Page 48 of Invisible Scars
“So fucking tight, Doll,” I say with a strained voice. “I love fucking you, making you fall apart for me.” I capture her lips, kissing her until she moans into my mouth, then I whisper in her ear, “I love how you make me fall apart for you.”
I don’t dare look into her eyes, knowing I’ll drown in the emotion in them and instead rock deeper into her. It’s too perfect, too right. I’m spiraling into that place where she’s the only thing that makes sense.Thisis the only thing that makes sense. Effie murmurs my name again on a shortened breath.
“The way you say my name when we’re like this… The things it does to me.”
Effie leans back, her eyes hooded as she meets my thrusts, faster and faster until I feel the tight clench of her body. Reaching between us, I circle her clit, and Effie’s head throws back.
“Fuck.” I groan when the clench becomes a squeeze, and I realize I’m about to come inside her. “I need to pull out.”
“No, no, no.” Effie presses her body into mine. “Please, Joe. Inside me. Please.”
I’m on the brink. It’s now or never, but I can’t deny her anything. I cup her ass with both hands, pulling her closer, burying myself to the hilt. Effie’s eyes grow wide, and her mouth opens in a silent scream, her entire body shaking as it milks me for all I’m worth. My body tenses as I spill inside her, my fingers gripping her flesh tightly as I keep grinding, determined to prolong her orgasm until she’s begging me to stop, saying that she can’t take it anymore.
We collapse on the floor, gasping for air, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. I close my eyes, trying to locate that part of me that’s about to panic over what happened so I can beat the bastard down before I say something that’ll hurt Effie, but there’s nothing. Only calm satisfaction and a caveman type of smug giddiness about Effie begging me to make her mine.
“I’m sorry,” Effie whispers from her perch on my chest.
“For what?”
“I don’t know what came over me.” She places her chin on her folded hands, looking up at me. “I know condoms are a hard line for you, but I couldn’t resist asking you to finish inside me.”
My inner caveman thumps his chest, and I stroke Effie’s spine. “I’m pretty sure I could’ve gotten you off me if I wanted to.”
Effie giggles and places her cheek back on my chest.
“Are you staying?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I didn’t plan that far.”
“Really, Mister Head of Strategic Operations?”
“Yes, Effie, really.” I pull her on top of me, desperate to be wrapped in her softness. “I wasn’t planning on coming here tonight. I had trouble sleeping and took a drive to clear my head. Somehow, I ended up here.”
Effie feathers her fingers over my forehead, moving strands of hair plastered to it. “Did you have a nightmare?”
I purse my lips tight but nod. Effie presses her lips to mine in a tender kiss, but her sigh is full of sadness.
“It hurts my heart, Joe, thinking of you lying there, injured, certain you were going to die.”
“There were a lot of days after that I wished I had.” I curse myself when Effie gasps in horror. “Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Effie climbs higher up my body to stare down at my face, clutching my shoulders and searching my eyes. “Tell me you don’t feel that way anymore.”
“I don’t, I swear.” I cup her nape, sifting my fingers through her silky hair. “When I just woke up, I was a mess. I had to undergo surgeries and treatments. I was in the hospital for so long, and the pain during those first few months was unbearable. There were days I just wished it would stop no matter how. Days I barely felt human. And the nightmares…”
I trail off, realizing I’ve already revealed more than I ever planned on revealing to anyone. Her head rests on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry I can’t make it better for you,” she whispers, her words caressing my cheek.
“You have no idea, do you?” I ask in just as quiet a voice, holding her tight. She doesn’t push me to explain, instead snuggling closer.
It shouldn’t feel so good, breaking all my rules. But for one night, I want to be the man she sees when she looks at me. A man who doesn’t just survive but has something to live for
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EFFIE
