flutter open, but when they do, I suck in a sharp breath at the look in her eyes.

“What did you do?” she whispers, her voice hoarse and rough.

“What we both needed me to do,” I reply, unrepentant.

“I was happy.”

“No, you weren’t. You were running, and you’ve seen what happens to the women in our lives who try to run from us.”

She’s not fighting me as hard as I was expecting her to, but maybe I just fucked all of the sass out of her. Or maybe she understands that this was simply inevitable. Either way, I enjoy the moment of submission and dip my lips to hers.

Truthfully, I’ve never understood the hype about kissing. Trying to figure out someone else’s rhythm has always felt clumsy and awkward. But not now. The moment my lips touch Sammy’s, it’s like I’ve kissed her a million times before. Her lips part and her tongue greets mine like it’s missed its presence in her mouth and is frantic for its return. My fingers are buried in her hair, but I don’t have to demand her compliance. Instead she tilts her head to allow me to deepen the kiss, like she’s just as desperate for it as I am.

Nipping at her lip, I drag myself from her mouth. Finding her pulse, I suck and nip at her lifeforce, silently informing it that it belongs to me now while her hands find my head, sharp nails raking deliciously across my scalp.

Now that I’m inside of her, her body is full of my cum, my seed hopefully burying itself deeper into her body and making her mine for the rest of our lives in a very permanent way. I feel the deep-seated frantic need I’ve felt since Starling gave me her blessing to do anything I needed to do to bring her home start to ebb.

I know she’ll truly hate me once she finds out I’ve had her IUD removed and that I plan to fill her with my baby, but she’ll get over it. She said she didn’t feel like she belonged, and this is how I’ll make sure she understands she’s truly one of us. I’ll get her pregnant with my heir, and with the life that she’ll make, our blood, family, and futures will be so bound together that she’ll forget when we were two people instead of just one.

Moving back to her mouth, I slip my tongue between her lips and kiss her soft and slow, so differently from the way I just used her body. Instead of howls of desperate pleasure, her kitten mewls are soft and sexy, and my dick starts to harden again.

Slipping my arms beneath her knees, I lift her legs and slowly grind my hardening dick, keeping my mouth on hers as I fuck her in druggingly slow rolls of my hips. She’s so wet with my cum and her arousal that her cunt feels like a deliciously warm hug around my cock, and I vow to make this last, to hold myself back and enjoy the sensation.

Despite the lack of anger-fueled intensity, this feels more intimate. I’ve above her, over her, in her, my dick filling her, my arms immobilizing her, my lips owning her. I fuck her and kiss her until my lips feel raw and my balls are screaming with the need to come, but this time isn’t about release. This is about us connecting, sharing something, truly becoming one in the most intimate way, and if this is how our child is conceived, then it’s fucking perfect.

When she comes for the second time, I swallow her cries, pushing the sound back into her mouth with my eager tongue. When I finally follow her over the edge, it feels like my release lasts for hours, and when I’m finally finished, I can feel my cum fighting to escape her cunt around my softening cock.

“Evan,” Sammy says when I drag my lips from hers.

“Go to sleep. We’ll figure this all out in the morning.” Rolling us to the side, just enough that I’m not crushing her with myweight, I wrap my arms around her, cradling her head to my chest as I allow my eyes to slip shut and sleep to take me.

21

SAMMY

With my head on his chest, I feel as his body succumbs to sleep. His breathing evens out, and his muscles relax, although his hold of me doesn’t loosen.

When I boarded the plane tonight, I guess a part of me knew that sooner or later, I’d end up in this exact position. Thoroughly fucked and in bed with Evan Morris, but I don’t think I expected it to feel like this.

He’s still inside of me, although his scarily thick dick has softened enough that I feel full without being stretched. It’s a little weird, to be full of dick without the friction that makes me want to rush toward the finish line and an orgasm. But if this is cock warming like he mentioned, then I do not hate it.

I’ll never admit this out loud, but having him inside of me while he’s asleep is oddly peaceful. In five minutes, when the bucket of cum he just fucked into me has cooled to a sticky disgusting mess, I probably won’t feel this way, but for now, I think I kind of like it.

Evan wasn’t wrong when he said that Drew hadn’t been fucking me the way a man should fuck a woman. Because Drew and I haven’t had sex at all since before I left for my freshman year at Kingsacre.

It’s been a very long time, but from what I remember, sex with Drew was…quick. Sex with Evan was…mind-blowing. My body is both sore and completely sated all at the same time, and even though I know in the morning, I’ll feel the way he’s used my body tonight, even that idea feels…exciting.

Giving in to Evan is dangerous. He’s the type of man who, if given an inch, will lock you in a cage and throw away the key. But it’s so hard to try and resist what I’ve craved since I met him.

In the back of my mind, I know I should be angry and sad and heartbroken, but all I can feel is…alive.

Drew and Harvard were supposed to be my future, but the moment I opened the front door and stepped into this house, I’ve felt like I’ve come home. Being here has felt more real and more like where I belong than even the house I grew up in, and I don’t know what that means.

Coming back to Kingsacre wasn’t my choice. It was Evan’s. He made this decision for me by destroying my relationship and rejecting my place at a new school. But now that I’m here, I can’t deny the sense of relief I feel at having this decision forced on me.

If I didn’t pick this, then it’s not my fault that I’m here, and it’s not my choice to be a part of this world that I desperately want to belong to, even though I shouldn’t.

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