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Phantom

I t was agony to fuck her with just half of my dick when I wanted to slam all the way home. But my doll was finally enjoying it, her brows pinched in desperation as she looked at me while I rocked into her with slow, even thrusts.

She was so hot inside. So soft and tight. Even now, halfway out of her, I had trouble controlling my breathing as that wet heat enveloped me from every side.

“Relax, baby. You’ll have to let me go deeper,” I gritted out.

As I tried to put another inch in her, she gasped so violently, I instantly pulled back with a hiss, squeezing her hand in mine like it was my lifeline.

Just look at me. Handholding while fucking.

I was turning into a nice guy. But my doll wanted that anchor, so I gave it to her, and I admitted it felt nice. Just like her legs shaking around me, her frantic breaths fanning my throat, and the soft whimpers she released every time I thrust.

Her pussy squeezed me tight, and I let out a hot breath, going as deep as she’d let me until now. I stopped and pressed my forehead to hers. She trembled, and then her free hand was on my skull, stroking me softly.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice breaking. “Baby, don’t. You’ll make me cry, and I’ve never cried in my life.”

Her hand froze on my nape. “Cry? But why?”

I exhaled shakily, my hips twitching to get just that fraction of an inch deeper inside her. I needed her to swallow me whole.

“Because it’s too good,” I said, my voice already thick with emotion that wanted out through my tear ducts. My eyes felt hot.

“Oh, honey,” she whispered, stroking my head again. “It’s okay. I’m here. What do you need?”

I swallowed, my throat feeling uncomfortably hot, too, and pulled back to look at her. There was no loathing on her face, no mockery. She was soft and open, and so very beautiful.

“This,” I said, thrusting a bit deeper. Fuck, it was a tight fit. “Just to be home.”

She nodded, her eyebrows furrowing with tension. I thrust again, and she inhaled sharply, shaking while I fucked her to that depth. I was three quarters in. My baby took me with such valiant effort, and the more I moved inside her, the more she relaxed, until I could go deeper yet.

“Please, baby,” I begged her. “Just let me come home. I just want to be home.”

“Yes. Oh my God. Yes, okay! You can.”

I nodded, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I was almost there, but there was that last bit of resistance inside her, and I didn’t want to force my way in. I wanted her to take me willingly, and I sobbed into her neck, that craving so consuming, it burned a hole in my chest.

“I need you so much,” I rasped, buried as deep as I could go, my hips jerking with the need to sink in balls deep. “My beautiful, precious doll. Please, let me in.”

She took a deep breath, embracing me with both arms as she wrapped her legs around me. I jerked deeper, unable to hold back, and suddenly, I was in. There was no more resistance, no more space left between us. Our bodies pressed intimately together, and she took all of me.

A wave of something akin to despair, only much, much better, rolled through me. I sobbed louder, my eyes wet and hot. She held me, murmuring softly, while I shook on top of her, unable to stop as a horrible weight lifted from my chest. I felt light, crazy with joy, and completely insane.

Because who did that? I wasn’t that guy. And yet, I was, too, weeping on top of my girl because my dick was finally inside her.

Madness.

“You’re so good. So beautiful,” she murmured, stroking my heaving back. “So handsome, so witty, so gorgeous. I’m so in love with you. You’re so amazing.”

I choked on a sob, stilling completely. She kept stroking me but was silent, her eyes wide when I raised my head to look at her.

“You’re in what with me?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.

She swallowed thickly but held my gaze as she whispered back, “In love.”

A full-body shudder rocked me from my feet to the top of my head. On the upside, I wasn’t crying anymore. On the downside, she wasn’t gonna live through this.

“Oh, you did it now,” I snarled, pulling out almost completely.

Her eyes widened, lips parting to say something, but as I slammed deep in one, long thrust, the only thing that came out of her mouth was a sharp moan.

“That’s right,” I growled, pounding into her so hard, the bed shook. “That’s what you get. A tattoo on your back and your guts rearranged so you learn my shape once and for all. So no one but me can fit you perfectly.”

Her nails scratched down my back in desperation. I gathered her in my arms to hold her closer, our torsos flush while my hips worked with all the pent-up need she’d made me feel from day one. I fucked it all into her, my confusion, my lust, and the broken pieces of my heart that now belonged to her.

