Page 61 of Careless

“Rian,” I whimper, but I’m not going to ask him to stop. I want this. I want him, even if it hurts.

That’s the way our love has always been. So exquisite, even when it’s painful.

“You’re so tight and allmine,” he murmurs as he once again pulls back then plunges deep into me.

His fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing the words from my mouth.

“Yours.”

“Mine—” Thrust. “—all—” He pulls out completely. “—fucking—” Then, he plunges back inside me to the hilt. “—mine.”

The culmination of pain, pleasure, claiming, dirty words and finally—FINALLY—having Rian inside of me is too much and I sob as my orgasm hits without warning. I grapple for purchase and clutch onto the comforter. He must feel my insides quivering because his fingers dig into my hips so he can keep his pace steady. Wave after wave of a feeling so potent I’ve never come close to experiencing it before washes over me. Euphoria, bliss, ecstasy… whatever it is, slams into me until I’m fully emerged. I’m drowning and I don’t want to come up for air.

“That’s it, baby. Keep coming on my cock. Show me how good my cock is for you.” His hips piston forward, rocking into me with an unstoppable force. He won’t take his eyes off of my face, as if needing to capture each emotion in a lockbox in his mind.

“Rian,” I shriek and he bends down to lay kisses across my chest, twisting my nipple between his expert fingers. “Fuck.” My hips buck from the aftershock.

This is insane. No one should be this good at sex, right? This has to be an illusion. You can't jump from excruciating pain to indescribable pleasure.

“Good girl.Mygood fucking girl.” His lips crash down on mine, his pace loses rhythm and I cling to him, not wanting to let go of this moment.

I chant his name in my head as his tongue probes past my lips.

I don’t want this to stop, even if it drives me insane, and I live the rest of my days in a padded cell. At least I can have this on repeat.

He pulls back and roars so loudly. I’m surprised his jaw doesn’t unhinge with the force behind it. Then, I experience the unique sensation of being filled by Rian’s cum. He shoots into me, spurt after spurt. He thrusts until my core milks every last drop of his release inside of me, then he stills, clutching me close.

“Ri,” I whimper as he strokes my sweaty skin, lulling me away from the cliff he dangled me from.

“Shh, baby. I got you. Just breathe.” He doesn’t mind the sweat as he kisses my cheek and down to my shoulder.

It takes a moment to regain any semblance of clarity, but I eventually get there. “No… condom?” I struggle to use words after how he rattled my brains like an Etch-A-Sketch.

His voice takes on a serious tone. “No condom. Not with you.”

“Why?… What if… I wasn’t… on birth control?” I slowly catch my breath as he strokes his fingers down my chest until his fingers tease my nipple piercing, which already feels sensitive from him playing with it.

“That would’ve been even better,” he confesses as he lets me go and rolls onto his back, his girth slipping out from my highly abused cunt.

I turn toward him, watching him struggle with the aftermath of our lovemaking as much as I am.

I blink in confusion. “How?” He chuckles before pulling me back into his arms as if he can’tnottouch me. He holds me in a way that relaxes every inch of my body.

His fingers trail along my cheek, peeling the hair off of my sweaty face, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips. “I always planned to put my babies inside you. If that happens today or ten years from now, it doesn’t matter, but I’ll have loads of fun doing it.”

Did he just suggest that hewantsto get me pregnant? We’re still in school. He’s deeper into this relationship than I realized. I’m about to ask him about it, but a wave of exhaustion washes over me and next thing I know, everything goes black.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

HER

“Sorcha!” My name breaks through the tranquility of my sleep, but I can’t focus. My body feels like it got hit by a zamboni and the weight on my body only lessens the pain slightly. “Sorcha, are you up?” the same voice sounds again.

I try to open my eyes, but everything is blurry. I blink a few times, trying to understand what I’m seeing.

Or rather, who I’m seeing.

Last night flashes through my mind, a kaleidoscope of memories running by so fast I can barely decipher them, painting an abstract picture. It assists me in understanding why Rian is in my bed and naked at that.

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