Page 202 of Blood & Betrayals

He chuckles. “Maybe.”

A chill wind rolls through the trees, and I look up, noticing the darkness rolling in. “I have to go.”

“Hurry home, little fae.”

I hesitate for a long moment, debating whether to say what I want. But then I take a breath and turn to face him fully. “Don’t disappear again. Please.” Without waiting for him to reply, I turn and run, leaving him standing there.

80

Summer

When I arrive at Connor’s, he’s just finishing an assignment. He closes his laptop, smiling brightly at me. “Hi, babe.”

I smile more easily than I have in days. “Hi, big guy.”

Connor puts his laptop aside and walks over to me. “So,” his eyes darken, “I might have finished something earlier than planned.”

I quirk a brow.

“So, how about I feed you?” Connor places his hands on my hips, pulling me in closer.

I lean against him. “But you have an exam next week.” I immediately regret my words, cursing myself for reminding him of that fact, but it’s only fair that I try to do what he asked of me.

“So, no sex?” Connor pouts.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “You said no sex until you were finished with your exams. It was your rule?—”

“Babe. Do you want to have sex or not?” Connor interrupts.

“I do. I really do, Con, but we made a deal, and I?—”

“Going once…” Connor’s eyes are nearly black.

I groan, craning my neck as I look up at him.

“Going twice…”

“Fuck. Yes, please!” I concede.

Connor’s mouth comes down on mine, and I open eagerly for him. I moan, tugging at his shirt. Connor breaks the kiss and pulls it off before grabbing my ass and lifting me. I plunge my fingers into his hair as he carries me to the bed.

Connor shoves my skirt up and yanks my panties off. I push at his pants in similar haste, desperate for him, for pleasure, for the closeness.

“Tell me you need me,” I moan into the kiss.

“So desperately,” Connor pants and slides his shaft against my slick pussy. I yank my shirt open, needing there to be no barriers between us. He notches the head of his cock against my opening. I’m about to pull my sports bra off when Connor thrusts inside me, obviously unwilling to wait any longer.

I arch beneath him, pleasure crashing through me. My body trembles like it’s been starved of this pleasure for years, not just for ten days. Maybe Connor was right. Perhaps this is an addiction. Connor immediately starts to thrust, not even able to savor just being inside me. I rock my hips, eagerly meeting his every thrust and welcoming him even deeper.

“Need you, babe,” he groans, his hips pistoning into me. I dig my nails into his back, clawing at him.

“Fuck. More… Gods!” Connor braces one hand on the headboard, moving harder, faster, his thrusts frantic. I slide my knees higher on his hips, opening more to him, needing him deeper. “Fuck, Connor!”

Connor moves his other hand to the headboard and shifts his legs, gaining more leverage. “Fuck, so perfect,” he groans. “So fucking tight, babe.”

My body clenches almost painfully around him, and I drop my hand to the bed, clenching the sheets. He is so deep I can’t tell where he ends, and I begin.

“Squeezing me so good. Pussy… so… wet.” Connor pants in between words, his thrusts growing impossibly more frantic.

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