“You were too good to me.” My voice was guttural. “It’s your fault. Now take every inch, sweetheart, and get ready. I won’t let you sleep tonight. This is all mine, and I’ll take everything.”

She spasmed around me with a cry, coming all over my cock. I laughed, my hips snapping faster and faster while she still gripped me with the force of her orgasm. Hot weight gathered at the base of my spine, and then I came, too, shooting deep, deep inside her so I’d be embedded in her body forever.

When the orgasm rolled through me and out, I flipped us so as not to crush her with my weight. She moaned weakly, and I wrapped my arms and legs around her, so even though she was on top, she wouldn’t be able to leave. When she squirmed, I slapped her ass.

“Stay, doll. We’ll fuck again in a minute.”

“I can’t move anyway,” she said into my throat, her voice muffled. “Um. I’m sorry. For what I said.”

I slapped her ass again with an angry growl. “Don’t you dare be sorry. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve heard in my life. In fact, say it again.”

She raised herself on shaky arms, and I let her come up just enough so she’d see my face. I couldn’t hold back a murmur of adoration when I saw her, too. Her cheeks were pink, eyes dark and bottomless with desire, her hair a total mess.

“I’m in love with you,” she whispered, looking a bit shy. My brave little doll.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, my cock twitching inside her. “I think if you say it enough, I’ll come again without even fucking you. God. You’re so good.”

She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek. I frowned when she tensed.

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, avoiding my eyes. Even though she didn’t move, I felt her pulling away as her body tightened with a faint tremor. My insides tensed, too. Something was wrong. She was unhappy, and I had to fix it. Right now.

“Doll,” I said sternly. “What is it? Are you cold? Hungry? Sore? Do you want me to massage your feet? Eat you out? Want me to get you another book?”

She huffed out a soft laugh and looked at me, cringing a bit. I stared at her intently, willing her to tell me with all my being.

“No. I just…” She stopped, taking a shaky breath. “You don’t have to. It’s not like… I just thought…”

“For fuck’s sake, just tell me,” I growled, gripping her thigh where it seemed to pull away from me. “And I will fix it. Whatever it is.”

“You didn’t say it back,” she said in a rush, then looked away. “But it’s okay. I just thought… Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh.” Oh!

That was why I needed Nat for these things. I was so preoccupied with myself, with how her words made me feel, I totally missed how big of a leap it was for her. And I knew she was self-conscious, too, but I tended to forget it, because she was obviously so beautiful and perfect. She had no reason to ever doubt how she made me feel.

“My beautiful, perfect doll,” I whispered, my throat tightening with the weight of the words I was about to speak. “I don’t know anything about love. I have no idea how it feels. All I know is that you’re the only person I care about, the only person I want to share my life with, the only woman I ever want to fuck and hold. All I want is to make you happy. I want to feed you when you’re hungry, protect you when you’re in danger, and make you smile. I need you viscerally. You can never be away from me. You can never leave, because then, I will be lost. You make everything make sense.”

She stared at me with her lips parted, eyes huge. I stroked her cheek, gently pushing her hair behind her ear. She took a shaky breath at the affectionate gesture and leaned in to kiss my mouth.

“Thank you,” she said thickly as if her throat was full of tears, just like mine had been. “I, uh. I think yours was better than mine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said with a grin, happy the problem was fixed. “Did my words make you come? No. But yours will make me shoot. Come on. Tell me you love me.”

She laughed like it was a joke, but I was perfectly serious. When I slapped her ass to remind her what I said, she took a deep, happy breath and looked into my eyes with that radiant smile that was my undoing.

“I love you.”

We both grunted when my cock bucked inside her.

“Mmm. Keep going,” I said, my balls tingling with pleasure.

“I love you,” she whispered, kissing my cheek. “I love you.” The corner of my mouth. “I love you.” My chin. “I love you.”

My hips jerked, and I fucked up into her while my cock strained, pleasure radiating up and down my spine. She kept saying it, my pretty girl loving me when no one else ever had, and I came inside her, groaning in ecstasy.

Then I flipped us over and fucked her into the mattress, because she deserved to come, too.

Hours later, when dawn grayed the sky outside the window, we lay in bed together. We’d fucked a few times, dozed off for maybe half an hour, fucked again, showered, and fucked. My baby could barely keep her eyes open, but I wasn’t ready to let her sleep yet. There were so many things I needed to do, one especially that burned and itched in the back of my head.

