Page 28 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

But she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Words,” he bit out, his eyes flaring, and something inside of her heated at the sight.

“I’m nervous because you aren’t doing anything,” she snapped, arching her back, trying to get him to move. To do something other than stare at her.

“Fuck.” He leaned down and kissed her neck at the same time that his hand slid lower, under his shirt that she had been wearing. His fingers made a trail of fire as they slid up her hip, torturously slow, making her wait, and his lips dragged along her collarbone.

What was it about that spot?

Any time he touched her, she felt that fire, but there…there it was stronger.

“You are not going anywhere,” he rumbled, his fingers sliding down between her legs and over her heated clit.

She jolted as he brushed across it, moaning as that warmth spread.

Oh God.

“Little one…” she heard distantly, but with just that one touch, she was almost cresting the edge. He flicked his finger, hard, and she gasped, her eyes flying open to meet his as he glared down at her.

“You are not going fucking anywhere,” he growled out, before sliding one finger inside.

What was he talking about?

“You can’t… I need… You…” She tried and tried to speak again as he continued to thrust that finger inside of her, his thumb rolling over her clit, the sound of her wet pussy filling the room.

“You what, little one?” His thumb pressed a little harder, and that was all it took.

The waves that she had been holding back let loose, and she fell over the cliff, trusting him to catch her.

“Ahhh!” she screamed as her back arched in pleasure and pain, her body shaking beyond her control.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, dropping his head to her neck, his lips sliding over her skin.

“Garrett,” she moaned as he withdrew his fingers while she was still coming, unable to hold the whimper in.

“Are you on something, or condom?” he asked impatiently from above her.

The fact that she was even contemplating trusting him said more than he probably knew, but her decision had more to do with the fact that she wanted him and nothing else inside of her.

“We’re good.” He nodded, then moved slightly, lining himself up and sliding inside of her in one smooth, slow thrust. Her pussy, still clenching from her orgasm, started fluttering again, the pressure on her walls growing and making her fall over the edge once more.

One orgasm rolling into another.

“Fuck yeah, little one,” he rumbled as he pushed her shirt up over her head and leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth.

“Ahh!” she screeched, as a line of fire slid through her and straight to her clit. She could have sworn that he smirked, but she was too busy trying to hold on as his thrusts sped up to call him out on it.

He was big enough that when he slid inside all the way, it stretched her farther than she had before, and it bordered on pain.

“You will not leave,” he said, ending with a particularly hard thrust before stilling.

“You will not talk about leaving.” He thrust and stilled again.

“I’ve spent too long”—thrust—“searching for you.”

“I don’t want to leave,” she whispered, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on.

“I don’t care. Listen to me, Mercy.” He paused his movements, this time pinning her to the bed, his eyes on hers. “Don’t do that to me. Don’t make me find you again.”

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