Page 13 of Closer Than You Think
With one swift thrust, I bury myself inside her tight heat, a groan tearing from my throat at the exquisite sensation.
Hallie cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I stretch her to the limit. I still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to my size, my lips brushing her ear.
“You feel so fucking good, angel,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “So tight and perfect. Just like I knew you would.”
She whimpers in response, her inner muscles fluttering around my length. I draw back slowly, then snap my hips forward, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes.
Her pussy grips me like a vice, the wet heat threatening to undo me with each thrust.
I set a relentless pace, driven by a need that borders on madness. Hallie meets each thrust, her hips lifting to take me deeper. The headboard slams against the wall with the force of our coupling, the room filled with the sounds of slick flesh and ragged breaths.
“Oh god,” she pants, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Don't stop, please don't stop . . . ”
I have no intention of stopping, not until I've wrung every last drop of pleasure from her body. Not until she's ruined for any other man. I change the angle, hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her scream. Her nails rake down my back, leaving burning trails in their wake.
I can feel my own release building, the pressure coiling tighter with each stroke. But I need her to come again, need to feel her shatter around me. My hand snakes between our sweat-slicked bodies, finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. Hallie's eyes fly open, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as the added stimulation pushes her over the edge.
“Come for me, angel,” I command, my voice a dark rumble. “Let me feel you.”
Her inner muscles clamp down on my cock as she comes undone, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She cries out my name, nails digging into my biceps as she holds on for dear life. The sight of her, the feel of her spasming around me - it's my undoing.
With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and let go, my release pulsing deep inside her. I groan her name like a prayer, like a benediction, as I empty myself in her welcoming cunt.
For a moment, we are both lost in the aftermath, chests heaving, bodies still joined. I rest my forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of her - sex and flowers and something uniquely Hallie.
I drink in the sight of her flushed beneath me. She's never looked more beautiful, more perfect. Mine.
She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, a sated smile playing at the corners of her mouth with her eyes cloaked in just a hint of confusion.
I know I should feel guilt, remorse for taking advantage of her inebriated state. But all I feel is a bone-deep satisfaction, a primal sense of rightness. She was meant to be mine, and now she is. Irrevocably.
Gently, I withdraw from her, hissing at the sensitivity. Hallie whimpers at the loss, her pussy clenching around my cock as I pull it out. I gather her in my arms, tucking her head under my chin as I pull the sheets over our cooling bodies.
“Sleep now, angel.” I whisper against her skin.
I should leave. I know I should. Before she wakes and comes to her senses. Before the questions and the inevitable fear set in.
But the pull of her warmth, the afterglow of our fucking - it's too strong to resist. I can't bring myself to untangle from her warmth, not yet. Not when I've finally tasted the forbidden fruit, felt her surrender so completely to me. The beast inside me purrs with satisfaction, sated for now but already craving more.
Hallie's breathing evens out, the rhythm of sleep taking over as I hold her close. Her body molds perfectly to mine, like two puzzle pieces finally snapping into place.
I allow myself a few stolen moments, committing every detail to memory. The silk of her hair against my chest, the soft swell of her breasts pressing into my side, the delicate flutter of her lashes as she dreams. Does she dream of me? Of the dark pleasure we just shared?
Time ticks by, seconds bleeding into minutes.
With a sigh, I press a feather-light kiss to Hallie's temple and carefully extract myself from her embrace. She murmurs in her sleep but doesn't wake, curling into the warmth I left behind. I allow myself one last lingering look at her nude form, committing every curve and freckle to memory.
Silently, I gather my clothes and dress in the shadows, never taking my eyes off her sleeping figure. The urge to crawl back into bed, to lose myself in her again, is almost overpowering. But I resist, knowing I've already crossed too many lines tonight.
I make my way to the window, my heart pounding as I slip out onto the fire escape, the cool night air a shock against my overheated skin. I close the glass behind me and take one last look at her. The metal creaks softly under my weight as I descend, each step taking me further from Hallie's warm embrace.
The city's pulse thrums around me, oblivious to the seismic shift that just occurred in that quiet bedroom. Everything has changed, irrevocably, and yet the world spins madly on.
I melt into the shadows of the alley, my mind reeling with the enormity of what I've done. I've taken what I craved for so long, consequences be damned. And it was everything I'd imagined and more - the taste of her, the feel of her body yielding to mine, the way she shattered so beautifully beneath me.
I don’t know the next move, which is fucking strange as I always know the next move. It’s how I function. It’s how I’vesurvived this long. But everything about Hallie has turned my life upside down.
As I reach my place and settle in for the night, I feel a bone-deep satisfaction. She might not remember this, might not understand what happened between us . . . But she’s mine now. Truly, forever mine. And I’ll be damned if I ever let anything or anyone come between us.
