Page 36 of Fault Line

“That’s it,” he groans, and holy shit, I need to hear the sounds he makes when he comes. “Just like that.”

It’s not long before he loses control, rutting against me until tears pool in the corner of my eyes. He catches his breath for a moment, gaze never leaving mine. “Sorry, baby. You can use your hands now.”

Free from the invisible shackles, I place one hand on his thigh, using the other to circle around the base of his cock. I continue to lick and suck until he’s fully shaking, trembling around me.

“Where do you want me to finish?” he pants, voice thick with desire.

I signal with two fingers to the base of my throat, and he exhales a rough moan at the thought. It’s not much longer before he’s spilling into my mouth, and I greedily drink every drop.

He takes a few seconds to steady himself, groaning deeply before lifting me up onto my feet. His lips crash into mine with a fierce intensity that leaves me dizzy.

“That was fucking incredible,” he murmurs against my lips.

“It was good for me, too.”

He grins, eyes sparking with mischief. “I could tell.”

“Okay.” I attempt to compose myself, unsure of where to go next. “So ... are we done here?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffs.

“I already said we weren’t having sex.”

“Who said anything about sex? I can make you come in a thousand different ways that don’t involve sticking my cock in your pussy.”

I have absolutely zero clue what to say to that. But before I can respond, jaw nearly dropped to the floor, he orders, “Get on the bed, Karras.”

And without further hesitation, I do.

To my pleasant surprise, it turns out he wasn’t lying. He proceeds to make me come—precisely three more times—leaving me so fucking exhausted by the time we’re finished. When I finally pass out, I’m not entirely sure how much of my soul is still left inside my body.

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My eyesslowly blink open as I bask in the warm glow of the sun. It’s filtering in through the crack in my curtains, casting a tiny little rainbow of heat over us.

Memories of the previous night bombard me, and I can’t help but grin to myself. It was exactly what I needed—a mindless night of passion with no strings attached. I have to admit, despite my initial hesitation, Holden was the perfect guy for the job.

I can’t even recall the last time I slept this soundly. The best part is we didn’t waste any time talking after we finished. I passed out immediately, and I guess he stayed with me throughout the rest of the night.

There might be a small part of me that’s disgruntled about the whole thing, but I can’t bring myself to regret this. I got what I needed, and it feels damn good.

The bed shifts beneath me, and I jolt fully awake. Holden’s sitting up, stretching his arms above his head, then scratching at the back of his neck. I watch, silent, as he gathers his things, and I immediately panic.

Is he really trying to sneak out without even saying a word?

My heart pounds as he tiptoes around the room. But then he stops in his tracks, catching my gaze.

“You woke me up,” I say in a raspy voice, failing to hide my embarrassment. I can see the confusion in his eyes, and a blush creeps up my neck.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he says softly, his voice low and gentle. “I didn’t mean to.”

“How long was I out for?”

“I think we passed out around two in the morning,” he says, glancing at his watch. “So, I guess, a little over five hours.”

“Oh.” I slump back onto the bed. “And you were just gonna head out without saying anything?”

“I was trying to be respectful and let you sleep,” he says, and I can hear the sincerity in his voice. “It wasn’t my intention to be sneaky.”

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