Page 27 of Last Chorus (A Perfect Song Duet #2)

Her bravery, her trust, make my heart hot and my head light.

She’s still better than any drug.

“That’s my girl,” I say, my voice gravel. “Inhale nice and slow. Now exhale and relax. Fuck . There you go.”

Her body swallows my finger to the second knuckle before clamping down in resistance. I keep my hand still, letting her adjust at her own pace.

She winces. “I’m sorry, I?—”

“Stop it. You’re fucking flawless. Look at what you do to me.”

I yank my pants off my hips, wincing as fabric scrapes hypersensitive skin. As intended, she immediately forgets about my finger in her ass, her eyes fixed on where I’m flushed, pierced, and leaking.

She licks her lips. When my cock jerks in response, her eyes widen in shocked delight. I take a mental snapshot so I can laugh about it later. Right now, I’m fast approaching my limit. There’s edging myself, and then there’s torture.

“Touch me, Fairy.”

She doesn’t hesitate, grabbing me in a fist and jacking her hand roughly—just how I fucking like it. I groan, battling the urge to match her rhythm with my hips. If I do, I won’t stop until I come all over her stomach. And there’s no fucking way I’m spilling anywhere but inside her.

Maybe she senses how close I am because she shifts tactics. One hand strokes me loosely, dipping to cup my sack on the downstroke, while the other plays over my head. She’s so entranced, I don’t think she realizes that my finger is all the way in or that she’s been fucking my hand this whole time.

I haven’t moved my arm once.

She swipes a fingertip over my slit, gathering fluid, then circles it around the balls of my piercing. Her nail grazes where I’m most sensitive, and I wince in spite of myself. Catching it, she blinks up at me with false concern.

“Oops. Did that hurt?”

I smirk. “You know one of my kinks is when your claws come out. Playtime’s over, though. Can you let go of my finger? I need to fuck you and I want to look at you while I do it.”

Another mental snapshot: her face as she stops using my finger as a dildo in the same instant she realizes she was. I can’t stop my laugh this time.

Thankfully, before she can decide to be hurt or embarrassed, she peers up at me. Whatever she sees on my face—probably my utter joy—makes her smile sheepishly .

“You have nice fingers. Very skilled.”

“Oh, do I?” I ask, chuckling anew as I gently slip out of her body.

She nods, then squeezes my cock so hard I choke. “But I want this now, please and thank you.”

My laughter evaporates, single-minded intent pooling at the base of my spine. “Say it.”

Her breath hitches. “I need you inside me. Fuck me. Please.”

I kick off my pants and finally lower onto her. The first full contact of our naked bodies pulls moans from us both. Her hands glide down my back, legs hooking around my thighs. My cock notches right where it needs to be. Where it’s supposed to be.

Home. I’m home.

Short nails dig into my ass, beckoning me closer, deeper. My body starts to shake.

“Wait. I need a second?—”

“No,” she says, voice firm against my jaw. “I want it. I deserve it. Make it hurt, Wilder.”

I don’t want to.

God, I don’t want to.

But I snap anyway.

My hips work in rough thrusts, forcing her body to yield to mine one devastating inch at a time. On some level, I recognize familiar cues and sounds. Her moans and pleas. How wet she is, how she doesn’t push at me but clings. But none of it is enough to change the fact I’m hurting her.

Or that I like it.

“Goddammit,” I snarl, mindless and suddenly so angry I can’t see. “Damn you, Evangeline. God fucking damn you.”

Her arms and legs tighten around me. “I know. I can take it. It’s okay.”

I lift onto my hands, the movement forcing my cock deeper. Not deep enough. In a burst of unwanted clarity, I realize I’ll never be as deep inside her as I want to be.

Evangeline’s hands rise, framing my face tentatively. Tears leak from her eyes in continuous streams. Her thumbs stroke my clenched jaw.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

Not enough.

“You’re not forgiven.”

