Page 60 of Faded Rhythm

But I concentrate this time. Not on how wet and tight she is. I’m staring at her face, her expressions, gazing into her eyes to see if I feel something again. She teased me about being a machine before, but that’s lowkey how I feel sometimes. Even something this good is more cerebral than I want it to be. The physical feels fucking amazing, but I want the mental and emotional, too. I need it all.

Her eyes lock on mine, and something unspoken passes between us. It’s something that feels real to me, but also fragile. Maybe even dangerous. But it’s a feeling, so I take it. File it away.

She wraps her legs around me again. I cradle her face in my hands. We don’t speak. We justfeel.

I stroke her harder. Fuck, she feels so good. Faster. I play with her nipples until they stiffen. She grabs my chin and pulls me close enough to suck my tongue into her mouth. She swallows my groans, nails digging into my back. I’m fucking her now, losing control, bucking like a wild animal in heat. It feels desperate and unhinged on both sides, but her moans tell me she likes it. We both do.

She lets out a scream when I hit a spot deep inside her. I bring a hand to her throat, letting it linger there, a promise of things to come and maybe a testing of the waters. Her eyes flash with something wild, then she locks her ankles again and I know…I’m not the only one who has a dark side.

“Look at you taking this dick,” I murmur. “I’m surprised.”

“Why?”

“You’re not as innocent as you look.”

“I look innocent?” she asks, smiling slyly. “If you say so.”

I don’t have time to think about what that look on her face could possibly mean before her eyes roll back and she cums again, whining and writhing against me. I hold back as long as I can, but I have to pull out. I’m too close, and I don’t want this to end yet. I like it too fucking much.

The first rays of sun are bleeding through the blinds by the time we finish. We’re both panting, spent, our skin flushed and dewy with sweat. My body is vibrating with satisfaction, but my mind is still. Peaceful.

It’s an odd feeling.

We doze for a while before I’m awakened by her voice.

“Hey, baby.”

I open my eyes at the sound of the maternal tone.

“Did you sleep okay?”

There’s a pause, then her whole body goes still.

“What did he say?” she asks, sitting up.

I sit up, too, on high alert.

“How? I have your phone!”

Her eyes flicker over to me, and I see more terror in them than I did the moment I stuck my gun in her back.

She listens for a few moments longer, then modulates her voice as best she can.

“Okay. No, it’s fine. I love you.”

She stares at me, her eyes wide and filled with panic. “He messaged Kelice on her tablet.”

“What did he say?” I’m already on my feet, grabbing a shirt out of my bag.

“He said he’d see her soon,” she says, her voice rising. “That was a threat, Julian!”

“I know. Get dressed.”

I don’t tell her this, but that was more than a threat. It’s a trap. A way to draw us out into the open. But I don’t care. I’m built forthis shit, and if he lays one finger on those girls, I won’t hesitate to put his ass in his fucking grave.

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