Page 110 of Abyss

I can hear the way his heart gallops as his skin heats under my touch. “I’ve been told a time or two that I’m pretty damnsexy,” he muses, and I know it’s to make me laugh. “Pretty sure the wordperfecthas been used a few times, too.”

I giggle as expected, biting his shoulder. “Yeah, you like women drooling over you, don’t you? Wanting a piece of Hudson Case.”

The words taste like acid on my tongue, the thought of him with someone else making my chest heavy. I’ll be gone in two weeks, and he’ll be free to be with whoever he pleases—and there’s no denying he could get whoever he pleased.

Hudson pinches my chin, hearing the edge in my voice. Bringing my eyes to meet his thunderous blue ones, he holds me in place even as I try to avert his gaze. “The only woman I give two shits about drooling over me is you, Kav.Just you. Only you. And as for having a piece of me? You should know, you’ve written your name on all my pieces.”

My heart sings again, reiterating that my doubts about the future are just those, baseless doubts. That, even though we haven’t explicitly spoken about us after this summer, of course Hudson has plans for us. This isHudson Casewe’re talking about, isn’t it? When has the man done anything without a plan?

I kiss him because I can’t turn into a sobbing mess again, and Hudson seems to understand my need to take the lead today.

Keeping his hands loose around my hips, he watches me grind down on him. His nostrils flare at the way my slick center slides over his velvety skin, and I press my hands on his chest, rising over him.

Hovering, I wrap my hand around his massive cock, stroking it the way I’ve seen him do. Satisfaction courses through me when his jaw locks and his eyes hood at the sensation.

To say I love seeing this powerful man surrender control to me—becoming putty under my touch—is an understatement.I feel like a sorceress, commanding oceanic waves and summoning a storm with a mere flick of my wrist.

I’m spellbound in his adoring gaze and bewitched by his touch. This man, who I thought was nothing but a calloused grump, turned out to be so much more.

Running his tip through my center, I drag it to my entrance before pressing myself down on it. My pussy expands almost painfully as I slip down his shaft, creating a hot seal around him, until he’s fully seated inside me. We both moan at the overwhelming sensation of connection as our bodies take over.

“Touch me,” I demand breathily, wiggling my ass over him. I’m wet and ready, begging for him to create the type of friction inside me that has the potential of making me pass out. “Please, Hudson, touch me.”

His large palm kneads my breast before another slides down to my center. His thumb rolls my hardened nub as he regards my face with utmost attention, watching my mouth drop open and my eyes threaten to roll back. With every give and take, he leaves another trace of himself inside me—something I’ll never be able to extract.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he gasps, continuing to rub my clit. “So perfect.”

I throw back my head, using my knees to guide me up before slamming back down on him. I grasp his shoulders and slide my pussy up his shaft again before taking him back into my body. Over and over. My juices drip down his cock while the slapping of our bodies and the echoes of our grunts fill the space around us.

Hudson meets me thrust for thrust, sheathing himself inside me. His hair is tousled deliciously, every muscle flexing on his chest as he keeps his eyes pinned to mine, pistoning into my body relentlessly from below.

My thighs start to quake as my walls flutter around his shaft. A flush rises over my skin and settles in my cheeks.

“Fuck, just like that, baby girl.”

My chest heaves and my movements become sloppy, my body tiring, but Hudson continues to urge me on, clasping my hip as he drives into me. “That’s it. Keep going. Don’t you fucking slow down on me.”

“Slow down?” I ask breathlessly, leaning down to nip his lip. The tips of my damp hair brush his bare chest. “I’m not the old geezer in this relationship. You sure you can handle this?”

Forfeiting a response—or maybe it’s how he intends to answer—Hudson takes the opportunity to grab a fistful of my ass. Gripping the back of my neck, he slams into me from below, over and over, until my stomach contracts and I can barely breathe.

His cock hits me exactly in the right places and elation and frenzy duel inside me. My fingers tug at his hair and I scream as he holds me steady, pummeling into me. His hips pound against mine, dragging his cock through my walls relentlessly, and before long, I’m hurtling toward the finish line.

My body shudders and shockwaves of euphoria pull me under while lighting me up. “Hudson! I’m-I’m going to . . . Oh, God, yes! Hudson, yes!”

I come with a start, squeezing his cock, before I feel the heat of his release fill me, like the crescendo to the most melodious symphony. I collapse over him and he murmurs praises into my ear, telling me what a “good fucking girl” I am and how much he wants me.

And, Jesus, how much I like hearing him say those things.

I might not have the reciprocation of the words I said to him when I told him I was in love with him, but I’m notready to lose hope yet, either. Not when every touch from him says so much more than his words ever could.

Because if every look and every touch doesn’t give me a glimpse of his soul, then perhaps I’ve had my eyes shut this entire time.

We’re a mess of arms and legs tangled around each other as little tremors wrack through our bodies and we gather our breaths.

“I love the sounds you make when you’re riding my cock,” he says hoarsely against the shell of my ear. “So fucking sexy.”

“Thank you for letting me ride,” I say with my lips pressed to his skin. I’m so spent, I can barely move.

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