Her eyes close, then flutter back open. The gray one catches all the light in the room, sparkling like a star.

“Show me.”

My laugh is madness as I clasp the delicate column of her throat in one hand. My other curls around her hip, fingers digging into the lush globe of her ass. I lift and tilt her hips to exactly where I want her.

Then I fucking show her .

I pound into her viciously until I bottom out, but I don’t stop. There’s no relief, no return of tenderness. No music, either—just a cacophony of my grunts, her whimpers, our gasps. The slap of our flesh is obscene and arrhythmic.

Sweat drips until we’re slick with it. Her pussy is a molten sheath, swelling more with every thrust. But I’m still shocked when I feel the first flutters.

“You’re actually going to come again. You little sl—” By some miracle, I manage to swallow the rest of the word.

“Don’t hold back,” she pleads, her eyes frenzied and desperate. “It’s true. Only with you.”

Instead of her admittance pleasing me, it only makes me angrier.

“You’re such a greedy slut. Pushing me past my limits, making me fuck this cunt harder than I want to. You love this, don’t you? Are you going to come all over my cock, Evangeline?”

“Yes, yes.”

I bark a mirthless laugh. “Then fucking come.”

Rearing back, I reach between us and pinch her clit.

Once, twice, before she wails like a banshee.

Her eyes roll back in her head, her body lifting like a bowstring, every muscle straining.

Then her pussy clamps down and pulses so hard I know what’s coming.

Sure enough, her release soaks my balls and the comforter beneath us.

“I bet that felt good,” I remark, slowing my pace as her contractions ease and fade. Her moans could be sobs, but it’s hard to say and I’m not sure I care. She melts back onto the mattress, gasping for air, trembling all over.

Not. Fucking. Enough.

I stop moving. Anchored in her body, I lean down until my mouth hovers so close to hers that I’m swallowing the weight of our shared breath. When she tries to kiss me, I jerk my head back.

“No,” I snarl. “You walked away from me like we were nothing. Nothing. Just like that, you wiped me out of your heart and life. And believe me, I know how messed up that sounds. How wrong it is. I’m well aware that I’m the villain in this story.

But you left me . You fucking left me when you were supposed to forgive me. ”

Her chin trembles. “I know.”

Unable to help myself, I grind against her. It doesn’t matter that my broken heart is currently clawing its way out of my chest, or that my tears join the sweat already dripping off my chin.

My body sings for hers whether I want it to or not.

“My Fairy. My perfect song. I remade myself for you, but you still threw me away. All these years, I’ve been waiting for my missing piece to come home. But you aren’t home, are you? You’re not here to love me. You’re not here to keep me.”

Her eyes shift between mine, sorrowful and searching. Maybe finally seeing.

I hit an angle that makes her breath catch. Lightning zips down my spine, gathering and building.

“You are powerful,” I bite out. “So powerful I almost killed myself for you. Because I thought if you wanted me to die, I didn’t have anything to live for.”

Horror slackens her mouth. “No.”

Unable to look at her another second, I drop to my forearms and lower my head to the bed beside hers. My voice thickens with my cock, my hips pumping faster as release barrels toward me.

Sick, twisted release.

“I loved you so much, but you didn’t feel it. How could you not feel it? How could you forget me like that? We were supposed to be more. We were supposed to be everything.”

“Wilder, please. Oh God. No, no…”

She can’t help it any more than I can.

Her body sings for mine.

She weeps through her third orgasm. My release slams into me between one breath and the next.

Shattering me .

When I come back together, I have even fewer pieces than before.

But it’s enough.

“I know it’s not your fault,” I whisper, nuzzling her ear as she cries silently beneath me.

“I forgive you, and I forgive myself. For all of it. And I’ll be your friend always.

I’ll give you this, too—whatever you want for as long as you need.

But please, Evangeline, please don’t ask for what’s left of my heart unless you plan to keep it forever. ”