I leaned over to reach for my discarded belt and got the single grenade I always kept on me. I put it in her limp hand.

“Here. Hold it for me.”

“What is it?” she mumbled, her fingers tightening around the grenade.

Next thing I knew, she sat bolt upright, staring at it and breathing hard, her eyes wide with panic. I laughed under my breath.

“Relax, doll. The safety is on. See? The pin is in. It won’t blow up. I’d never give you anything dangerous.”

“It’s a grenade,” she said in a weak voice. “It’s dangerous by definition. ”

“Oh, fine,” I agreed. “But you’d never be stupid enough to activate it. Let me show you how it’s done, though.”

I took it from her and showed her the safety pin. “See? As long as this is inside, it won’t blow up. But let me show you how to remove it, in case you ever need it.”

“I doubt I’ll ever need it,” she said faintly.

“Mmm. Bear with me. Okay, see here? This is the lever. You need to hold it, like this, and then you can take out the pin. Let’s try it.”

She looked at me with huge eyes, and I smiled in encouragement, taking her hand. Holding the grenade in one palm and pressing the lever down, I put her ring finger through the safety pin. As I had suspected, it didn’t fit, but I looked carefully to see by how much it would have to be resized.

“And pull,” I said. “It’s safe. As long as I hold on to the lever, it won’t blow up.”

She took a shaky breath and pulled the pin out. It dangled from her finger while her nervous eyes darted between the grenade and my face.

“Okay, so what happens is, that pin held this lever in place. Now, if I throw the grenade, the lever will spring back and start the reaction that will make it detonate. There is a bit of a delay which allows you to throw it safely and get behind a barrier so you don’t get hit.”

She nodded frantically. “Okay, fine, yes. Can we please put the pin back in?”

I grinned at how scared she was. As if I would let her get blown up.

“In a second.”

I snickered, loving how she trembled. Maybe it was mean, but hell, she was so cute. I wanted to draw it out, so I explained, “I always have grenades on me, baby. You know why? They can’t hurt me. I could detonate one and drop it at my feet, and everyone around me would be blown to bits while my armor would keep me safe. Pretty neat, huh?”

She nodded with a shaky breath. “Please, put the pin back in!”

“Only if I can put my cock in you after,” I teased, ridiculously happy.

God, I wanted to spend every night, morning, and day with her. I was hooked.

“Oh,” she said, wincing. “I’m kinda sore.”

I took the pin from her, put it in, and secured the grenade on my belt. She breathed out in relief, and I grinned, nuzzling her face. “Okay, no more fucking. But can I eat you out? It should help.”

She huffed softly. “You’re insatiable. But I, um, I’m sticky.”

“You’re totally filthy with my mess.” I grinned proudly, saying what she was too delicate to say bluntly. “And I love it. Come on, baby. Get on your back like a good doll and let me eat my cum out of you.”

She stared at me for a beat, then smiled and lay back, spreading her thighs for me.

“That’s my girl,” I sighed happily, crawling down until my face was between her legs.

I pushed her knees open wider and just looked. It was so perfect. Her pink flesh was still swollen and tender from all the fucking while my black cum seeped out of her. The colors clashed, and yet they fit, too. We were so perfect together.

I dove for her, licking off my mess and hers with greedy swipes of my tongue. I loved her pussy. Loved it. I wanted to shower it with affection and bathe it in luxuries. Maybe she’d be game to have her clit pierced, I thought idly as I sucked it into my mouth. My girl deserved diamonds, after all.

And I’d just adore it if she had a nice clit piercing with a big, flashy diamond. I’d play with it for hours.

Though maybe I’d breach the topic once we were engaged. Or married. Or living together. Or whatever she gave me, because I wasn’t picky—I just wanted her with me every day, no matter how it happened.

“Yes, like this,” she begged as I teased her clit with sharp, fast licks while my two fingers worked her G-spot, though lightly. I felt how swollen she was, how hot and tender. A really well-fucked woman.

“Scarab!” she screamed as she came all over my face, and I laughed with pride.

I made her scream my name, after all.

When she came down from the high and smiled at me sleepily, I slithered up her body and kissed her.

“Nice one, doll. So, when will you move in with me? I can start moving your stuff tomorrow.”