Page 103 of Abyss

Kavi’s gasp and widened eyes have me halting.

I’m still inside her as she hauls herself up, securing tender palms around my jaw as she does that thing she seems to be so fucking good at—searching, fucking prying, inside my eyes.

I want to squeeze my lids shut, pull myself away from her hypnotic gaze, but like the times before, I’m powerless to her.

Fucking powerless and weak when it comes to her.

She strips me bare, exposing me for what I am. Who I am.

Who the fuck am I?

Certainly not the person I thought I was before her.

And I’ll never be the same after.

The tips of her fingers drag across the bristles over my jaw—her favorite thing to do—before her choked whisper finds my ears. “Every star in the sky is a wish I made for us, Hudson.”

My breath gets caught in my airways as she seals her mouth over mine and I let her pull me into her, feeding me with the air I’m dying without.

Our lips mesh as our tongues tangle and she grinds herself against my cock, silently urging me to move again.

Pulling my face away from hers, I clutch the back of her neck to watch every flinch and flex of her features as I drive her up, only to let her fall.

The sounds of our bodies colliding overpower the voices coming from the speakers. Truth be told, I haven’t heard a single word spoken in quite a while.

Increasing my speed, I fuck her with abandon, feeling my balls tighten in warning.

Kavi’s walls tremble around me, her eyes rolling back into her skull.

“Look at me, baby girl,” I grit out. “I need your eyes on my face and my name on your lips when you come.”

Pulling her ass closer so I’m deeper inside her, I keep herneck steady and our eyes pinned. I hold her as her nails claw the sides of my neck and her body tenses against me.

“Hudson!” She comes with a cry from somewhere deep within, her eyes never straying from mine. “Oh, God, Hudson, I’m . . . I’m c-coming.”

It’s when I continue to drive forward, chasing my own release, that I find the pools threatening to tumble over her lids—pools she’s also kept at bay.

My molars grind, watching her force herself not to blink, but it’s when the first tear splashes against her cheek that I find myself in the throes of my own release.

My nose and mouth drop to her neck as our chests heave.

And that tear that had broken free trails down her jaw to burn across my cheek.

A couple of evenings later,Kavi wrinkles her nose, stepping away from the counter as if there’s a carcass lying on it.

I give her a deadpan look, continuing to place leaves of basil strategically around my half-cooked pizza. “It’s an egg, not roadkill.”

A grunt escapes her lips. “Might as well be. No one puts eggs on their pizza and adorns it with basil to make it look normal. You’re one of those people who loves breakfast for dinner, too, aren’t you?”

I wipe my fingers on a kitchen towel. “I love brinner. Bacon and pancakes with a glass of orange juice for dinner.”

Disbelief and repulsion skitters across her features, making me chuckle. “I knew you were a psychopath . . .”

I throw my head back with laughter, but when I swing my head to look at her, I see her watching me with rounded eyes,gentler as they take me in. I tip my chin in question. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, a smile dancing on her lips. “It’s just . . . sometimes my stomach flips when you laugh.”

I place my pizza in the oven before turning back to her. “Is that a good thing, because usually that means a bout of nausea for most people.”

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