Page 118 of The Art of Obsession
Now, the pain starts, causing my cock to retreat and turn flaccid like a poor hunchback.
Tightening my grip on her throat, I give Everleigh a little shake, lock my eyes on hers, and bare my teeth in a silent growl. “Unlock it now, Little Quill. Unlock it, take off your clothes, mount me, and sit on my cock, and I’ll consider not punishing you.”
She sticks out her tongue. “Bossy bastard.”
“Sassy shrew.”
“Noodlebrain baboon.”
“EVERLEIGH!” My scream is too hoarse to be intimidating, but she scrambles into her pocket, takes out the key, and uncovers me. My cock is turning purple, but sweet relief comes as soon as she unlocks it. Her clothes go next. Fuck, I missed this. Her fair white skin like flawless marble. Her soft, high breasts tipped with those flushed, erect nipples. Like a fallen star from heaven, fallen right into my hands.
Most of all, the heart. The anatomical heart I carved into her skin. Silver as a crystalline frost.
Despite my worn muscles, I manage to grip her hips, carefully pulling her onto my lap, cringing at the pain in my side from her weight.
“Cal, this isn’t safe,” she protests, pressing her pretty hands to my chest. “You could tear your stitches.”
With an airy chuckle, I coil my hand around her neck, yank her down, and thrust my dick up, impaling her on my length. And groan. “Fucking heaven.” I tip my head back as she clenches all around me, tighter than ever, tight as the first time I took her. The gap of time proves its effect on her as well since she wiggles and tries to adjust to my girth inside her for the first time in weeks.
Finally, I take a moment to glance at our surroundings. I harden even more, growing thicker as I use all my muscles to fuck her from below.
“Cal…” she whispers, lowering herself more until her brow brushes mine. “Just…let me. Please?”
Her eyes melt. Her limbs soften. With one more squeeze of that perfect pussy, I can’t deny her. And I recognize the sense of giving her control, preventing any further injuries.
After five weeks of inactivity, it takes all my willpower not to go balls deep inside her. Especially with her riding me like she is.Slow and deep, she moves, sucking so strongly around me as she raises her hips, coming out to the tip before sinking down again—making me feel every goddamn inch.
To distract myself from coming right away from all her soaked heat around me and those pretty, plump breasts bouncing, I gaze at the exhibit. A disbelieving laugh escapes my nostrils.
“How long did this take?” I wonder, vaguely remembering—somewhere in my subconscious—the sounds of construction.
“Four weeks. Mmm, Cal, you feel bigger?—”
“Yes, Little Quill.”
“Because—”
“Too long without you. Too long without this.” I thrust slowly, unable to control myself. “The memory of your gorgeous figure covered in blood after you stabbed my nemesis to hell. How beautiful you look now…your belly filled with the life we created.” I touch her stomach. I’d wager she’s nearly three months along now. “The way you’re here…taking me now.”
She touches my shoulders, her fingers tender. “I’ve been here the whole time.”
“Why?”
I genuinely want to know. Need to know. Knowing Dorian removed the tracker, she could have run far away, could have been free of me—though I never would have stopped pursuing her.
“You’re still an asshole.” She lifts up, bringing herself down a little harder, and I groan deeper, controlling myself.
“That will never change, Little Quill.”
“Everything you did to me. It was sick and twisted and so wrong. But so right. I don’t know how you did it.” Her voice trembles, but it never falters as she combs her fingers through my hair.
“I don’t even know who I was before you,” she says, her eyes locked on mine, her hands digging into my scalp. I lift my hands and cup her perfect breasts, rubbing my thumbs along her immaculate nipples, savoring her hiss. “I was just…surviving. You made me feel things I didn’t know were possible. You tore me apart, Raidyn Callum, but you also put me back together. And yeah, maybe I’m just as messed up as you are, but isn’t that the point? Isn’t that what love is? Taking the broken pieces and making something beautiful out of the mess?”
I lift my chin, arch my neck, and capture one rosy nipple in my lips, circling my tongue around it—imagining how it will look and taste once she is full of nourishing milk.
Everleigh’s voice softens, her gaze dropping to the floor. “You gave me beauty, Cal. You gave me vengeance. You gave me…me.It was dark and bloody. But isn’t that what art is? You said it yourself—art is messy. It’s raw. It’s painful. But it’s also the most beautiful thing in the world.”
Fuck! When she says things like that. Hold on. Not yet. Not fucking yet!—I command myself despite how heavy my balls are.
