Abyss (Elements of Rapture Book 4)

37. Hudson

HUDSON

Her back hits her bed, and she unwraps herself from my body, splaying her arms above her. She’s a goddamn vision with her tousled hair haloed around her head, that bewitching jewel gleaming over her bee-stung lips, and those golden-brown eyes filled with love and lust.

For me.

She told me once that her name meant poem, and it’s fitting. She’s a sonnet, a fucking haiku, with her every arc and curve a carefully crafted verse on a page.

I hover over her, my arms caging her head. “You want to be fucked, sweetheart? You want my cock buried so deep, you won’t walk straight for days?”

Her response is to stick her chest out—one breast free from when I sucked her nipple, while the other is still tucked inside her bra. I’ll get to it later. For now, I like her looking as disheveled and dazed as she does. She juts out her hips to run her bare pussy over my pants, hissing when she feels my erection.

Rising to my feet, I pull off my belt, shoving down my pants and boxer-briefs. Stepping out of them, I fist my cock, my eyes smoldering. “Get up and show me how much you want this. Suck my cock.”

She rises, flipping onto all fours and raising her ass in the air. My mouth waters at the sight, and I almost tell her to turn around so I can bury my face in her ass.

I tuck her hair behind her ear before brushing my thumb over her lips. I press my thumb into her mouth, and she licks it, sucking the way she will my dick.

Her hungry eyes scroll up my body, and I pull my thumb out of her mouth, rubbing it over her lips, before letting her take my cock from my hand. She pumps it before slapping the tip on her tongue, knowing she’s about to drive me insane. A low groan rumbles inside my chest as I watch her lick the beads of pre-cum off the tip.

So fucking hot.

“Fuck.” My head falls back as my hand wraps around the back of her head. “You’re already killing me, baby girl.”

She continues to pump my shaft before her wet mouth rolls over my dick and, needing more, my hips instinctively jut forward.

My abs contract and my hand tightens around her silk strands as she sucks me deeper. My dick hits the back of her throat and my need heightens, a tingle playing at the base of my spine. Jesus Christ, I’ll never get enough of her mouth.

Her hand plays with my balls and my entire body feels fevered watching her hollow out her cheeks, sucking hard.

Fuck, she’s good at this. And to think she’d never done it before me.

A primal sense of pride surges inside me, and I hold myself back from taking control and not fucking her mouth until she’s choking on my dick.

With her movement steady, her head bobs over me, her half-covered breasts swinging lasciviously while she laves the bottom of my shaft with her tongue, running it along my smooth, sensitive skin. I hear her gag, but her eyes stay connected to mine, working through it and opening up her throat.

“You like that?” I ask, my voice husky. “You like choking on this cock?”

She moans, her mouth still full, but continues to suck until I’m swaying on my legs, seeing stars at the outskirts of my vision.

Pulling out of her mouth, I breathe heavily, gesturing behind her. Her mouth felt way too fucking good; a minute more and I’d be blowing my load, ending this prematurely. “Get back on the bed. I need to fuck you.”

Popping off my cock, she licks her lips before her spine hits the bed again. Within seconds, I’m hovering over her, in between her open thighs, with the head of my cock at her entrance.

Using my hand to direct it, I press the tip inside her, making her hips swing up and her head roll back. Pressing my mouth to the soft skin of her neck, I slowly thrust inside all the way until I’m completely sheathed inside her. “Jesus, fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

It’s been a month without her. Without her warmth around me. Without her smiles and laughs in the air.

A month where my heart lived outside of me, and I had to watch it continue on as if it was never a part of me in the first place. A month where I did nothing but wait and bide my time, watching her from afar, shattering with every one of her smiles, knowing they weren’t for me.

Wondering if they’d ever be for me again.

There were times I felt like a stalker—trailing behind her to see where she went or going into the coffee shop she just left, only to catch a whiff of her scent like it’s my goddamn addiction because it was the only way I could feel close to her.

To say the past month has been excruciating would be the understatement of the century. Like being made to watch the same wreckage on tape, over and over again, until your eyes threatened to bleed.

I missed her in a way that was indescribable.

I freeze over her, taking her in—a flush covering her neck, her eyes bouncing over my face, sweat beading over her brows—before pulling out halfway and thrusting back in.

“I love you,” I rasp, thanking my lucky stars she fucking took me back.

Her golden-brown eyes mist when she cradles my face. “I know.”

She sees it, everything as plain as day written all over my face. My reservations dissolved, my guard demolished. I’m hers. All fucking hers.

Truth be told, I was a goner the day I came into my office and saw her sitting at Belinda’s desk that first time, all feigned confidence and uncertain smile.

I knew I was going to lose to her and it scared the living shit out of me.

But looking back at it now, that moment was the beginning of the rest of my life. A life I want to spend with this woman right here.

