Page 163 of Dark Little Game
“And then you saved me,” I tell him, burying my nose in the white-blond of his hair.
He puffs out a little breath. “You saved yourself. You saved us, and you know it.”
I grip him tight.
Making sure hefeelshow real it is.
He’s loved.
And he’s never going to have to live another day thinking he’s unlovable, and believing that he’ll always be alone.
Because Hunter Knox may be fucked up, or lost, or broken.
But if he is, then I’m the same thing.
Together, it feels like two wrongs come together and make something right. Something I needed long before I was aware of it. And that’s the most honest love I’ve ever had.
We fall asleep together in my bed that night, laced in each other’s arms just like we were on the sofa.
We shift in bed in the middle of the night.
I blink my eyes open, half-asleep.
And I feel him press up against the side of my body, his cock hard on my thigh.
We’re wordless as our lips come together.
And the wet heat of his tongue slides out onto mine.
In a fumbling rush, he pushes me onto my side, sliding his cock between my thighs.
It’s fast. Desperate. He bucks his hips as his cock pushes between my thighs. I squeeze them tight together, flexing around him, making it tight for him, but his breathing becomes heavy and I know he wants more.
I want more, too. I want everything.
“Need you,” he utters.
I run my lips along his neck. “You know I’m yours.”
He fumbles for the condom and lube in the drawer nearby, and it’s only minutes before he’s pushing into me. My fingers grip the sheets as he fucks me hard, his lips coming down onto my neck from behind.
“Why do you feel so good?” he utters, his breath broken up by each thrust.
“You know why.”
“Because you’re mine.”
I push back against him, eliciting a moan. “Because I love you. And even if it’s hard to fathom, youknow it. In your bones.”
He pushes hard and fast into me and calls out a string of curses as he comes, going in all the way to the hilt.
And a moment later he’s already reaching around, his hand feeling for my cock, wrapping his fist aroundme and stroking.
Behind me, he’s still inside.
And the sensation is enough to take me to the edge, too. I’m filled by him, Ibelongto him.
I’ll be his forever, now.
