Page 104 of Heart Sick Hate

I shove my tongue inside her, and she holds hard enough she might draw blood. I don’t care as I bury myself deeper. She’s shaking and climbing. Chasing her release like the good girl she tries not to be around me.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, she detonates. Her screams filling every inch of my apartment.

I’m the only man who has ever heard Echo scream like that.

Her legs are still shaking as I lift and pull my pants down. I lean in, and she’s so slick I slide into her. Shove myself as far as I can go as I grab her throat and hold her down beneath me.

“You’re mine now, Goldilocks. I’m going to clean up this mess you made, and you’re going to bemine.”

I thrust into her again. Harder. Faster.

Her legs wrap around my waist while her nails score my chest, streaking them with blood.

“Mine.”

My grip on her throat tightens, and her eyes are wide. Her lips part, but there’s no use as she tries for breath. Instead, I lean down and release her throat to offer her my own air. I feed her lungs with my exhale and melt into her.

She might still be coming; she’s squeezing me so tight.

“Crew,” she moans, wrapping me closer.

Holding my mouth to hers. She’s breathing me to life.

“Yes, Goldie?” I kiss her. “Do you need to come?”

She nods, holding me tighter as her pussy squeezes. “Yes.”

“Come on my cock, princess. Let me feel how much you want my cum inside you.” I thrust in, and she loses her breath. She shakes as her pussy grips me.

Her tight cunt pulls out my release, and I fuck her through it, giving her as much as she can handle, and more.

I fuck her until there’s nothing but us fused on this couch. A mess of sweat and cum and hearts ripped out.

I fuck her until she’s only mine.

When we finally relax, I carry her to the shower, and we rinse off before heading to my bed. A place that was only mine before her, and now I don’t want her anywhere else ever again.

Echo falls asleep the moment her head rests on the pillow. Her light and darkness spilling out across the navy pillowcase. But I don’t climb in beside her. I slip into a pairof sweats and walk back into the living room, grabbing my phone off the counter.

I can’t sleep, not now.

Not until I do what needs to be done.

Crew: We need to finish the conversation we started at the shop

Adam: I was wondering when you’d say that…

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Echo

I stop in thedoorway between the bedroom and the living room, not sure if I’m sleepwalking or if Crew is actually setting down two plates of pancakes on the coffee table before he sits on the couch.

“Breakfast?”

“Don’t tell me you aren’t hungry after being fucked awake this morning.”

The dirty smirk he offers brings heat to my cheeks. The first time I slept in Crew’s bed, I disappeared before he woke up. This morning, he beat me to it, waking me up with his tongue between my legs.

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