Page 87 of He Sees You
"Come again for me," he demands, his pace brutal, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
I do, my body trembling as another climax builds fast, fueled by his roughness.
His cock thickens inside me, and I know he's close.
"Fill me," I beg, the words vulgar and raw, matching the night we've had.
He roars, slamming deep one last time, his cock pulsing as he unloads, hot cum flooding my pussy, spilling out around him with each twitch.
The sensation tips me over, my walls clamping down, squeezing every drop from him as I come undone again, sobbing with the release.
We collapse onto the rug, his body covering mine, still buried inside me.
His arms wrap around me possessively, lips brushing my ear.
The fire dies down, but the heat between us lingers, a promise of more darkness to share.
He pulls out slowly, his cum leaking from my pussy onto the fur.
I turn in his arms, kissing him deeply, tasting myself and the faint tang of blood on his lips.
We're equals in this, transformed by the justice we've dealt.
No more victim, no more protector—just us, tangled in the aftermath, ready for whatever comes next.
Afterward, we lie tangled together on the rug, sweat cooling on our skin.
Two nights later, we’re in the exact same position.
The fire has burned down to embers, casting everything in deep red shadows.
I trace patterns on his chest—words again, always words.
"What are you writing?" he asks.
"Our story. The real one, not the one I'll publish."
"What's the difference?"
"In the published version, the hero saves the heroine from the villain. In the real version, the hero is the villain, and the heroine doesn't need saving."
He rolls us so I'm on top, straddling him again. "What does she need?"
"Partnership. Equal darkness. Someone who sees her completely and doesn't flinch."
"And does she get it?"
"She does." I lean down, kiss him soft and deep. "She gets everything."
A car engine breaks the moment.
Headlights sweep across the windows.
We both tense, listening.
"Your father?" he asks.
I move to the window, peer out. "Juliette. She's early."
