He thrusts harder, faster, his pace building, unsteady. “You keep moaning like that and I’m gonna lose it.”
“Good. I want you to.”
And I mean it. I love him unhinged. He thinks he needs to protect me from the darkest versions of him, that he needs to hide who he really is beneath the masks he only unveils when he’s Preacher, not Casey, but I fell in love with every piece of him, even the ones he doesn’t like to look at for too long.
He pinches my clit, and I detonate. My thighs tremble as my orgasm tears through me like a cresting wave. I squeeze my eyes shut, lights flashing behind my lids, my heart racing in my ears. I can’t make my lungs work enough to draw in a full breath, so I take rapid shallow ones that make my head spin.
He hammers into me one last time before he lets out his own strangled moan and empties inside me.
I don’t breathe, don’t move, don’t think as he collapses over my back, his weight pressing me into the bench.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Take every last drop of me into that pretty cunt.”
I don’t tell him I don’t have a choice, that I can’t move if I try. I just lie there, my legs no longer working, my brain a Casey soup while I listen to him try to calm himself.
Eventually, he strokes a path up my stomach to my hip, and then along each bony nodule on my spine.
“You make me a monster, Lex,” he says it softly, so at odds with how he’s just taken me, and how he spoke to me. “I lose control around you.”
“You’re not a monster,” I pant, my breath hot against the wood beneath my cheek. “You’re my world.”
There’s a pause, and I wish I could see his face, wish I could see what he’s thinking. Because even when he speaks, I’m notsure if my words land where I wanted them to. Men like Casey don’t believe they can be loved.
“You don’t get to be sweet after putting on that show, darlin’.”
He pulls out of me and I whimper as my pussy tries to clamp around him. I can feel his cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. Somehow that feels dirtier than anything we’ve done so far.
“Look at you. Messy little thing. Look at how your thighs and your cunt are glistening with me.”
A smile twitches at my lips. “Your mama would wash your mouth out if she heard you talking like that.”
“My mama would send you to therapy, Lexi, if she knew how much you love being filled with my seed.”
Fair.
Carefully, he peels me off the bench, turning me around. Then he grabs my chin between his fingers and thumb and presses a bruising kiss to my mouth. His tongue is everywhere, clashing with mine, teeth scraping my lip as he claims me with this final mark.
Then he pulls back enough to rest his forehead to mine, his eyes closing. “You were made for me. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I love you, Casey. With every breath in my body, I fucking love you.”
The tightness in his face smooths out at my words, a peace I rarely see in his eyes. “I would burn cities for you, baby, if you asked it.” He doesn’t say the words back, but he doesn’t need to. I know he loves me. He shows me every single moment of every day. “Let’s get you home.”
He pulls my dress down over my thighs, barely covering the evidence of what we did. “I’ll clean up and then we can head out.”
He grabs my wrist before I can move. “You think I’m letting you walk back in there looking like I ruined you?”
I roll my eyes at him. “I can’t get on the back of your bike like this. I’m dripping.”
The look on his face is so primal I brace for him to toss me over his shoulder like a caveman. “Consider that your punishment for unleashing me like this.”
He lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles. It’s at odds with everything he’s saying.
“Fine, but if I ruin your bike, don’t come crying to me.”
“If you ruin the seat, every time I look at it, I’ll remember why it’s damaged. And think about putting you right back where you belong.” He leans in, dipping down so that he can speak directly into my ear. “Under me.”
I almost melt. We’re not going to make it home at this rate.
