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I wanted to grab his ass, push him in deeper even though there was nowhere else to go, but he still had my arms stretched above my head, so I drew my knees around his hips and felt him sink even deeper.
I cried out as I came, my orgasm washing over me like a fierce wind, every nerve in my body combusting, a fire raging from the inside out, like Poe was taking his blow torch to every crevice of my body.
He groaned as he fell after me, driving harder and faster, like he’d lost his mind. “Fuck… So fucking good, little bird. So fucking good.”
I was lost in the abyss of my release, in the sensation of him pounding into me while tremors wracked my body, white light exploding behind my eyelids while time seemed to stop.
I was barely aware of him collapsing, propped up on his elbows over my body, his back rising and falling with his heaving breath.
We stayed like that for a long time, our bodies cooling, our breath returning to normal.
Finally he lifted his head to kiss me, surprisingly tender considering the heat of our fucking a few minutes before. Then he pulled back to look at me as he stroked the hair at the top of my head.
I tried to arrange my features into an expression of stoic resignation. “How many more times do I have to do that?”
Alarm washed over his face and I started laughing. “I’m kidding, Poe.”
He laughed, dropping his head against my bare shoulder. “Goddamn, little bird. You just about scared the shit out of me, and I have to say, that’s not easy to do.”
I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, because it was smarter than telling him the truth: that he scared the shit out of me too, and not for the reasons I’d expected when I’d left the tunnels with the three men known as the Butchers.
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Hours later,I still had a hard time thinking about anything but him.
It wasn’t like I’d never had an orgasm with a guy before, but I’d never felt the kind of hunger I’d felt with Poe, had never felt like I might actually die if I didn’t feel someone inside me.
It had been like standing in the eye of a hurricane, my soul quiet while my body came apart around me.
I’d been mortified to find Reva in the kitchen when we finally came upstairs, and not just because she was making her infamous monster cookies (aptly named but not for the reason the iconic cookie had originally been named).
Did she know? Had she been able to hear us?
But she hadn’t given any indication she knew Poe had just fucked my brains out downstairs. It seemed impossible — my whole world felt like it had tilted on its axis — but I went with it, answering her questions about how I seasoned and cooked the chicken while I put it in the oven and cut sweet potatoes and onions for the roasted paprika dish I planned to serve as a side.
I felt flushed while I cooked, had a hard time looking Remy in the eye when he came in from whatever work he did during theday (Bram wasn’t a problem since I was still invisible to him). I was dying to ask what they did for a living, but it seemed like a question that was off-limits.
I left them in the dining room and took my food to my room, not wanting to pretend it was just another night when my entire reality had shifted. Because if I was fucking one of the men who’d chased me through the tunnels, literally anything was possible.
At my desk with my computer, I scanned Ethan Todd’s new video (I’m Back, Bitches), skimmed the comments (the king returns/bitchesnhoes watch out/#legend), and opened up my chat with the girls.
Nat8965: I can’t believe he’s back.
Fuzzywuzzy: Ugh, I know. So gross.
JennyJay: My little brother is all over it.
I jumped in.
Jslittlesis: I’m sorry. :(
We’d started talking because we’d all been affected by Ethan Todd in one way or another. We’d been the only women in Todd’s comments pushing back on his bullshit, and we’d connected over our shared horror that there were others in the comments who agreed with him.
JennyJay: Does anyone know where he’s staying?
Jslittlesis: I read he’ll be at the Warwick. That’s where the conference is being held.
