Page 47 of Kortlek

“Please, Cove,’’

“Please, what?”

“Please, breed me. I want to feel your cum in me, please.’’

That’s not what I was expecting, but it’s not unwelcome. I lift my head, giving her a wide grin. I intensify the thrusting, picking up the pace, watching as her mouth parts, forming an ‘‘O’’ shape. She swallows, thickly.

“That’s it, bunny. Beg for me to breed your cunt.’’

Her words are laced with a hint of desperation, the plea undeniable. The rougher I fuck her, the more she begs and cries. It’s such a pretty sight, one that I’ll never forget. Her body beneath mine, like it was made to be owned by me.

“Cove, please,’’ she whispers frantically, biting into her bottom lip, “cum in me. Please.’’

That pushes me over the edge. I push forward and at the same time pull her onto my cock until I bottom out, my cum filling her up entirely. A loud groan comes from me, eyes closing as I savor the feeling of her warm cunt taking up all of my cum.

Her orgasm follows suit, dripping down on my cock, coating the sheets under her. Her breathing is heavy, eyes closed as she tries to come down from the high. I keep my cock inside her until I’m spent, then slowly pull out.

I kiss her calf on my shoulder before gently placing her legs down. I spread them wide apart, watching as my cum drips out of her, trickling down onto the white sheets. I part her folds, coating my finger in the warm liquid, then smearing it all over her clit.

“So fucking perfect.’’

Aria laughs. “Be grateful I’m on birth control.’’

My body tenses, and I look up at her. “Fucking hell, I didn’t even think about that.’’

Slowly, I untie her ankles and wrists, then walk out of the bedroom. I start the water in the tub. She’s a woman; she must like her showers boiling hot, right? Is it because she’s a devil reincarnated, or does she really not feel how hot the water is?

The water runs, filling the tub. I’m quick to go and grab a towel and a bottle of water before returning to the room. She’s lying in the same position I left her in. Her head tilts to the side, a small smile on her lips.

I help her sit up, and she drinks the water while I carefully clean between her legs.

“You didn’t have to do that,’’ she says, tossing the empty bottle aside and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I ignore her and make sure it’s cleaned before picking her up in bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom.

As she gets under the water, lying in the tub until water reaches just below her nose, I can’t help but feel something stir awake in my chest. It’s the same feeling I’ve felt every time I’ve been in the same room with her since she confessed to me.

What the fuck is it?

It’s getting harder to ignore it. It’s almost painful how much I yearn to hold her close and be by her side at all times. It’s maddening how much she has me in a chokehold, how much she’s not even noticing the effect she has on me.

Why do I feel like this?

CHAPTER TWENTY

The cottage getaway lasted way too short.

After a week, Cove drove me back to my apartment. It was bittersweet. I wanted to spend more time with him, but I knew we’d have to return eventually. Mom and Dad knew I was with him, so they didn’t pester me. Arlo, on the other hand, messaged me six times per hour. His messages ranged between random things such as what he and Blair were up to, asking about my well-being, and threatening Cove if he didn’t return me safe and sound.

Arlo knows that something’s happening between Cove and me. Evidently, given that he actually hit Cove. But he’s not questioning it for now. It’s better this way. We have more important things to deal with than to discuss my love life.

Once I’m back in my apartment, I take a deep shower. Using Cove’s shampoo and shower gel was nice because smelling like him brought a sense of safety, but fuck, my hair and body hated it. My hair is very thick, and if I don’t use my conditioners and masks often, it dries out, and it’s hard to detangle it.

It takes me an hour to wash my hair, do a full-body scrub and wash, using all of the lotions and products to make my skin feel alive again. I make a mental note to send all of the products to his place just to have them there in case I ever need them.

I’m dressed in a pair of leggings and a basic sports bra. My apartment complex has a gym in the basement, and since I’m yet to fulfill the training regime, I decide that it’s time for me to start working out again.

It’s empty, aside from Blair and me.

She decided to join me, and for the first hour, it’s silent. She’s on the treadmill while I’m working on my leg workout. I’m listening to an audiobook, completely unaware of Blair trying to get my attention. It’s only when she stands in front of me that I remove the earphones, letting them hang around my neck.

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