Page 38 of Catching His Runaway

It’s like he wants to mark me up for everyone to see.

Shivering as he lifts, I don’t register his words. Groaning as he drags his cock out, I blink hazily as he moves to grab my arm. Carefully rolling me over, I’m given three seconds of pure bliss.

When I look at Tommy, my heart pounds. Not out of fear, or hatred, or anything bad.

When I look at him, I see the glint in his eyes, the curve of his canines behind a stretched smile, and the hunger rolling off of him.

Tommy hasn’t said the words either, but there’s no denying it. Something unspoken has shifted between us. Revenge is no longer on the table. There’s so much more at play here.

Something that’s irreversible.

My heart pounds for him, my body aches for his touch.

Can the same be said for him?

There’s not enough time to ask. Not when he’s stretching my hips by spreading my thighs apart with his own.

As soon as I’m back on my back, I don’t have time to adjust. He’s working his cock back inside, pounding against spots that make my voice come out hoarse, and my vision blurs.

Like he wants to watch me fall apart into small pieces, he’s given himself a front row seat.

Well, he’s going to get exactly that.

As our grunts and moans fill the air, through squinted eyes, I watch the beads of sweat roll down his brow.

Even with a look of concentration on his face, he is still the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Even if he’s decorated in scars that each have a story to tell, and a pair of eyes that lack any light to them, my feelings for him don’t waver.

I don’t dislike him. From the way my heart races, the truth is staring right back at me.

My heart craves him as much as my body does. Even if there’s no chance of my feelings being returned, there is no stopping them.

All I can do is relish in the present and push facing the complications to the back of my mind.

As if he has a goal to make one orgasm roll into another, his onslaught continues until his thrusts become a blur, uneven and rougher.

Wrapping my arms around him, my nails dig deep enough to make him hiss. I risk making him deaf with how loud I cry out as another wave of pleasure comes crashing over me.

His hips pump slower, dragging his length against my sensitive nerves. Finally, he plunges deep, and I feel the heat of his release, leaving no space for anything else.

Our chests brush with every attempt to regain our composure.

He pulls back to stare down at me. For a moment, his eyes search. No longer smiling, his frown taunts me.

Leaning up, I don’t give him enough time to ferment whatever thoughts are forming. Instead, I kiss him. As his tongue finds mine, I fall deeper and deeper.

Even with his roughness, and my willingness, this wasn’t some hate-fuck.

This was real. More than either of us might be ready to accept.

Well, we’ve got no choice here. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of… whatever this is, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to take any steps back.

As someone who is familiar with addiction, I can already see I’ve got a new one forming.

Even if it’s for a man who might be the most dangerous one I’ve ever known.

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Sneaking away from Tommy is easier said than done. Despite abandoning me for the day, he isn’t any more willing to let me out of his sight more than any of the days before.

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