Page 58 of Unhinged Cravings
He pulled back, his blue eyes sparkling amid the lust that darkened them. “Are you claiming me, wildcat?”
I bunched his shirt in my fist and yanked his mouth back to mine. Nipping his lip, I said, “Yes.”
“Fuck.” He kissed me so hard it stole the breath from me. “Done.”
Lost in the heat, the intensity of the inferno that engulfed us, I didn’t think about the condoms that had been so prominent the night before. I was sure he had one in his wallet like just about every man I’d ever slept with, but if he did, it was forgotten. Only the consuming desire that constricted my thinking existed alongside the pleasure that was assailing me in electric currents. He fumbled with my bra, then ripped it as if it were nothing more than a flimsy piece of paper. And I did the same to his shirt, spraying buttons across the floor, their tiny pops as they hit the floor lost beneath my moans and his growls. Flesh to flesh, I pulled him as close as our bodies would allow, forcing him deeper in me with my heels.
A second climax sat in my periphery, rising with each twist of my nipple between his fingers, every bite to my neck, and every thrust he gave me. It grew and grew until I could deny its presence no more and it leaped, attacking me with such fervor that myscream reverberated through the room. Emerson came with a roar that eclipsed my scream, his body going tense as he exploded in me. I turned my head, our mouths meeting and locking in a kiss that sent the last vestibules of my resistance to tatters. I could no longer deny what this man did to me, what we were together, how perfectly our disfigured pieces fit.
He pushed into me two more times, his hand so tangled in my hair that he gave up on removing it and lowered his forehead to mine. Heaving breaths made it challenging to talk, so I simply clung to him with my legs, my bottom supported by his one hand, my body by the wall.
When I could finally get air to enter my lungs in more than ragged gulps, I draped my hands up his back and weaved them into his hair.
“That’s a first,” I said, letting my head fall back.
“Never been fucked against a wall?” he said, and I looked back at him to see his sly grin.
“No, I’ve had plenty of that.”
His smile shifted quickly to a frown, his hold on my hair more a tug now. “When I say you’re mine, Ava, that means no mention of another man touching you.”
“Mmm, well, that goes both ways, Mr. Tides.” He grimaced at the name. “I guess you didn’t fuck the memory of them from me completely, so we might need to do that a few more times.”
This time, the smile spread to light his features. He kissed me and lowered my body, slipping from me and only then glancing down. “Shit, that’s what you meant. Yeah, that’s a first in a very long time.” His eyes shot back to me. “Please tell me you’re on some kind of birth control.”
I shook my head.
“Damn.” His mood switched like the flick of a light switch, and he had his pants zipped and his phone out before I could stop him. “I’ll get something for you to take. A pre?—”
“Emerson, stop.” I pushed his phone down, receiving a nasty glare in response.
“I don’t need birth control. I can’t have children.”
He stared at me, something like suspicion in his eyes.
“I’m serious.” I’d never shared the truth, continued to insist any man use protection to protect myself from whatever they might unknowingly share with me. But no one but my uncle knew the extent of my injuries.
I pulled my skirt down and fixed the underwear he hadn’t bothered to remove, giving him a curious look as I adjusted it.
“I was caught up in the moment.” He ran his hands through his hair, looking suddenly unsure of himself. “I’ve never let that happen before.”
“Let me clean up and I’ll explain.” His cum was slowly leaking out of me, and the thought had those obnoxious butterflies cascading through my belly again.
He picked me up and sat me on the counter just as I walked away. “Talk before I make a phone call and get you medicine.”
“So worried about getting me pregnant?” I asked.
His expression tightened, and he moved to stand between my legs. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ears and said, “Not as worried as I should be, but I don’t want children Ava and you and I…we don’t know what this is between us.”
“You don’t want children?”
“No. It’s one reason I’ve never even entertained getting serious with someone. I don’t live that kind of life, and kids annoy the shit out of me.”
Inclining my head to the side, I smiled. “Is it odd that we’re having the kid conversation already?”
He snorted, the tension fading from his jawline. “Probably. Now tell me why I shouldn’t worry that my cum is dripping out of you right now.” He shook his head and rubbed his temple. “I don’t make mistakes, Ava. But every time I turn around now, it’s another mistake.”
I placed my hand over his and lowered it. “I wasn’t ready for this conversation either, Emerson. It’s not something I readily share, like anything in my past.”
