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Everything goes blurry, and I cry and sob and scream against the concrete until I feel myself slipping away into darkness once again.
Chapter 29
Aria
"Wake up, Aria."
I feel a warm set of lips press against the nape of my neck, sending shivers through my body, causing me to pull the duvet over me more. I can't open my eyes; the sun blinds me when I try.
"Wake up before I fuck you awake."
My eyes ping open and I twist in the sheets, facing an extremely handsome, shirtless Tobias with messy hair. "Tobias...what are you?—"
"I haven't been inside you in weeks. Do we need to have the talk right now? You passed out when I found you last night." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes searching my face. "I just have one question for you." He shifts, pinning me beneath him, his large frame overpowering my fairly slim one. "Did you fuck him?"
"Of course not," I reply, frowning at him. "Why would you think that? I just went to see Jason, showered because I was filthy, and left.
“You showered?” he asks, eyes narrowing. “With him?”
“What? No. I would never do that to you."
"What would you think in my position? If I had gone to an ex's house with my phone turned off?"
His venomous words should be ripping through me, but instead, I feel myselfdrippingas his mouth lowers to my neck. I struggle to reply or even think of a logical explanation as his tongue runs up my throat.
"What would you do, Aria?" he whispers against my ear, our surroundings heating up, the anticipation between us thickening just like his cock straining in his boxers. "Do I need to fuck the image of him out of you?"
"I..." My words are cut off as Tobias nudges my legs apart, dragging kisses down my chest, leaving trails of wetness down my stomach with his lips, stopping at the waistband of my underwear. Every single hair rises, swirls of heated pleasure running up my spine as his palms press the inside of my knees, spreading my legs further apart.
"I missed how good you taste, Doctor. I’m so fucking mad at you, so I’m going to eat your pussy and stop just before you come, and then I’ll fuck your ass."
I moan softly as he pushes his palms up higher on my thighs, his thumbs pressing against my pussy.
My body reacts to him as he massages around my clit, my thoughts clouded, nerves exploding, heart racing. My body is begging him to please me in ways my fingers can't. Weeks of pleasuring myself to his voice, to his commands–it's all minuscule compared to having him here, gliding his warm tongue over my clit.
I try to tug his hair, but he groans in dissatisfaction and flips me over onto my front. He spreads my cheeks and licks my ass until I’m moaning into my pillow. I arch my back to push my ass against his face, tensing everywhere when his tongue slips into the tight hole and swirls.
A slap to my cheek has me yelping, and he pulls back, stroking himself a few times before lining up with my back hole. “Take a deep breath.”
I don’t do it on time before he forces his cock so hard and fast into my ass, I bite down on my lip until it bleeds, screaming as he pushes my face into the pillow.
“Such a tight ass,” he growls, easing out to the tip and thrusting back in. “So tight and somine.”
I’m full of him, so full and overwhelmed, but the tightening coil at the base of my spine enjoys the feeling of him fucking my ass, loving the way he pushes my face further into the pillow and thrusts deeper and faster until the headboard slams repeatedly off the wall.
Just before my orgasm hits, he pulls out of my ass, panting so loudly, I don’t need to turn around to know his chest is rising and falling fast, or that his heart is racing.
“You don’t get to come yet,” he warns. “Turn around.”
I kneel in front of him on the bed, tears burning my eyes. Tobias wipes one from my cheek and forces his finger into my mouth. “Can you taste the way you cry? What kind of tears are they, Doctor? Happy, sad, or tears of terror?
I can hear faint echoes in the distance, coming from all directions. My head snaps to the left and right, searching for the noises. They get louder, and Tobias looks around too, then at me.
"Can you hear them?" I ask, and his brows furrow, sucking in his bottom lip as he follows my eyes around the room.
He frowns in confusion. "What can you hear?"
I try to focus, tilting my head as the echoing chimes become more ear-piercing. I feel my heart beginning to race, and not in a heated moment type of way. Instead, I feel like I can't breathe. "It hurts," I say, covering my ears with my hands. The noises are so high pitched, I think my brain might explode.
