Page 69 of Splitting Secrets
He leans forward, capturing my mouth into a kiss before he agrees. “Absolutely.”
I blink down at him, then nod my head once.
He wastes no time.
The dark, wispy shadows move against every part of me like gentle kisses along my skin. Raze pushes his hips up again, sending his cock back inside me at a much slower pace this time as he positions his shadows directly my other opening.
“Now, relax,” he whispers into my ear, his hands moving to palm my ass cheeks.
I try to do as he says, exhaling a breath and willing my body to release all the tension in my muscles. As I blow out, he pushes inside and I feel...everything.
It’s overwhelming and painful and pleasurable all at once. There’s a moment where I have to adjust, and it feels like he increases the size of the shadows as my body accommodates him. But once I’m fully relaxed and stretched to my max, he thrusts his cock inside of me and moves the shadows at the same time, and I nearly fall apart.
I let out a yelp that I’m sure will have someone running in here to see if I’m being killed, but I don’t have it in me to care. My fingers dig into his pecs, my face contorted into what I’m sure is a strange mix of pain and pure ecstasy.
Just as I start to feel that familiar, delicious spark of lighting up my spine, Raze wraps his hands around the back of my thighs once again, yanks himself out, and pushes me forward until I land directly against his waiting mouth. He replaces his cock andshadows with his tongue and fingers, massaging my clit at the perfect speed as I straddle his face.
With no headboard to grasp onto and steady myself, I’m forced to cling to the wall, my hands splayed against the smooth paint as he curves his forward, pressing his thumb into the same spot his shadows were just occupying, and my orgasm catches back up to me in no time.
I can’t even say stars explode behind my eyes. This climax sends me into a completely different galaxy. The world tilts off its axis. I lose all control of my very being, my body moving on its own accord as Raze wrings every ounce of pleasure from it. I cry his name out, so loud that there’s no denying what’s happening in here or who it’s happening with.
My hand clamps over my mouth as I practically sob for the second time as I come against his mouth. He said he wanted to claim me, and I’m terrified that he just did.
As I come down from the life-altering high, Raze positions me so I’m lying against his chest, his heart pounding against my ear. He grabs my shower towel and cleans his cum off his stomach with a halfhearted promise to bring me a new one, which explains why he had to move me off him so abruptly.
“I’m afraid I’ve made a mistake,” he murmurs as his brush against my sore scalp.
“What’s that?”
“I thought I was claiming you, but there’s absolutely no way I’m ever going to recover from that.”
36
Sonny
Raze is gone when I wake up. I didn’t expect him to stay long. He’s constantly bouncing in and out of our lives, spreading himself between the rebellion and the Midnight Syndicate. Though admittedly, I was shocked at how deeply I managed to sleep with him at my side.
My parents are perched at the kitchen island, waiting for me to resurface, which makes my walk of shame even more awkward. I doubt they know what happened. Before we fell asleep, he informed me that he had put a sound barrier up so no one could hear us, and I decided I really like his Mirrane gifts. But my paranoia has me convinced that Raze’s handprints are seared into my skin for all to see.
Ava, Beatrix, and Jonah were suspiciously absent when I crawled out of bed and checked their rooms, prepared to fess up to my mistake. I came down to the kitchen because I assumed their hunger had brought them here the same way mine did. My stomach has been growling since last night after skipping dinner and working up an appetite before bed.
Something I’ll never let myself live down.
But as I descended the stairs, I was shocked to find that the living room was empty, and the kitchen was eerily quiet.
I didn’t see their waiting faces until I had already rounded the corner and it was too late to slip away unnoticed. Still, I considered spinning on my heel and high-tailing it up the stairs, but their greeting stopped me in my tracks.
“Sonny,” my mother chirps, setting her coffee mug down onto the counter beside her half eaten toast. Peanut butter toast with honey and raisins sprinkled on top.
My eyes are glued to the plate as memories of her eating that exact breakfast come flooding in. I always thought it was a disgusting combination, gagging when she tried to force me to eat it. She insisted it was good. Dad and I would tease her about never eating anything else.
And here this impostor sits, enjoying her special toast.
“We were hoping you’d be up soon,” she goes on, casting a nervous glance toward the man who is supposedly my father.
Something fluffy slinks around the corner of the cabinets, its little feet tapping against the stone floor until it reaches my legs and nudges against them. I finally get a glimpse at its pointed ears and long tail and realize it’s a cat.
A cat...the one thing I asked them for every year for Christmas, only to be shot down because my dad supposedly had an allergy.
