Page 95 of The Souls We Claim
“Aww, fuck, I can feel that,” I groan.
Tears spill over as she gasps for air, and they drip onto my chest. Her whole body shakes for a moment, and I hold her as she cries against my shoulder.
I’m so glad edging works to release all her pent-up emotions. I didn’t like the idea of spanking her. Well, I do, but not hard enough to get her to this space.
I release her hair from its elastics and run my fingers through it. I love how cool and soft it feels as it slips through my fingers.
“I’m sorry,” she says finally.
I kiss her temple. “Never be sorry.”
“When I sent you that message that I wanted you earlier, I was thinking something sexier than me bursting into tears on you.”
I grab the corner of the sheet and wipe her face. “Can’t think of anything more intimate to be fair.”
Ari moves again, her cunt squeezing me tight. “Show me how good it feels for you,” she whispers. “Help me make different memories, Halo.” She climbs off me and clambers onto her knees into the position her ex always preferred and left her wanting in.
“You tell me to stop holding back and then you do this,” I say, kneeling up behind her. Her back is so fucking soft as I stroke it. “Brave girl.”
This time when I enter her, it feels…different.
“You okay?” I ask.
“I feel like I’m being revered, not used. I feel like my satisfaction comes before yours, not last. It’s about intimacy and connection, not use and release.”
“Jesus, Ari. You’re the most precious thing I own.” I almost ask her to become my property for good, without even taking it to the club for a vote. “Nothing ever…felt this good.” My words are punctuated by grunts and muttered curses.
My hips take over. I hammer her harder than she deserves, desperate for everything she can give me. And when she comes again, her body shakes beneath me. I don’t want to come in a fucking condom, so when she’s done, I slide out of her, pull the condom off, and come hard, all over her back.
“Fuck,” I shout.
I’m breathing like I just completed a twenty-one-mile run with a fully weighted backpack. Cum glistens on her skin. Using my fingertips, I rub it into her.
Ari smiles softly. “Having fun?”
“You have no idea.”
I scoop up some cum and write my initials on her back.
This makes her chuckle, but I’m stuck in some kind of fucked-up baptism ritual where instead of holy water, I use my cum to mark her.
Finally, Ari flops onto her side. “Maybe I should fight people with a knuckle duster more often.”
I lie down facing her and kiss her. “Not without me to back you up.”
“When I decided I was going to leave and come to Mercy’s funeral, I had no idea what I was letting myself in for.”
“You regretting it?” I ask. My words are playful, but I do really want to know.
She shakes her head. “You’re probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. My idea of a good time is cooking some good food, watching the sun go down with a cooler, and making out with a sexy old biker.”
“Then I’m a lucky fucking guy.”
“Who said the sexy old biker was you?”
I laugh at that and nibble the side of her neck, making her squirm.
A loud knock on my room door makes me groan. “Fuck off,” I yell.
