With a keening wail, she does just that. Her pussy clamps down on me like a vice, her juices flooding my shaft as she rides out her orgasm. I follow her over the edge, my seed spurting deep inside her with a guttural groan.
We collapse together, limbs tangled and chests heaving. I gather her close, burying my face in her hair and inhaling her sweet scent. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as reality crashes over me - tomorrow, I'll have to let her go. Tomorrow, I'll have to break her heart.
But tonight, I hold her tighter, pour everything I can't say into the way I touch her. I kiss her like it's the last time, memorizing the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin against mine.
Because it might be.
When it was over, when she was curled up against me, her breathing soft and even, her fingers tangled in mine, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I broke.
Silently, violently, I sobbed.
I pressed my face into the pillow, into her hair, my shoulders shaking as the tears tore out of me, soundless and raw. My chest felt like it was caving in, every breath a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder of what I was about to destroy.
I was going to lose her.
I was going to shatter her.
And she had no idea.
She stirred slightly, murmuring my name in her sleep, tightening her arm around my waist. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my knuckles, trying to swallow the sounds clawing up my throat.
I wanted to freeze this moment.
I wanted to stay in this bed, in this room, in this life I built with her — the life that was about to slip through my fingers.
But time doesn’t stop for cowards.
I stayed awake all night, watching her sleep, memorizing every curve, every freckle, every line of her face. I whispered all the things I was too afraid to say aloud.
“I love you,” I murmured against her hair.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed into her skin.
“You deserved better,” I choked out, my fingers shaking as I brushed them down her spine.
When dawn crept through the curtains, casting pale gold across the room, I felt something inside me fracture.
She opened her eyes, blinking sleepily at me, smiling that soft, sleepy smile that had always undone me.
“Hey,” she whispered, reaching up to trace my jaw. “You’re still here.”
I kissed her — long, deep, lingering — swallowing the sob building in my chest.
“I’m still here,” I said.
For now.
Chapter 39
Ace
I stood at the doorway, keys in my hand, chest caving in, my heart a raw, bloody mess in my ribcage.
This was it.
This was the moment I became the villain.
