Page 67 of Eternal

With that answer, he snakes both of his hands up to my neck, squeezing hard, and starts to bounce me up and down by gripping my neck. I nearly come at the sensation.

“Let go.” He bores his eyes into mine, nodding his head as though to say, ‘trust me.’

And I do.

I grip my hands onto his arms as he cuts circulation off completely. I feel my face turn red at the loss of oxygen, but continue to bounce with his help. The lack of oxygen going to my brain increases the euphoria flowing through my body. He releases a little bit, allowing me to take deep breaths before tightening his grip. Again and again, he tenses and loosens his grip on the throat, and it brings me closer to my climax.

When he releases his grip, I croak, “I’m gonna fucking come.”

“Come on my cock, baby,” Soren groans.

At this moment, I know he will be my key to start healing. His grip on my neck is similar to Tristan’s but this one. This one makes me feel empowered. I know I can tell him to stop at any point, and he will. Fuck, I would do anything, be anything for this man.

I bounce a few more times before finally finding my orgasm. I start to gasp as it hits me harder than ever.

“Fuck yes!” I cry out, stars dancing in my eyes.

“Just like that, baby,” Soren says, his hands moving down to my ass and continuing to bounce me on his cock. I am physically unable to move after that orgasm. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold onto him, so I don’t fall over.

His rhythm becomes more erratic, and he groans into my neck as he comes. We sat there for a moment. Both of us are still catching our breaths. His head rests on my chest as I rest mine on his head, holding him as close as possible. Soren pulls back, and his hand connects to the back of my neck, the other wrapped around my body, keeping my body trapped to his. Soren’s eyes connect with mine, swirling with deep unconditional love.

“I love you, Freya.”

My heart swells, but I choke to get the words out. I never imagined he would be the first one to say those words. I always thought I would be the first, but hearing him say he wants my dreams, too, makes my head swirl with rapture.But why am I having such a hard time getting the words out?He leans back, eyebrows furrowing together. His eyes search mine, looking for some explanation, but he won’t find one.

He sits there for another moment before pushing me off of him. I struggle to keep a hold of him. I love him. I’m just choking. Tears start to well up in my eyes as he gathers his clothes and redresses. Then in the blink of an eye, he’s back in the house, slamming the door shut. I shutter. I may have broken his heart completely after opening up to me as he did. He trusted me with his stories and his love, but I just squashed them down. I’ve ruined a perfect moment.

Chapter twenty-eight

Soren

Ijerkmysuitcaseonto the bed and start stuffing the clothes I brought with me into it when Freya comes rushing into the house.

"Soren," Freya chokes.

I glance over at her figure, as she tries to sloppily dress with tears clouding her eyes. She's fine.

I keep packing and move on to pack her clothing as well.

"Soren, please. Let's--"

I clench my jaw to stop myself from snapping at her, but it happens regardless. "Freya, enough. I don't want to hear it. Here's your bag, a car is waiting outside for you to go back home. I need some time." I stride into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before I say anything rash.

"We need to talk about this. It's not that I don't-"

I rip the door open, and she staggers backward as if I've scared her.Goddamn it.

"There isn't anything we need to discuss right now. You need to listen to what I've told you. Get into the car, and go home. Leave me be," I snap.

Her bottom lip wobbles, and I so desperately want to reach out for her. Kiss that lip, and her tears away. Make all this pain go away. But I stand as still as a statue.

"I--" She hiccups.

"No. Go home." I turn back to retreat to the bathroom and lock myself in it. I hear her moving to the bed, then still silence.

I don't hear movement for a good two hours, but she comes to the realization I won't back down. Not right now anyway, not until I know she will need to eat something.

"Soren, I'm leaving." Her voice is thick as she attempts to speak. "I'll meet you back at the house. Can we talk about it then?"

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