Page 203 of Blood & Betrayals

“You going to fill me up, big guy?” I ask breathlessly, transfixed by the pleasure on his beautiful face.

“So full.” Connor moans, his neck flushing as he holds back his orgasm.

“I’m so close, Con… Fuck. So close…”

Connor slips a hand between us, brushing his thumb over my clit. Even that barest touch sends me tumbling over the edge, and I cry out as the pleasure reaches its apex. Connor gives one last brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He shouts and spills deep inside of me, his body shuddering as he finds his release.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, my entire belly clenching with my release. Connor groans and lowers himself down on top of me, pressing kisses all over my sweat-slicked face as his cock pulses inside of me. I tunnel my fingers into his hair. “Fuck, I needed that.”

Connor bites my ear. “Me too. It’s been killing me.”

“It has?” I moan.

Connor nods into my neck. “I hated it.”

“I thought you were cool with it,” I say, nuzzling my cheek against his.

Connor laughs, pulling back to look down at me. “No, babe.”

My lips twitch.

“What?”

I shake my head.

Connor bends, kissing along my shoulder. “I missed being inside you.”

“Fuck, Connor,” I moan.

Connor laughs. “What?”

“Nothing, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. I’m sorry, I know it’s been hard,” Connor says.

“It’s okay. I just wanted you to be happy.” I slide my fingers up his back, feeling him shiver when my touch brushes over where his wings appear on his back.

“You know what makes me happy?” he asks, looking down at me. “You.”

I shake my head, but my lips pull into the biggest, stupidest grin. “You’re a big mush.”

Connor playfully smothers my face in kisses. “You are, too. It’s contagious! And now you’re infected!”

I squeal, swatting at him. “Connor! Ew, stop!”

“Never!” Connor grabs my hands and moves to my neck, pressing big, smacking kisses to the sensitive line of my throat.

I wiggle beneath him, squealing in delight. “Stop!”

Connor tickles my sides, making me shriek with laughter. He stops suddenly, his gaze fastened to my face. “Perfect,” he whispers, his skin glowing.

“Sweet talker. I’m still not staying the night,” I say with a soft smile.

“Why?” Connor whines.

“Because you’ve still got an exam, and sleepovers were deemeddistracting.”

“But they also help with my stress,” he counters.

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