Page 43 of Light As A Feather
“Oh, God.”
He pinches my clit, forcing a yelp from me. “Did I say call out to God? No. I said, say my name if you want to come.” He releases the sensitive bud, rolling his finger over it in coaxing circles that have hips arching off the floor. “Come on baby, just let me hear it one more time, and I’ll let this pretty pussy have what it’s begging for.”
“Thorne, make me come.”
Finally, he shows me mercy, giving the pointed attention I need to orgasm. “Come for me, Thorne. Come inside me, right now.” Clenching around his dick like my life depends on it, he’s forced to come moments later.
After cleaning up, removing the hardened wax, and showering, I’m so exhausted that I collapse into bed. But while my body is tired and sated, my mind keeps racing.
“I often wonder…” I’m lost in thought as I twirl the streak of white hair around my fingers.
“What?”
“I wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t been possessing you when I resuscitated you.” The curls bounce back across his forehead as I release them. “Would you have become what you are? Would you have even been savable?”
Bringing my hand to his lips, he kisses it gently, a balm that soaks through my skin and eases my internal wounds momentarily. “Does it matter? There’s no going back in time to that moment. What-if’s aren’t going to do us any good.” He gently brushes my hair away, softening the impact of his words. “Promise me we’ll focus on the future.”
“I promise.”
“Good.” He reinforces his approval with a kiss to the forehead. “Tomorrow I’ll have a meeting with Mendez, put a plan together.”
“Can I go with you?”
“You know I’d love nothing more than to bring you, but Ozzie’s very private. He’s uptight about bringing other people in…not that you’re ‘other people’ to me, but to him, you’re a stranger. It’s just?—”
“No. It’s okay. I understand. To them, I’m the girl who ran off on you in the middle of the night. Of course, I can’t be trusted.”
“I know they’ll come around to you.”
“I would honestly be disappointed if your friends weren’t protective of you.”
“It’s not just that. It’s everything we’ve built. This isn’t just some little group. They’re the real deal, and as the biggest investor, I like to let Mendez have his rules, if only just to reassure him.” A sly smirk adds a playful edge to his features that I could melt under. “We all know that at the end of the day, I’m going to get my way. He just needs some buttering up. He needs someone to loosen those strings he’s got wound way too tight.”
“You haven’t changed a bit.” I understand just how easy it is to love Hawthorne, and how impossible it is to say no to him. He just has that way with people, maybe because he uses his powers of persuasion with good intentions. “Promise you won’t keep me in the dark?”
“Of course. I promise.”
“I want to help. Whatever you have planned, I want to help us get to the other side of this mess.”
“I know.” Hawthorne brings my knuckles to his lips and kisses each one like I’m some kind of queen. “And I also know that you’re not one to let go of a grudge.” His lips make a trail up my arm, over my shoulder, and along my neck until they’re against the shell of my ear. “I would never deny you the justice you’re owed. He’ll regret every setting his sights on you.”
As if he didn’t just promise me the world, he pulls the chain on the lamp, immersing us in darkness, and pulls me against his chest. The other arm wraps around my waist in a hold that I never want to escape. There is nothing more perfect than falling asleep in his arms. If I died right here, right now, I’d die happy.
If only Ivan weren’t waiting for me on the other side.
The first of the morning light sets Sol’s hair aglow like an enchanted flame that cuts through the fog I find myself in after a restless night. I fully expected Ivan to come to her, and I’ll admit part of me hoped for the opportunity to rail into him after Sol’s revelations, but he never showed.
Odd. For a man whose obsessive jealousy is the most consistent thing about him, he’s been notably absent when I’m…how does he say… ‘defiling’ what’s his. I have to wonder, is it simply too much for him to endure, or is there something greater keeping him away? Definitely a question for Hale.
Hawthorne:
I need to pick your brain about something…fair warning, it might be a bit TMI
Hale:
This is me you’re talking to, not Ozzie
Lay it on me
