Page 45 of Madness & Mercy

I don’t stop. Not until I’ve swallowed every drop. Not until he’s twitching and gasping and trying to push me away with a hand that barely has the strength left to move.

When I finally pull back, he’s completely undone, hair stuck to his forehead, eyes glassy, lips parted in disbelief.

I kiss the inside of his thigh, then drag myself up his body until I’m lying over him, caging him in.

He doesn’t say a word, just blinks up at me like he’s still falling.

I lean down, my breath ghosting his ear.

“See?” I whisper.“Told you you’d beg.”

He doesn’t answer.

But he doesn’t deny it either.

He’s out cold.

His body is still trembling in the aftermath, lashes fluttering as sleep starts to pull him under, mouth parted, breath slow and uneven.

I stare down at him for a long second. He looks fucking destroyed.

Like he’s been used, worshiped,owned…and yeah, that’s exactly what I wanted.

Exactly what he needed.

I brush a damp curl from his forehead and press the sheets over his naked body, covering the evidence of just how thoroughly I unraveled him.

My cock is still rock hard, aching between my legs, the taste of him still on my tongue. But he’sdone. I took him past the edge so many times his body can’t even hold itself together now.

I drape the sheets over his body, then quietly slide off the bed.

I step into the bathroom, shut the door behind me, flick the lock, and lean back against the cold tile wall.

Then I shove my sweats down and wrap a tight fist around myself.

Fuck.

The second I touch it, I groan low in my throat. I’ve never been this wound up. It’s not just the physical tension, it’shim, wild and fighting and desperate under me. The way hebegged. The way his voice cracked when I took it all away.

I stroke harder, fast and filthy, my forehead pressed to the wall.

I close my eyes and see his mouth again, those pretty little sounds he tried to hold back. The way he whimpered when I swallowed him whole. How he looked at me like he hated me… and needed me anyway.

I grunt, my breath catching.

My hand moves faster.

Iownthat body now. He might not say it out loud, but I see it every time he looks at me like he’s drowning in it. Every time he doesn’t pull away.

“Julian…”I hiss through my teeth, hips bucking into my fist.

I come fast and hard, shaking against the wall with a curse.

My other hand braces flat against the tile as I ride it out, breathing like I just got dragged through hell and didn’t bother asking for a way back.

When it’s over, I drag a hand over my face and glance down.

Still a fucking mess.