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I clasp my mouth around him, working the intrusion to the back of my throat. I glide back and forth, over and over, one hand still clasping his ass, while I bring the other to grip the base of his cock.
“Fuck.” His fingers find my hair and the harsh grip, along with the deep growl from his chest, makes my pussy tingle. “If you keep doing that I’ll never let you go.”
I close my eyes, wishing it was a possibility even though the thought is entirely foolish.
I suck harder, beating back reality. I twirl intricate patterns with my tongue. I rub my palm along his shaft and sink my nails into his ass.
“Niss.” Those fingers dig into my scalp, the pain such a thrilling sensation that my arms break out in goose bumps.
“You need to stop, little fox.”
I don’t want to.
This needs to last forever. His protection has to remain coiled around me for longer. His strength is a guiding force through this crazy mess of my unrecognizable life.
I don’t want to be alone. I can’t return to a hollow existence.
“Hey.” He steps back, clasping the base of his cock in a tight hold. “What’s going on?” He grips my chin, dragging my face upward until I’m enslaved at the sight of those worried eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I’m lost.
I’m scared.
And he’s the only one who makes me feel powerful.
“I want you.” I close my eyes, fighting the building burn in my vision. “That’s all.”
He hauls me to my feet, dragging me into his arms to place me back against the wall. “You’ve got me.”
I hold him tight around the neck, circling his hips with my trembling legs. I cling to him, burying my face in his shoulder, my lips against his skin.
“You’re better than this, Niss.” He pulls back until we’re face to face. “You’re not weak.”
“I know.”
“Then snap out of it.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder to grip my hair, yanking my head back, exposing my throat. “You’re a fucking warrior. And if I hadn’t left you vulnerable today, you would’ve brought Robert and Amar to their knees.”
“I know.”
“Good,” he growls. “Then show me that bitch who likes to wear my balls as a fucking necklace.”
A laugh forms in my stomach, not quite big enough to make a sound. “When have I ever worn your balls as a neckless?”
“Since the moment we met.” He steals my mouth, attempting to punish me with passion.
Our lips dance. Our tongues tangle.
My nipples ache with the need for more. My pussy pulses, demanding to be filled.
“Don’t make me wait,” I beg. “Give me what I need.”
“Always.” He grips his dick from between my thighs and drags the head of his shaft through my slickness.
It’s the faintest touch. A mere slide of friction.
I want to combust.
“Cole.” I grow impatient, scratching my nails into his shoulder.
“Now, now, Niss. You’re a fox, not a fucking cat.” He thrusts into me, his cock sinking deep.
I gasp with the harsh jolt, my injuries protesting the ferocity. My ribs burn, the agony sinking into my lungs.
“I hurt you.” He stops. He doesn’t budge an inch.
“I don’t care.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “If you don’t keep moving, I’ll return the favor.”
“There she is.” He smirks. “There’s my snarky little witch.”
I leverage myself against the wall, seeking selfish relief. I grind into him, over and over, while he remains still, peering down at me with devilish eyes. “Give me what I want.”
“Or what? You’re just going to use me like a piece of meat?” He quirks a brow. “Is that how it’s going to be?”
“Maybe.”
“I’m not complaining. Just asking.” The tilt of his lips increases, the curve incredibly wicked. “I could watch you fucking me like this every damn day for the rest of my life.”
I stifle my shock, masking it with a whimper.
He didn’t mean what he said. It was a heat-of-the-moment compliment. Of sorts. But the possibility of unending days with this man leaves me breathless.
“What’s wrong?” He begins to move, his hips rocking back and forth in teasing thrusts. “Are you tempted by the dark side?”
“No,” I lie. “But you could always come to the light.”
“You make it sound like a death sentence.” He cups the back of my head, keeping his movements smooth as they grow in force. “I could change a lot of things to keep you at my side, but who I am isn’t one of them.”
“You don’t even know who you are. You’re not as bad as you claim to be.”
“Don’t kid yourself. I know exactly who I am.” He brushes his lips over my cheek, the caress moving close to my ear. “I know what I want. What I’m capable of. What I’ll do if anyone dares to touch me and mine.”
He bites my shoulder, then sucks to soothe the sting, over and over, branding my skin with his marks.
“I’d kill for you, little fox.” He reclaims my mouth, holding my jaw tight to trap me in place. “I’d die for you.”
I shudder.
They’re mindless promises in the heat of passion. Exquisite lies. And I believe them regardless.
His devotion becomes a fraudulent truth. His intensity tethers me to my waning strength.
“You could be my queen.” He drags his teeth along my neck to my earlobe. “I’d be your fucking slave.”
“No.” I shake my head, denying his deception. That messed up reality could never exist. There’s no future where we’re on the same team. Where we wake every morning under the same roof.
There’s no possibility of dreamy domestic bliss.
“You’re tempted.” He nuzzles my cheek. “I know you don’t want this to end.”
I deny the fantasy any more room in my thoughts. “What I want is for you to make me come.”
“I can give you that, too.”
He grinds harder, his hand leaving my face to slip between my thighs. He sweeps the pad of his thumb over my clit, and I buck with the resulting frenzy of sensation.
He applies more pressure, eliciting more pleasure, all the while thrusting his cock into me so slowly my walls clamp down around him.
“I want to fuck you so damn hard,” he admits.
“Do it.”
He presses his forehead to mine. “No. Not today.”
There might not be another opportunity. This is all we have. It might be all that’s left.
“Do it.” I buck into him, making him sink to the hilt.
“Not. Today,” he growls. “Fucking you hard is a promise I’ll leave for another occasion.”
My whimper is the only protest I can give.
I’m close, bliss tingling the tips of my nerves. I jerk my hips harder, making him groan and increasing my own madness. He pumps faster, his thumb pressing harder.
I shake my head, not ready for this to end, but entirely at the mercy of a body that is coasting forward without my approval.
“Clamp your pussy tight, little fox,” he murmurs in my ear. “Milk my cock.”
I come undone, my back arching, my core fluttering.
I cling to him, our rhythm perfectly synchronized, our panted breaths a mimicked symphony as he moans into my cheek.
The rough grate of his voice grows louder, deeper as we orgasm, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the space around us until eventually, it slows.
We both recede from the bliss together, our bodies slicked with sweat.
“I love how you obey me.” His tone holds a hint of humor. “We should do this more often.”
I scoff out a derisive laugh. “Let me down.”
“Not yet. I’m not finished with you.”
I crumple, my head sinking back against the tile, my hands falling to my sides as exhaustion takes over.
He carries me from the shower, our bodies still joined when he places me on the basin counter.