Page 145 of Prey

It took a moment for me to feel the tears on my skin.

Panicked, I pulled back to look at her, but she wrapped her legs firmly around my waist, keeping me buried deep inside her.

“Hey,” I said. “What’s this?”

She shook her head, more tears coming out. “Keep going, Roman. Remind me.”

“Remind you of what?” I asked softly.

“Remind me this is all worth it. Remind me how much I fucking love you. And I do. So much.”

A sharp pain sliced through me. Had she forgotten?

Had she forgotten her feelings for me? Or worse, my feelings for her?

Did she need a reminder of how deep my feelings went?

I picked up the pace, and she groaned.

“I fucking love you,” I said. “I fucking love you to obsession.”

She cried out, clinging tightly to me as fresh tears came to her eyes.

I leaned down and licked them from her cheeks before I settled my lips on hers and kissed her deeply.

Time stood still, and for once, the rest of the world quieted as I basked in the fact that I had my girl in my arms.

Her hands came down between us, and she played with her clit, her body arching towards me.

I fucked her harder.

She moved faster, and faster, and faster…

Her mouth opened when she came, but no sound came out.

“Fuck,” I said, feeling myself on the precipice of falling over a cliff.

My cock swelled inside her, and I leaned down and took the flesh of where her neck met her shoulder between my teeth.

I bit her, and she finally gave herself permission to be loud.

She screamed out her release, and I quickly followed, filling her with my cum.

She shifted around beneath me, as if suddenly feeling too much.

I fucking knew the feeling, and it wasn’t her clinging to me now, but the other way around.

I held her close, and I held her tight, afraid she might disappear on me into the grief and darkness taking residence in her mind.

I couldn’t fucking lose her.

Shit.

I’d seen a lot of death. Mostly caused by my own hands, but never had a death affected me this way.

It put things in perspective, and I realized, I wouldn’t be able to handle it if I lost her.

“Stay with me,” I whispered against her skin.

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