Page 89 of Ethereally Redeemed

“Fuck me just like that. You like this, don’t you? You like taking control when your head is spiraling out of control. You’re fucking terrified of the future; I see it in your eyes.”

I cry out as I lift myself before slamming back down on him,hitting his waist as his cock hits that perfect spot inside me. I ride him with fervor, his hands guiding and supporting my every movement.

“But you also need me to take control over you. I know you do, my little doll. You crave the monster within me because you don’t want to fight your demons alone.”

He grips my hand, twisting them so they’re behind my back while giving me a mischievous smirk. It’s harder to keep my balance when I can’t hold on to his shoulders. I have to focus the weight on my thighs so I can hold on to him.

“What if it never goes away? The constant fear, the demons that still fester inside me?” My voice is laced with uncertainty, even as I continue to slam down on him, our moans mingling with each thrust.

“Then I’ll be here every step of the way, fighting your fucking demons for you, if that’s what it takes. It’s you and I against the world, and not even our minds will take that from us.”

His lips find mine as he releases my hands, allowing me to grasp his wet hair. Our moans build to a crescendo of ecstasy.

“I love you,” I stutter, emotions clogging my voice at how lucky I am to have him in my life.

“Fuck, I love you too. You’re the poison I’d choose over again if only to be with you. You’re my fucking madness, driving me insane, yet I crave it all the same.”

His palm presses against my throat, slowly restricting my breath. It makes my clit tingle all over again as I ride him while he seizes control over my breath. His wet lips devours me with a greediness that consumes us both, pushing me closer to another climax.

Eventually, he takes back control, flipping me onto my back on the sandy shore. He slams inside of me with feral, lethal thrusts as his muscles tighten, his cock jerking inside me. He fucks me with a kind of raw masculinity, possessing me, and it’sin this moment I finally let go. All the worries of the future leave my body as if thrown out of a window; all doubts wash away like the water enveloping us in its embrace. I know, with him, I’ll fucking make it, and I won’t let my insecurities ruin our future.

“It’s funny, isn’t it? We’re fucking in the lake, and the first time I made you come was by one.”

The memory of that time washes over me—the corpse we saw—but I push those thoughts aside, empowered to take control of my life and decide what should and shouldn’t affect me—all because of the therapy sessions with Camila.

“Yeah,” I beam at him.

He pushes deep inside me one last time before his release, his moans echoing through the trees as water splashes beside us. As he strokes my hair, his forehead clashes with mine, locking eyes with me and pouring out all of his feelings without a word.

I see it in his eyes, too. He is as terrified as I am, though much better at concealing it. But I also see how much he trusts this—us.And if he believes in our future, then so will I.

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“DO YOU HAVE EVERYTHINGyou need?” Everlee asks when we stand outside their cottage.

I nod, stealing one last glance at the forest surrounding us, drinking in the sight of the cottage that’s been my refuge these past months. I will miss this house that gave me a place I could finally belong to, but it’s time to go on new adventures.

Draven and Everlee help load the Jeep we bought from him at a lower price, since he’s planning to buy a new one anyway.

“Okay, good.”

The breeze washes over us as we stand among the trees, the birds singing high above, and the sweet scent of the lake filling the air.

“It’s all done,” Draven says as he closes the tailgate and tossesthe key over to Grey, who catches them effortlessly.

“Thanks, man.”

They share a brotherly hug, clapping each other’s backs before Draven waves at me and heads back into the cottage. Grey slips into the driver’s seat, leaving Everlee and me alone for a few final moments. Her gaze is tear-eyed and her lips form a bright smile.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” she says as she embraces me, her sweet perfume enveloping my senses.

I feel the sting of unshed tears forming in my eyes as I hug her back. “I’ll miss you too.”

“Call me when you can, yeah?”

“Absolutely.” I break the hug, smiling through the tears now sliding down my cheeks. “Thank you for everything. I really mean it.”

“You’d have done the same. After all, that’s what friends are for. Safe travels.”

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