Page 17 of Her Nightshade

She reached out, her hand gently brushing mine. “But not everyone leaves. Some people stay, even when it’s hard.”

Her words echoed in my mind. The thought of her leaving…fuck that, I couldn’t let that happen. She had become too important, too necessary. The more she cared, the deeper the hold she had on me. I didn’t just need her anymore—I needed her and had tokeepher. The idea of her walking away was unbearable. I wouldn’t survive it, and I couldn’t let it happen.

I knew it was obsessive and unhealthy—this need, this desperation—but it was too late to turn back. She had slipped under my skin, into my mind, and there was no escaping it now. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it didn’t matter if this was healthy or not. I couldn’tnotwant her. I couldn’t stop this pull even if I tried. I was past the point of no return, and I didn’t ever want to go back.

Before I could stop myself, I pulled her in, pressing my lips to hers with a desperate need. When I pulled back, my hands trembled, nervous about what I was about to say.

“I can’t let you go, Ana,” I whispered, my eyes searching hers. “You’ve become too important to me. I don’t know how to stop this, and I don’t want to. I need you in my life.”

She hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly before she spoke. “Charlie…I care about you. I really do,” she said softly, her hand resting on my arm.

I nodded, trying to believe her, but inside, the fear still took hold of me. She was trying to reassure me, but it didn’t stop the panic rising in my chest. Then she pulled back, just slightly, like she needed space, like maybe everything I just said was too much for her.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, my voice shaky. “I know I’m being too much. I’ll stop. I don’t want to push you away.”

I could hear the desperation in my own words, but I couldn’t take them back. I hated feeling like this, like I was overwhelming her, like I was losing control of myself.

I could feel her watching me, sensing my panic. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed me, and it was like she was telling me everything would be okay without saying a thing. I didn’t hesitate. The second her lips touched mine, I leaned in, pulling her closer. I wanted to get lost in her, to forget everything else. This was all I needed—her, in this moment. The kiss deepened and I let myself drown in her.

She pulled away and took my hand, her fingers threading through mine. There was no hesitation as she gently tugged, leading me towards the bedroom.

And I could feel it—she was using this to avoid conversation. Maybe she didn’t want to confront what I had confessed so deeply, or maybe she was scared of hurting me. But right now, none of that mattered to me. I’d take what she was willing to give, even if it was just this. I needed her too much to question it.

She had me on my back before I could even take in the surroundings of her room. It was quick and I didn’t have time to keep overthinking as her body pressed against mine, her lips finding mine frantically. It felt like she needed this—like her control over me was a way to fight whatever she was feeling. I’d let her take the lead and use this moment to escape whatever fear she was avoiding because right now, I needed her just as much.

I sat up as she quickly hopped off of me, pulling her jeans and underwear down and eyeing my hard cock through my jeans. She pulled her shirt over her head, her bra completely filled with her gorgeous tits. I waited and watched, my breathing quick, ready for whatever she was going to give or take from me. I didn’t have to wait long—she was back on her knees on the bed, her fingers pulling down my jeans and boxer briefs, carefullyletting my aching cock spring free. Her hands were instantly stroking me, her lips desperately finding my cock. It was like something ignited in her, making her lose control as her warm mouth slid up and down my length. I was still letting her take the lead as I watched, the sight of her blowing me almost too much as her hazel eyes stared up at me with desire.

“I’m gonna come,mi diosa. Your mouth is too fucking good,” I said breathlessly.

I could see the smile curl up on her lips as her head continued to bob up and down.

Her hands replaced her mouth for a moment. “Good, baby. Come for me. My good boy deserves to come in my mouth,” she whispered, then her lips found my cock again.

With her approval, I let go and felt the pulse of my cock throb as a wave of pleasure shot down, my cum releasing into her mouth as we continued to lock eyes, the low hum in her throat making everything feel more intense.

She swallowed every drop of me before sitting up and crawling over me, kissing me hard with the taste of myself on her lips. She pulled away before she sat up and aligned her perfect pussy with my face, then lowered her hips and instantly began grinding against my open mouth. My tongue swirled deep in her cunt as her hips swayed back and forth, our eyes locked, our connection fucking magical. She lowered her upper half and grabbed my hands, pinning them beside my head, leaving me completely at her will. Her full tits bounced perfectly in my view as I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit, igniting soft moans from her lips.

“Yes, baby. Just like that,” she praised, and I rapidly continued, watching her mouth widen and her breaths hitching.

“Fuck yes, Charlie!” she moaned loudly, and my cock instantly twitched from hearing my name on her lips as she came on my mouth.

I wanted to watch her come over and over again, but before I knew it, she lifted her hips and leaned down, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss, her hands lightly tugging my hair. Her body pressed against mine, soft and demanding. My hands gripped her plump hips tightly as I lifted my own, instinctively searching for her warmth, desperate for more. Without hesitation, she slid onto me, my cock filling her completely. She sat up, her hips grinding against mine as she chased her pleasure. Her eyes locked with mine, intense and full of need, pulling me deeper into the moment.

And it was then that I desperately wanted to tell her that I loved her. But I couldn’t say it. If I did, I knew she’d pull back, she’d end this, and I’d ruin everything between us. She wasn’t ready for that. The second those words came out, I’d lose her. So I kept quiet, even though it hurt, knowing that holding it in was the only way to keep her close.

9

Ana

Charlie was quiet after we came together. I knew something was on his mind and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it, because I was certain I knew what it was. I’d seen that look in his eyes so many times before, and it broke my heart while mending it at the same time. I couldn’t keep reeling him in like this. I was too scared to admit my own feelings, because I was indeep. I needed him and that terrified me, because I had never felt this way before. That wasn’t me. I was proud to be self-sufficient, proud to need only myself for happiness. I didn’t need anyone to complete me. But now, with Charlie, it was different. He had broken through those walls and the idea of needing someone else—needinghim—was shaking everything I thought I knew about myself.

Every time I felt out of control with him, I took the lead sexually, as if it could help me gain the upper hand. But now, I was starting to see it for what it was—I was only digging myselfinto a deeper hole. Each time I tried to control the situation, I only lost more of myself to him.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts.

We lay together on my bed, his arms around me, and I cuddled closer, wanting to feel the warmth of him. We stayed like that for a moment before I sat up on my elbow, leaving my other arm draped around his chest. “I’m thinking that I’m starving. You never finished making our meal,” I joked, trying to make things light.

He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Guess I got a little distracted,” he said playfully, but the disappointment in his voice was undeniable.

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