Page 131 of Like A Moth To A Flame

All I could think about was him.

He slowly rolled his hips against me, and I whimpered at the way it felt—the way the head of his cock brushed against the sensitive spot inside me. With every stroke, he held me in his embrace, trapping me in a cage that had become my den, my safety net.

I liked it here, in this place with him. I liked our combined crazy.

With every movement, my senses heightened, and every kiss dragged me back down to earth. It was the feeling of floating, and somehow also falling, and I couldn’t get enough.

It was a dance that we danced together, and for a while, we moved in sync. Before long, the rhythmic clenching of my core signaled I was close, and he pulled back to look into my eyes.

“Cum with me,” he begged, his hands threading through my hair as he continued to rock against me.

I nodded, unable to look away from his eyes as he continued to move against me. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to me until he crushed me into the couch, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I needed his heat.

“C-close,” I moaned, and the heated sigh that fell from his lips told me he felt the same. His hands dipped beneath my hips, pulling me against him as he continued to push into me, and the angle broke me.

I pushed against him, rising to meet him halfway as the lightning struck, sending me hurtling over the edge into oblivion. Hebit back a groan, and once again I felt him flooding me, filling me to the brim, until it dripped in frothing ribbons down the curve of my ass, dropping to the fabric beneath us.

I held him against me, our hearts beating on the same wavelength as we struggled to catch our breath. His hands fell from my hair to dip beneath my chin and pull my eyes up to meet his once more.

“My perfect girl,” he purred, his thumb tracing circles across my cheek. “Such a good girl.” I collapsed against him, my muscles jumping from exhaustion as I clutched him against me.

I was content for the first time in as long as I could remember.

I was floating.

No. No, I wasflying.

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Lucky for you, I got all these daddy issues…

Firefly

When I woke up the next morning, she was lying beside me.

My eyes flashed open, and I looked at her, and disbelief twisted in my guts.

I gently pulled the blanket down until it whispered down her body, and I could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept, and smell my scent wafting off her skin. After I’d taken her on the couch, I’d carried her into the shower and washed her. Then, I’d taken her to bed, where she fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the mattress.

Now, she was still here, and she was alive. She was breathing.

There were no shackles restraining her, and no ropes holding her down.

She was here because she wanted to be.

Disbelief sat in a curdled puddle in my gut and it took all of my willpower not to draw a blade across my flesh to prove I wasn’t dreaming. But there was no blood, no pain, and nothing that could wake me from this dream.

There was only her—my angel come to earth.

I watched as she shifted in her sleep, her full bottom lip falling open to reveal a line of drool that had dropped from her mouth to smear across my pillow. She was perfect.

She was here, willingly.

She was real.

I pressed myself against her, gently, careful not to scare her. I’d done enough of that.

I’d done too much of that.

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