Page 59 of House of Soot

“Blaise.” She wraps her legs around me, holding me to her.

I move, my hips driving in a steady rhythm, my dick sliding in and out of her. She matches my pace, her nails digging into my back.

"More… more," she pants, her voice laced with desperation.

I comply, thrusting harder, faster, driving into her with crazed abandon. Her cries fill the room as I pound into her relentlessly. Her body trembles on the edge of release, and all of a sudden, I don’t want it to end. Not yet.

I still. She moans in annoyance, her body rocking underneath me.

I look down on her, pushing her hair from her face. “There’s no hurry.”

Her green eyes blink up at me. “I need to come.”

I smile. “You will.” I lean over and kiss her, wanting her to feel the truth of my love for her. For this one moment in time, we are exactly what I’ve led her to believe we are—two people in love. It would be nice if it could absolve me of my sins, but it won’t.

I push away everything. My revenge against the Keans. My plan to hurt her. The past and future don’t exist. Right now, the world is just me and Jenna. I savor it. I imprint it into every cell in my body. For the rest of my lonely, fucked up life, I’ll carry this moment.

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JENNA

Ineed to come. My need is a torturous ache. But as Blaise holds me, there’s something else. It almost feels sad.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, baby. I just want to make this last.” He kisses me, soft, sweet, and my heart breaks open. I’ve loved him from the start, but now I’m hopelessly his. It scares me because there’s still so much I don’t know. But the way he’s touching me, loving me. Surely, he feels the same.

“I love you,” I tell him.

His eyes close, and it’s almost as if he doesn’t want to hear it. It occurs to me that he’s said the words once to me back under the oak tree, but not again since then. Before I can think too much about that, he begins to move again.

“Come for me.” He hooks his hand under my thigh, pulling it up higher, opening me more. He sinks deeper. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words are a trigger, sending me flying. My body convulses, my pussy clenching and milking him as pleasure explodes and ripples through me.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he cries out, his body tensing as he continues to drive in and out of me, drawing out my pleasure. I continue to pulse around him until with a final, powerful thrust, he comes, his dick throbbing as he empties inside me. The warmth fills me, reminds me of the lack of birth control and the resulting baby.

He rolls to the side, and I snuggle against him. I press my face into his chest, breathing in his scent. The steady thump of his heart grounds me as my thoughts spiral. I should tell him about the baby. The words sit on the tip of my tongue, but something holds me back.

At the hotel, his whole demeanor was different, and I still don’t know what it was about. And now this revelation about his influence on the hospital. Throwing around his weight, or the weight of the Keans. Who is he really? Every time I try to learn more about his past, he deflects or changes the subject.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice rumbles through his chest.

"Just… thank you. For my mom. I still can't believe you made that happen."

“Just doing what needed to be done.” His arms tighten around me, but there's tension in his voice.

Something flutters inside me. I know it’s too early to be the baby, but it makes me think of the pregnancy. I really should tell him. He deserves to know. But doubt keeps me quiet. For all the passion between us, for all that I love him, there are so many questions… questions he won't answer. And yet, he should know.

I lift my head, meeting his eyes in the darkness. "Blaise…"

His finger presses against my lips. "Shh. Let's just enjoy this moment."

My courage falters. Maybe tomorrow.

Three days later,I still haven’t told him. My excuse is that we’ve both been busy. Preparations for the party are taking up a lot of both of our time. I’m exhausted and still throwing up, but I can't afford to slow down. Not after Mrs. Kean's warning about my job security.

A wave of nausea hits me, and I press my hand to my stomach. Morning sickness doesn't care what time of day it is. I take deep breaths and find a cracker in the baggie I carry for moments such as this. It’s the remedy my mother suggested when I finally told her yesterday about the baby. The doctors had removed her breathing tube two days ago, but it wasn’t until yesterday that her coloring and energy seemed better and I found the courage to tell her.

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