A chair leans against the wall, its leg broken, propped against the door handle to block any attempts at entry. The effort feels pointless; if someone wanted to break in, they would do so, using whatever force necessary.
“Didn’t you say we would go through it all together? Let me be here for you. You don’t have to do this alone,” she says softly.
Her voice drags me into her like a soothing balm, calming the turmoil in my mind, ultimately leaving my heart aching.
I know I should let her in, but I can’t handle it. Everything within my soul and mind is a mess, tearing me apart, and I just need some peace and quiet.
Living fucking sucks, and coming back here proves it all.
I don’t give her an answer as I go to secure the windows using the other broken pieces of the chair. Naya stays quiet, a silent sentinel in the background that waits for me to break the tension.
In this instance, she’s a double-edged sword, two sides of a coin. She calms the demon in my mind unlike any other, and herpresence brings me comfort. Yet, she’s the reminder of all that I stand to lose. My mind is screaming at me to push her away before shit goes south, and the authorities somehow catch up to us. It shouts that I should leave her before she leaves me.
I slump on the bed when I’m done securing the room, exhaustion seeping its ways into my bones after a full day of merely walking, adrenaline and fear keeping me going forward.
Naya sits on the bed beside me, her fingers slowly finding mine. I grab them, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“We’ll get through this. You are not alone, you hear me?” she says after minutes of silence, looking into my eyes with a determined expression.
My brave little doll, so gorgeous, sitting beside me. What did I ever do to deserve her?
Instead of answering, I lean closer, capturing her lips with mine. She kisses me back, her tongue prodding my mouth, deepening the kiss. Kissing her feels like coming home after years of being abroad. It’s a brutal kind of connection that makes my cock throb in my pants, making me want to claim her here and now, in this house of destruction.
We kiss as if there’s no tomorrow. My hand glides to her hips, grabbing her flesh, grounding me in the presence.
We’re alive, and perhaps that is all that matters.
Her breathing becomes ragged, small, tiny sounds of pleasure escaping her. She meets my eyes, the intense gaze she’s giving me making my self control shift.
“Naya,” I growl, meeting her mismatched eyes as she looks at me, her body molded into mine.
In my periphery, I notice her squeezing her legs together, as if that will give her any friction at all.
“I’m seconds away from losing all sense of control, so I suggest you climb onto my lap, sit on my cock, and ride me like the good little girl you are before I snap,” I whisper into the lobeof her ear. “And you don’t want me to snap.”
Her cheeks flush an adorable color as she whispers against my lips. “What if I do?”
A feral, guttural growl rumbles from my throat, and she must sense the predatory gaze in my eyes, because she smiles mischievously before standing.
“Naya,” I warn her again, but she only gives me that damned smile, removing her clothes teasingly slowly.
I fist my cock through my pants, begging with the need to claim her right this fucking instance. She throws her shirt on the floor, followed by her pants, and the breath escapes my lungs at the sight of her. So fucking beautiful—like a canvas filled with only the prettiest of colors.
She moves her hands to her stomach, closer to the edge of the panties, but she doesn’t remove them, and the desire to have her thrums through my blood like poison.
The smile she gives me is toxic, lethal; a force that could make any man fall to his knees.
“You want it—me—don’t you?” she asks, twirling around while showing me her beautiful, rounded fucking ass, before turning around again so her eyes clash with mine.
I nod, licking my lips, heat burning my gaze.
“You’re not alone, understood?”
I’m caught off guard by her demand, but nod, reaching for her thighs with my hands and kneading her flesh.
Finally, fucking finally, she removes her panties, sitting down on my lap.
My cock is rock hard, and I shimmy out of my boxers. She lowers herself onto me, her slick heat enveloping me inch by inch, and I can’t help but let out a groan that originates from deep within my chest. She grips me so fucking perfectly, taking me fully, sitting down on my cock until she throws back her head in ecstasy. My fingers dig into her soft flesh, moving herhips to the rhythm of my thrusts.
