Page 130 of Tangled In Lies

He makes some kind of spitting noise, and something wet hits my ass crack. Before I know what’s happening, one of his fingers slides through it and pushes past my tight ring of muscle.

The foreign invasion is as surprising as it is intense, and I don’t just come, I detonate.

My orgasm hits me so hard, I lose all feeling in my limbs and scream, my entire focus on that pulsing explosion in my core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.” Phoenix comes with a roar.

His cock pulses inside me to the point where I’m not even sure where I end and he begins.

He collapses on top of me, his weight forcing me into the mattress without apology.

A huff of air escapes me.

“Sorry.” He slowly detaches himself from me and withdraws.

The air smells of sex, and I inhale it like an addict.

There’s only us. Nothing else matters.

Phoenix trails a finger up my inner thigh until he gets to where his cum has run down. He pauses, and I glance at him over my shoulder and how his gaze is zoned in on the spot he’s touching.

My entire body shivers at the picture.

He moves his hand upward, tracing the wetness to where it came from. My eyes widen when the pressure on my skin increases, and he shoves his fingers inside me.

My brain short-circuits. Is he pushing his cum back in?

His expression is focused, and he keeps repeating the motion. Over and over until I squirm under his touch.

“Be still, Angel. I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”

His gaze meets mine, and time stops.

There’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before. I’m unsure what it is, but it tugs at an invisible string in my chest. It’s the same feeling I used to get when I went on stage to perform. It’s this electrifying and dizzying mix of excitement and anxiety.

Phoenix severs our connection to focus back on the spot between my legs. Not too long after, he stops, seemingly satisfied with his results. His arms gingerly move around my body, and he shifts me until we’re both lying on the bed and I’m tightly in his arms.

I could stay here forever.

And for a moment, I allow myself to believe that’s a possibility.

Ever since Holden came with the news earlier that they’d found the person, my Freddy, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it would somehow mean the end of Phoenix and me.

“Is it really over?” My words are muffled against his warm chest, but I know he heard them because he stiffens.

The question is out of my mouth, and my breathing hitches.

What if he takes the question the wrong way?

His heart speeds up under my ear, so mine does too, always wanting to be in sync with his.

“I mean, Ben . . . Freddy. Was it really him?”

Phoenix lets out a sigh. “The police seem to think so, and he admitted it.”

“Wow.” I swallow. “That will take some getting used to. Does that . . . does that mean we can go back to our normal lives now?”

Phoenix is quiet for several long beats. “Is that what you want? To go back to your normal life?”

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