Page 191 of Under the Bed

“When I tell you to look at me, you look. At. Me.”

She opens her mouth wider, lips parting on the wrung hoodie. Her eyelashes flutter.

Please, take it off. Please, kiss me.

This isn’t part of the game.

I shouldn’t yield to her.

I do.

I pull the hoodie down, letting it hang around her neck.

“Kaleb.”

“Shut up.”

Whatever she has to say, she’ll have to let her body do the talking for her. Those swollen, glistening lips are mine. I’m beyond self-control. Past anything other than crushing my mouth to hers, kissing her for all I’m worth.

We kiss as if there’ll be no more after this one. Our tongues swipe and taste one another. We tilt our heads, changing angles to deepen the kiss. To reach into the other person’s soul, it feels like.

For years, I’d been convinced that I wasn’t born with one.

Even the staff at Berkshire thought I wasn’t. That I was the boogeyman incarnate. They treated me as you would a great white shark. Cautiously. From a safe distance. Not like a person to be cared about.

It’d taken Dr. Reynolds six years to see me in his clinic without handcuffs on my wrists and ankles.

When I’m with Shiloh, I see that I do have a soul. She owns it. She knows how to wake it. How to control it.

I couldn’t resist her if I tried.

“There’ll be no one else for you.” I suck in a breath, shoving my cock inside her.

Fuck, that’s cold. The ice. Her cunt. Nowhere to run. Between her tight pussy and the ice cube, I have no choice but toaccept the sensations. The pain.

We’re sharing it, drowning in it. Lost to it.

“No one.” I lift my hips. Slam back into her. “Oh,fuck.” Again. “No one else, Shi. This cunt is mine.”

“Yours.” Her voice is hoarse, hitching every time I rut intoher. “Only”—thrust—“ever”—fuck, that’s good—“yours.”

“If you so much as look at another man, he’s dead.”

The cheap bed rattles. My dick is soaked and thickening inside her. She gasps as my barbell grazes her sensitive pussy.

God, I love being inside her. Love wrapping my hand around her throat and cutting off some of her air supply.

“If you so much as think of another man, I’ll chop his fingers off, put them in a blender. I’ll make you drink them.”

Of course I won’t. I say this shit and rub her clit just the way she likes to turn her on. To get her to give me another orgasm. She’s close, her pussy gripping me tighter, and I find her lips again, groaning into her mouth.

She screams into mine, her climax resounding all through my body. Imprinting her essence into my bones.

My orgasm follows soon after, and I shoot my cum into Shiloh in quick, harsh strokes. The ice has melted all over my dick. My orgasm mixes with hers.

“Nothing’s better than this.” Her eyebrows scrunch, so I continue, “This, being together. Even in this shitty place. Even while we’re on the run. Sharing the same air as you is the best thing to have ever happened to me, Shiloh.”

I untie my hoodie, remove it from around her neck, and kiss her. Pull her into my arms and kiss her over and over.

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