Page 74 of Revive
He slapped the side of her arse to punish her. Then, again, when she deliberately clenched.
“Stop it.”
Her teeth raked over her lower lip. “No.”
He lent more of his weight on her legs. She squeezed him tighter. It made him writhe like a fucking maniac.
“My. Orgasm. Is. Not. Yours. To. Steal.”
It took every ounce of his will power to pull out. Then, he stood, straddled over her and spilled all over her face and hair.
Once the pulse of his climax faded, Spook sagged onto one knee.
“Kiss it, Alle.”
He was still half hard when she bussed her lips against the crown.
“You tell me thank you.”
“Thank you,” she dutifully chirped. Her eyes were wild. Gleaming brighter than he’d ever seen them. It made him want to get hard all over again. Sink into her all over again. She was so damn beautiful, soiled and stained like this. And she wasn’t gaping at him in horror. What was there in her face was unfiltered love… adoration.
“I love you,” he said, as he licked her cheek and tasted the combined salt of tears and semen. “I love you and I’m all yours. All of me. Every bit.”
“I’ve been yours since the day we met. I’ll aways be yours, Spook. Always. But you need to go now. Those are the rules. That’s the game we agreed on. You’re supposed to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave you.”
“Go. Let me limp home, and then you can be irate over what’s happened. You can curse the villain that’s done this, and then you can nurse me and pamper me, and violate me any way you goddamned choose.”
“Gonna let me come in your cunt?”
“Bare?” she asked.
“Naked,” he replied.
Her lips brushed his earlobe. “You realise I’ve never done it that way before tonight.”
“It’s the only way we’re going to do it going forward.”
“Wow.” She swallowed hard. “What if you—”
“What if I fill your belly?” He offered her an enigmatic smile. “What if I do?”
Then taking her at her word, he melted into the moonlight.
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Spook
Spook’s high carried him as far as the end of the ravine to the spot where the high walls opened out and moonlight basked over sweeping grassland. While the plan was to meet back at the cave, his heart had other ideas. It was panging with all sorts of needy emotions. It already objected to the hundred or so metres he’d put between them. Going any further was out of the question. He wanted nothing more than to go back to her, scoop her up, and carry her home in his arms. Once there, he’d wash away the dirt and bathe her wounds. Smother her with love and make sure she knew exactly how smitten he was with her.
It was a test of his will to glue his feet to the spot and wait for her to hobble into view. He blinked, clearing his vision, waiting for the sight of her. He’d torn her clothes. Maybe she was hunting for her cardigan? Assessing the damage? He’d left her bruised and splattered. Well used, but definitely not broken.
She’d loved it, the same as he’d loved it.
It wasn’t like anything out of his past. The darkness was fed, but he wasn’t terrified she was going to betray him or worse, ask him for something that scared the shit out of him to give, or that made him question his mental state.
She didn’t seem terrified of him. She’d told him she loved him.
