Page 116 of Freaks Of Nature

Emily’s fingers twist the front of my sweatshirt.

My brow creases. “Do you want this off?”

“Yes, Mason,” she confirms with a soft whimper.

A smirk stretches my lips. I reach behind my head and straighten only long enough to shrug the hoodie off, letting it fall onto the bed beside me.

Em’s hips roll impatiently on top of the mattress. Braced above her, I lick my lips. “Do you want my mouth on you, baby girl?”

“Yes,” comes another immediate response, her breath juddering.

I sink down her front, my own warm breath feathering across her skin, the tip of my nose hovering. I inhale her scent. I devour her without touch.

When my fingertips curl at the waistband over her shorts, she lifts off the bed to let me slide them down.

I lower myself to her again. Splayed hands at the back of her thighs, spreading her wide, I give her one long, savory lick.

Her body shivers through a moan, and I look up to watch her face.

Pausing my piercing at her clit, I swirl in deliberately slow circles. I’m gentle, mindful with each stroke of the thin line between her sleepy haze and waking fully.

I’m on my knees for her, begging for each precious drop, desperate to draw her into me.

The way she moans my name when she comes undoes me. I want to sketch her like that, the tiny muscles in her face tense from the pleasure, her lips parted in a silent gasp. She’s so fucking beautiful like that.

My cock swells with renewed vigor as I inch back up her body. I kiss the length of her flat belly, the valley between her breasts to the crease of her full mounds, before bringing my mouth down on one.

Positioned right at her entrance, I swirl my tongue around her nipple and prod her with light thrusts.

Emily’s spine bows. She arches into me, eager to feel more, but I grant her only the tip before I retreat.

I release her nipple to watch her face. Her eyes don’t flutter. She’s still asleep.

I sink the head of my cock into her again, repeating the teasing play. Knees raised at my sides, Emily’s hips rock to urge me on. Each time I ease into her, I feel her little muscles contract around me. She’s going to come.

Her body stiffens. Then I feel the jolts. She trembles beneath me.

“Mason.” Her lips part, her moan forming my name again, and fuck me, I want to plunge into her at the hoarse sound of it.

Pulling out, I chuckle. She’s entirely conditioned to me. I claimed her body. It answers to me, whether she’s conscious or not.

I dip my head toward her ear, letting my chest brush her sensitive nipples to rouse her.

Another dark laugh ruptures in my throat when she stirs at last.

“You’re a heavy sleeper, aren’t you, baby girl?” I drawl, my hips still nestled between her thighs without penetrating. I want her awake for this one. I want her to feel my next thrust in the deepest parts of her core.

I slide my cock across her slick pussy in warning. “Such a good girl…” My mouth lowers to hers as I close my eyes and pull my hips back. “You come for me even while you’re asleep… calling out my name.”

And then I push.

I seat the entire length inside her in a single thrust, relishing the feel of her as her heat welcomes me, and in that moment, I know: my scars may never heal completely, butsomehow she quiets the self-destructive voices in my head. My soul is tethered to hers.

She’s mine.

Beyond life.

Beyond death.

I’ll never let her go.

She’s my solace… and I’m entirely at her mercy.