Page 20 of Craving Consequences
“Van...” she chokes again, nails cutting, body shuddering. So close to collapse as her pussy grips me. Pulls me deeper. “Van, I...”
“Not yet,” I warn her, feeling her clench around me with the struggles.
But she doesn’t break. Every muscle quivers, her mind splinters, but she’s waiting for me.
I love you,I want to breathe into her ear as I break her, but not like this.
“Cum,” I tell her, and she does.
Hard.
Violent.
She cums writhing, with her back bowing and her cries haunting. She’s a mess of tears, sweat and bliss. A perfect picture of absolute obedience as I give her, her reward with every thick rope of cum I use to paint her walls. Marking her. Claiming her as mine.
She falls into my arms and I crush her close. Hold her while she convulses long after I’ve slipped free of her. Her ragged pants burn the side of my neck, but it’s the hard points of her nipples brushing my chest with every labored breath that drive me crazy.
“Thank you,” she whispers without prompting and I still.
That soft, raw gratitude, offered from the wreckage I made of her is what undoes me. Not the cries, not the way her body submitted so perfectly, not even her desperate little pleas.
This.
That simplethank youlike I gave her something sacred. Like I am worthy of her reverence.
My throat works around the lump and I bury my face into her hair. I breathe her in. Inject myself with her scent of sweat, cum and lingering strawberries and chocolate. I hold her like she’s mine.
My good fucking girl.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
She lifts her face off my shoulder and smiles down at me, and I kiss her with every drop of the happiness she’s already given me.
She’s my sin. My damnation.
Even if I never deserve her.
“Time to go, guys,” Lachlan murmurs from behind the wheel.
I hadn’t exactly forgotten about the other man, but I’d been so lost in Everly, a bomb could have gone off and I probably wouldn’t have noticed.
Gingerly, I help her slip off my lap. Lachlan pulls her wrinkled dress down over her head and into place, covering her. He tugs her hair free of the collar before capturing her chin and tugging her mouth to his.
Everly goes to him without hesitation. Her arms hook around his neck and she leans into the arms he closes around her.
“Taking you home,” he tells her softly, lips never parting.
She nods. “Will you both stay with me?”
Lachlan lifts his face to brush a kiss to her brow. Over her head, his gaze meets mine ... asking and telling.
“Yes,” we both say simultaneously.
Everly’s smile is everything. I would give her the whole damn sky if she asked just to feel its warmth on my skin.
No one speaks for the rest of the drive. I keep my arms around her while she sleeps peacefully against my chest. My fingers skim through her hair, untangling the knots we created.
On her other side, Lachlan strokes her thigh lightly with his free hand. He traces small circles into her warm skin with his thumb.
