Page 114 of Poisoned Promise
“I hate you,” he groans. His chest heaves upward and he tosses his head to one side, then meets my gaze. “I love you.”
“Of course you do.” Three little words that carry more weight than I’m prepared for so I reach down between our bodies and grasp his thick, aching cock. The moan that punches out of his is almost like a wounded sound but it’s nothing compared to the deep, pleasure-filled groan that follows as I finally sink down onto his cock and give him the feeling we’re both craving.
There’s nothing like being filled by someone who adores you.
I waste no time and immediately set up a punishing rhythm bouncing on his cock, rolling my hips in different directions to drag all sorts of needy, impressive sounds past Felix’s lips.
He cups my hands, caresses my abdomen and clutches at my breasts, even tries to get his own back by pinching my nipples but one flex of my walls around his cock is enough to send him back into a whimpering mess.
It’s good. It’s too good. The weight inside me, the stretch of his cock, the glide of every thick inch reaching deeper inside me than his fingers ever could.
I brace both my hands on his chest and ride him harder, panting as I chase my second orgasm and keep him pinned like he’s just a tool for my pleasure.
His dark, lust-filled eyes never leave me and when I lean down and kiss him, he bites back just as hungry.
Chest to chest, once we kiss we don’t stop and my hips piston down on his cock over and over until my core is burning and he’s trembling from restraint.
I can’t take much more.
“Cum,” I gasp against his lips. “Cum for me.”
Gazing deep into one another’s eyes, we share the same bubble of air but neither of us blinks until Felix arches up and cums deep inside me. His breath catches in his throat and he presses his head back into the pillow, then tightens his grip on my waist.
The flood of heat deep inside me is the most satisfying thing I’ve felt in a long time and I try to maintain my gaze but it’s too late.
My second orgasm crashes over me and turns my limbs to jelly, forcing me flat down against his chest while wave after pulsing wave of utter ecstasy washes over me.
The caress of desire fades into a quivering warmth of comfort and Felix wraps his arms around me even as we’re both still twitching.
I love him too.
It would be the perfect thing to say right now but the words don’t come. Only sweet, lazy, satisfying kisses as we remain as one.
Sleep comes not long after once Felix cleans me up and bundles me up in his arms.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I don’t dream.
My rest is deep and peaceful without nightmares, without worry or fear, or the impending dread that’s existed in the back of my mind ever since I fled this life.
That peace shatters when I wake up the next morning and realization hits me.
I slept while Alex is still out there.
I fucked Felix while my son is still missing. The guilt hits like a brick punch so I untangle myself from Felix’s sleeping form, dress, and blearily head toward the kitchen for coffee.
To my surprise, Bree is already there.
“Morning!” She smiles widely at me. “Sleep well?”
“Uhm… sort of.”
“That’s good. You need rest. I know things are terrible and as I’ve said, I can’t imagine it, so I’m glad you were able to sleep. Coffee?” She holds up the pot for me. “Freshly brewed.”
“Yes, please.”
Bree pours me a cup and passes it to me, then she offers me a small bowl of packet sugar and sweeteners. “You look brighter this morning.”
“I slept with Felix.” The words blurt out of me and visibly catch Bree off guard as her eyes widen and her cheeks pinken ever so slightly.
