Page 61 of Last Chorus

“Stop it. You’re fucking flawless. Look at what you do to me.”

I yank my pants off my hips, wincing as fabric scrapes hypersensitive skin. As intended, she immediately forgets about my finger in her ass, her eyes fixed on where I’m flushed, pierced, and leaking.

She licks her lips. When my cock jerks in response, her eyes widen in shocked delight. I take a mental snapshot so I can laugh about it later. Right now, I’m fast approaching my limit. There’s edging myself, and then there’s torture.

“Touch me, Fairy.”

She doesn’t hesitate, grabbing me in a fist and jacking her hand roughly—just how I fucking like it. I groan, battling the urge to match her rhythm with my hips. If I do, I won’t stop until I come all over her stomach.And there’s no fucking way I’m spilling anywhere but inside her.

Maybe she senses how close I am because she shifts tactics. One hand strokes me loosely, dipping to cup my sack on the downstroke, while the other plays over my head. She’s so entranced, I don’t think she realizes that my finger is all the way in or that she’s been fucking my hand this whole time.

I haven’t moved my arm once.

She swipes a fingertip over my slit, gathering fluid, then circles it around the balls of my piercing. Her nail grazes where I’m most sensitive, and I wince in spite of myself. Catching it, she blinks up at me with false concern.

“Oops. Did that hurt?”

I smirk. “You know one of my kinks is when your claws come out. Playtime’s over, though. Can you let go of my finger? I need to fuck you and I want to look at you while I do it.”

Another mental snapshot: her face as she stops using my finger as a dildo in the same instant she realizes she was. I can’t stop my laugh this time.

Thankfully, before she can decide to be hurt or embarrassed, she peers up at me. Whatever she sees on my face—probably my utter joy—makes her smile sheepishly.

“You have nice fingers. Very skilled.”

“Oh, do I?” I ask, chuckling anew as I gently slip out of her body.

She nods, then squeezes my cock so hard I choke. “But I want this now, please and thank you.”

My laughter evaporates, single-minded intent pooling at the base of my spine. “Say it.”

Her breath hitches. “I need you inside me. Fuck me. Please.”

I kick off my pants and finally lower onto her. The first full contact of our naked bodies pulls moans from us both. Her hands glide down my back, legs hooking around my thighs. My cock notches right where it needs to be. Where it’s supposed to be.

Home. I’m home.

Short nails dig into my ass, beckoning me closer, deeper. My body starts to shake.

“Wait. I need a second?—”

“No,” she says, voice firm against my jaw. “I want it. I deserve it. Make it hurt, Wilder.”

I don’t want to.

God, I don’t want to.

But I snap anyway.

My hips work in rough thrusts, forcing her body to yield to mine one devastating inch at a time. On some level, I recognize familiar cues and sounds. Her moansand pleas. How wet she is, how she doesn’t push at me but clings. But none of it is enough to change the fact I’m hurting her.

Or that I like it.

“Goddammit,” I snarl, mindless and suddenly so angry I can’t see. “Damn you, Evangeline. God fucking damn you.”

Her arms and legs tighten around me. “I know. I can take it. It’s okay.”

I lift onto my hands, the movement forcing my cock deeper.Not deep enough.In a burst of unwanted clarity, I realize I’ll never be as deep inside her as I want to be.

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