Page 105 of The Trust We Broke
I see flickers in the thin seam of light beneath the door.
This time, when the door slams, it’s so close, I feel the vibration of it in the stairs.
“Hope your cunt is soaked for me, Bug. Because this is gonna hurt.” If only he knew exactly how words like that made me feel.
Plenty of people have a fine sex life, but many dream of more. Of being devoured. Of being overwhelmed and overcome and overstimulated to the point where orgasms and ecstasy blend together in a completely different fabric of life.
I slide my fingers back between my legs, all thoughts of how dark the space is, how scary it feels, forgotten.
All I focus on is how close my man is and how my body is shaking with unmitigated need.
I’m almost there when the door to the attic crashes open.
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The door slamming into the wall echoes up the stairwell like gunfire. And I catch the scent of Lucy before I see her.
Hot, sweet arousal fills the air, making my pulse roar in my ears.
My hands fist the stair railing, the metal cold and grounding. Something I need before I reach her.
There’s enough light from the hallway that I can see her.
Trembling, waiting, and wet.
Her fingers are buried deep in her pussy, and her thighs shake, like she’s one move away from coming without me.
“Bug.” I growl low, the sound scraping from my throat. “Stop.”
I hear her breath catch. Her fingers cease.
I take the steps one at a time. Boots almost silent.
Stalking her.
Letting the shadows swallow me.
She’s perched like an offering. Back arched, legs open, hair wild.
Her fingers glisten between her thighs.
I stop on the stair just beneath so I’m towering over her. Her skin is a pale beacon, slick where her fingers worked her clit. Her lips are parted, and her neck bared like she wants me to bite.
And, fuck me, I almost drop to my knees and worship her.
“You started without me.” My voice is deeper, now. My desire for this woman, feral.
Her eyes, wild, lift to mine. “I tried not to. I wanted to be good.”
“No. You wanted to be caught.”
She shudders at that, and I can see just how tightly she’s wound.
I gather saliva in my mouth and slowly let it drop from my mouth until it lands just by her fingers. “Use it.”
“What?”
