Page 49 of Pray for the Damned

“Good girl. Fuck, such a good girl for me. Look at you, so pretty when you come for me.”

His words of praise seem far away as I float into the abyss I never knew existed before tonight. It’s peaceful here, the kind of peace I’ve always dreamed of but was sure was a myth, and I give my body over to it.

Even when the vibrations drag me into another orgasm that borders on pain, even when Emmett buries himself back in my throat, and even when I’m so overwhelmed by pleasure and pain that I’m not totally sure what I’m feeling anymore.

It’s not until the vibrator is pulled from my oversensitive pussy and I find myself wrapped in a soft blanket that I realize we’ve moved at all.

When did I stop sucking his cock?

When did I stop coming?

When did he carry me to the bed?

How is it possible I missed so much?

I’ve spent my life alert. Every second of every day, I know what’s happening around me. So how is it possible I’ve allowed myself to let my guard down so low?

“You did so good, baby girl,” Emmett murmurs against my temple. He’s got me bundled in his lap with his entire body wrapped around mine protectively as he brushes his fingers over any bare skin he can reach beneath the blanket.

I blink my eyes open and look up at him, finding a mixture of pride and concern staring back at me.

Out of nowhere he produces a bottle of water and makes quick work of undoing the cap and bringing it to my lips. “Drink some of this for me, Waverly.”

I do as I’m told, my body far too exhausted to do anything other than exactly as he tells me. Who knew it could feel so good to give my power to someone else Who knew I could let go like that?

I take a few sips before shaking my head, earning me a concerned look. “Just a bit more, Little Temptress. Please?”

I nibble at my bottom lip before nodding once and allowing my lips to drop open.

He feeds me a few more sips of water and places it on the nightstand with the lid off, as if he’s going to try to get me to drink some more before long.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Um, good, I think.” My voice is hoarse from his rough treatment. “Kind of like I’m…floating.” I shake my head. I’m not doing the feeling justice at all, but I don’t know how to describe it in any other way.

“Subspace,” he tells me. “Are you sore anywhere? Did I hurt you?” The genuine concern in his voice takes me aback because it’s been so rare in my life for anyone to truly care about me. How is it that a man that has only known me for such a short time can care for me like no one else has in my life?

“No.” I shake my head. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m not in pain.”

“Good.” He brushes his lips along my temple, and I shiver under his touch.

Everything he’s done to me so far has been beyond my wildest dreams, but this is something else entirely. The way he’s holding me is like nothing I’ve ever known, and I’m sad that when I walk out of this room tonight, I may never feel anything like it again.

“Are we going to…” I trail off, my cheeks heating at the words that were about to fall from between my lips.

“Are we going to what, Little Temptress?” he murmurs, amusement clear in his voice.

I shake my head, burying my face in his warm chest to avoid responding. I can’t ask if we’re going to have sex or if we’re done, because I don’t know if I can handle my own reaction if he tells me it’s the latter. Just the thought of leaving has my chest aching and tears welling in my eyes.

“I’m not done with you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The words send a shiver of need through me, and I’m rewarded with a rough chuckle.

“How are you feeling? A bit more back to yourself?”

I nod. “I think so.”

“That’s good, because I need to be inside you. My cock is aching for you.”

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