Page 42 of Together We Burn
“Shut the fuck up and make me come,” she moaned, pushing down harder, trying to find some friction the loss of my finger had created. I gripped her hips, forcing her still.
“Say it,” I growled.
“If you aren’t going to finish the job, I can get myself off.” She dipped her hand to where we were joined, but before her fingers came close to her skin, I flipped us over, crushing her beneath me.
“This is real, Stefany,” I repeated, leaning up to collar her throat with my hand. Stefany’s pupils were so wide that the blues of her irises were almost non-existent. I circled my hips, making her inhale sharply. “Whether you like it or not, I’m falling—”
“No,” she interrupted, placing her hand over my mouth as I leaned back to view the sheer look of terror shining from her eyes, which cut something deep inside me. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
Her arms came under mine, pulling my hips to hers and gripping me with a tightness that matched the hold she had on my heart. She dug her heels into my ass and whispered, “Just make me come. Please.”
One word that held so much vulnerability.
Giving her what she wanted, I pulled out and slammed back inside her, making her back bow off the bed as she cried out. My thrusts were hard and fast, fucking her with a harshness I couldn’t stop as my cock began to throb.
Stefany’s arms kept me close to her as she buried her face between my shoulder and neck, the warmth of her breath tickling my skin as she panted and moaned my name in time with the quivers of her pussy pulsing around my cock.
Clenching and writhing under me, her orgasm came hard and fast, her head digging into the pillow on a cry.
Her face was pure pleasure, although it slightly resembled one of pain. At first, I thought I had hurt her, that I was too rough. Her eyes were shut tight, her brows dipping in the middle, and her head tipped back, baring the slender column of her neck like she was submitting.
Then she smiled, and I couldn’t help it; the caveman part of me urged me to lean down and graze my teeth along that silky, creamy skin before biting into the soft flesh.
Her pussy squeezed around my cock once more, triggering my own release. I groaned, low and primal against her skin, with my teeth clamped firmly onto her neck. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but it would definitely bruise.
Panting and sweaty, I continued to pump my hips as my orgasm began to fade, and my arms couldn’t keep me up. Brushing my hands along her temples, I swept the hair stuck to her forehead, looking deep into her eyes.
“I will wait, Stefany,” I said, feeling the tension seeping back into her body but uncaring as she needed to hear this. “As long as it takes until you forgive me, I will wait.”
Kissing her gently before rolling to the side, I pushed up from the bed. As I ducked into the bathroom across the hall, I ensured Alex wasn’t coming up the stairs to get an eyeful of my dick.
I flicked on the light and began searching for something to take care of my girl lying in the other room. Pulling out the drawers in the vanity, rows upon rows of high-end makeup products, false lashes, and other girlie crap were neatly tidied in stacks.
I picked up one long container, carefully opened it, and cocked my head. Floating in what, I assumed, was lens solution were several pairs of contacts, all in various shades of eye colour. Snapping the box shut, I put it back where it belonged and grabbed a washcloth.
Returning to her room, Stefany was still sprawled out, eyes closed, naked as the day she was born. My cock stirred at the sight, desperate to be inside her again.
Ignoring it, Stefany’s eyes snapped open, and she tried to sit up as she felt the bed dip and the warm rag touch her skin.
“What–”
“Shh,” I murmured, taking my task seriously as I cleaned in between her legs. “Let me take care of you.”
Reluctantly, she let me push her back down. When I’d finished, I pulled her into my arms and laid her head against my chest, which she fought, until I heard her breathing even out.
Not wanting to wake her, I stayed with my arms wrapped around her delicate frame, listening to her shallow breaths as the last of the dying sun disappeared.
I ran my fingers across her back, feeling the scars that decorated her skin while staring at the ceiling. The little hypnic jerks she did as she slept against me, I found to be amusing. An involuntary tap of her pointer finger, the twitch of her arm, even the fluttering of her long lashes against her cheeks as she dreamt. I brushed back a long tendril of hair from her face and kissed the crown of her head.
Eventually, happy that she wouldn’t wake, I untangled myself and gently placed her head onto the pillow I’d been lying on. Pulling on my pants and buttoning my shirt the best I could, I slipped out of her bedroom with my shoes in hand, down the stairs, and hesitated as I reached the door.
Alex was leaning against the living room doorjamb, arms crossed, with a scowl on his face. Water could freeze with the cold glare Stefany’s best bitch was giving me as he noticed the shirt with missing buttons and my shoes in my hand.
The man obviously didn’t like me. Not that I cared; I didn’t like him either.
Ignoring him, I opened the front door and stepped outside.
Chapter sixteen
