Page 148 of Phobia

My left arm lifted up, pushing back the hair from her face, and tucking it behind her ear. “You’re beautiful,” I said, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them. And I didn’t want to.

She was beautiful. The most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

Her pixie-like features were what always fascinated me. Her high cheekbones, full lips, and the tiny nose, accompanied by catlike shaped eyes, made her look otherworldly. Maybe it was because I knew who she was to me, how she felt, that I had this kind of reaction, but I couldn’t stop staring at her.

I couldn’t stop touching her—on her arm, her cheek, her back. My hands roamed over her shoulders, descending slowly over her sides while she worked on me. Her eyes flickered between the mark on my chest and my face, a satisfied grin spreading on her pretty face. The moment she dropped the knife to the side, I had her pulled closer to me, smearing my blood on her chest.

The pain was forgotten. The rules and everything else I set over the past couple of years flew into the wind, getting away from us.

I needed her—right here and right now.

I wrapped my hand around her hair, bringing her face closer to mine until her lips meshed with my waiting ones, eating me alive. I had no idea where she began and where I ended, and I didn’t give a flying fuck.

Her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. The only moment her lips separated from mine was when she lifted her body up and started sinking slowly down on me.

I could feel how stretched she was, how tightly her cunt gripped my cock in its vise grip. I felt every movement deep inside my soul, trying to stop myself from coming immediately. My eyes looked down to where our bodies connected, and the sight alone had me moaning loudly just as my entire cock disappeared inside her.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, keeping herself still above me. I wasn’t an idiot.

I saw how tight she was, how soft and fragile, and I knew she needed a minute to adjust to my size. But every single second felt like torture, like an eternity had passed. Before I could do anything, she started moving, bringing me higher and higher and higher…

“Jesus,” I groaned, gripping her hips with a punishing hold, trying to slow her down, but there was no use.

She was wild above me, going up and down on my shaft, her eyes focused on me, her mouth agape and pure pleasure written over her features. Her hand pressed over the wound on my chest, collecting the spilled blood on her fingers. The moment she brought it to her pussy, flicking her clit with the essence of me, I thought I would lose it.

My vision tunneled, only able to see her and what was happening. With inhuman strength, I lifted myself up into a sitting position, holding onto her like an anchor. My fingers bit into her soft skin and just as the questions started appearing on her face, I lifted her up and slammed her down.

Again and again and again, until a roar tore from my chest, needing to come. Tingles raced over my shoulders, traveling down my back all the way to the bottom of my spine, slowly trickling into my balls.

“Tell me you’re close,” I said urgently, my voice getting raspier and raspier with every second. “Danika!”

“I’m close,” she answered, holding her hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

I felt it then—the fluttering, the tightening of her cunt, and before I could think about dirty socks, my old teacher’s boobs, and crocodiles, I snapped.

My hips pistoned up into her, as if my body was trying to crawl inside hers. The grip I had on her tightened, and we exploded.

Together.

We were a mess of moans, groans, and the shaking of our bodies. I had no idea if I even breathed through the blackout that fell over me. My entire body separated from my soul, and like watching a movie, I could see the two of us, chasing our orgasms until the last drops from both of us fell, and until our souls became satisfied with what had happened.

Danika fell on to me, with my cock still inside her pulsing pussy that kept milking me even after I knew that there was nothing left. Her soft breaths washed over the wound on my chest, soothing it without even trying. My arms wrapped tightly around her as if the moment would escape if I didn’t hold on.

I was trying to catch my breath when she looked up at me with a soft smile on her lips and a satisfied look on her face.

“I think I might love you, Lazarus Morass.”

My chest felt like it had expanded, making space for another person inside. I had no idea that I could feel like this—this free—but here we were.

“I think I might love you, too, Danika Ascelin.”

I was too occupied with her, the feel of her in my arms, to notice the new arrival that shattered our peace.

“Well, isn’t this lovely?” The voice I knew all too well broke through the peace we had created, and just like that, the moment was ruined as I looked to my right to see Judah standing not too far away from me.

Danika immediately froze, hiding her face in the crook of my neck, but I had a feeling that it wasn’t because she was too ashamed for him to see her naked, even though I hated the fact. No, there was something else there, and I hated the motherfucking bastard for coming here right now.

“I truly am sorry to interrupt, but we have business to attend to,” he continued, purposely coming here. “If you don’t mind—”