Page 81 of A Breath of Life
“Gonna make you come.”
“Yes.” I trembled, the storm steadily approaching.
“Fuck me like you mean it. Come on, D.”
I closed my eyes and chased the high.
“Oh god yes. That’s incredible. Harder, D.”
His cock brushed my abdomen with each steady jerk of my hips, leaving a wet smear of precum behind.
I drove into his willing body with abandon, unwilling to stop, unable to slow. Needing. Wanting.
Taking.
Every time he said hard, I tried to obey. I wanted to please him. I didn’t want him to think me cowardly. I wanted to keep him in my bed for the rest of my life. If I could give Tallus a fraction of what he gave me, I would consider it a win.
His sudden cry and hot release hitting my abdomen came as a shock. Tallus squeezed his eyes shut, cursed, and did all he could to drive himself onto me as he rode out his pleasure. It was beautiful and hot as shit.
It took all of thirty seconds before the roaring maelstrom of my own orgasm pummeled me. I lost control of my thoughts as I chased the euphoria, slamming home, emptying every ounce of myself into the condom.
Time and space seemed to shatter, and it was a long time before the pieces reassembled, and I came back to myself. Sweaty from exertion,I wrapped my arms around Tallus, securing my hold so he wouldn’t go anywhere.
He rested his cheek against my shoulder, his heart beating so wildly I felt it resonate in my own body. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
I brought my mouth to his ear. “Are you sure?” I’d lost control. I’d taken him with more rough handling than ever before.
“Positive.”
“Mine,” I rasped.
“Yours, D. Always yours.”
Carefully, I maneuvered us so we were lying down. I wanted to stay inside him for as long as possible, but my sated body soon had other ideas. Tallus was quickly losing the battle with sleep, so I left him for a moment to dispose of the condom and find a damp cloth.
I cleaned us up and curled my much larger body protectively around his. Before the stress of the past couple of days returned, I fell asleep.
Less than four hours later, the ringing of my phone startled me awake.
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Diem
Jolted from a dreamless sleep to a shrill ringing, I bolted upright, peering around the dark bedroom in confusion, already reaching for the gun under my pillow. Groggy and not putting the pieces together swiftly enough, it took far too long for me to comprehend that it was my phone.
Tallus hadn’t stirred. The man would sleep through the apocalypse if it ever happened. Echo, who had somehow found her way onto the bed in the middle of the night, huffed with annoyance and turned her back.
Still not fully awake, I stumbled from bed, reaching blindly for my phone, fearing it might be the Consigliere checking in. If I didn’t answer promptly, he might punish me. As I yanked my phone from the charger, I noted the incoming call was not fromAssholebut from Nana’s nursing home.
I froze. A pit opened in my stomach. Snagging the leather pouch—in case I had to leave in a hurry—I hustled down the hall and pressed Connect.
My voice came out crackly and panicked. “Hello?”
Only after I answered did I remember I wasn’t supposed to talk to anyone at the home.
“Mr. Krause?”