“I missed you so fucking much, Kav . . .” I take in a stuttered breath, my throat feeling parched. My heart thunders inside my chest, finally alive. Finally whole. “I . . . I—”

I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say, but her wobbly smile tells me she does. “I know, baby. I know.”

I melt into her, my face nuzzled in her neck as I ram her deep and hard, thundering into her like a force unleashed. I drive forward as her nails scrape down my back and the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

“Oh, God,” Kavi moans and I lift back up, curling my hand over her throat possessively and watching her intently. Every flicker of her expression is a promise and a revelation. My weakness and strength.

My thumb reaches up to pull down her bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful when you take my cock. Keep making those sounds for me, sweetheart.”

Strands of her wet hair stick to the side of her forehead, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat, as I drive into her with deliberate long strokes.

Our breaths are uneven, moans clashing, but we’ve never been so in sync.

I lean down, taking her mouth in a savage kiss, and Kavi’s arms cross around my neck. She locks her ankles at my lower back, pulling me in deeper. We’re a tangle of limbs and lips, a knot of yeses and forevers.

Her tongue hits the roof of my mouth and I groan, sucking it, as my hips move with purpose, drawing out this feeling. It’s goddamn ecstasy.

Not disconnecting our kiss, I drag my hand down her body, pulling down the other cup of her bra before rolling her nipple in between my fingers.

She whimpers and mewls, her hips arching against mine.

I do it again, pinching harder, and Kavi’s mouth goes slack against mine, a moan escaping. Lowering my head, I take her pert nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue before biting down on it until she’s squirming under me.

I continue to piston into her while my hand slides down to her clit. Rubbing little circles over it with my middle two fingers, I lift up and watch my cock move in and out of her. “Fuck, Kav, I’m losing my mind. Look at how pretty your pussy looks sucking my cock.”

She rises on her elbows to watch with me, her chest rising and falling with each thrust before her eyes drag up to meet mine. An electric charge passes between us as our eyes hold and my hips pump into her.

It’s fucking magic and fairytales. It doesn’t feel like my life and yet, it is.

Soul-crushing, heart-wrenching emotion rocks between us, like we’re caught inside turbulent, all-consuming waves, threatening to pull us under. And yet, we’d drown willingly.

Our tattered breaths collide as we watch each other, glassy-eyed and silent, until the walls of her pussy constrict, and she sucks in a hefty breath.

Her body stiffens beneath me, and I quicken the pace of my fingers over her clit as I angle my pelvis to get deeper, focusing on long, punishing strokes.

“Ohh!” Kavi’s resolve breaks as her orgasm crescents. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders with enough force to leave marks as she cries out, throwing her head back, “Oh, God, I’m coming! I’m coming . . .”

I’m right there with her, a few pumps of my dick away, as I bury myself to the hilt. Waves of euphoria wash over my senses as I succumb to the sensation building inside me. My eyes squeeze shut and I groan into her ear, my body jerking as I empty myself inside her. I whisper my love and dedication to her—how she’s mine and only mine—while I hug her close.

Her hand climbs to my hair, her fingers tangling, as shudders wrack our bodies—tremors of need finally releasing for the time being, until we’re lost in each other again.

I roll off her, my cock sliding out, before I pull her back to my chest. Moving her hair out of the way, I wrap my arm around her and kiss her neck.

Heaving chests and heavy breaths, we nuzzle in the wake of our second chance.

A new chapter. Our happily-ever-after.

A silence blankets over us as I hold her to me, like she might fly away if I don’t. My eyes roam around the room, taking in the surroundings that had gone unnoticed when we’d first entered. It’s a small apartment–cozy, colorful, and warm–just the sort of place I’d expect her to love, with her precious night lights scattered about.

My attention is drawn to a corner near her window where an unveiled painted canvas catches my eye. I study the painting of a suited man standing at a bar, glass in his hand, surrounded by faceless men engaged in conversation with him. But his piercing blue-gray eyes are trained on someone beyond the frame, someone he can’t tear his gaze from. The border of the canvas is adorned with wildflowers, much like the ones at my ranch, and I realize the scene is from Maddy’s wedding.

Kavi notices my silent fascination, following my gaze. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind, and after that time we spent at Madison’s wedding, I knew I’d never be able to get you out of my heart, either.”

My heart swells and I pull her chin toward me, kissing her with every spoken and unspoken sentiment. Then, for the second time since we met, I ask her the same question. But this time, it’s devoid of the stipulations and timeline.

This time it’s forever.

“Move in with me,” I whisper like it’s a secret meant just for her. “Live with me. I can’t stand being in that house without your socks trailing the way to the laundry room and your night lights lighting up the hallways.” I pause, brushing my lips over the nape of her neck once more and telling her the entire truth. “I can’t stand being anywhere without you.”

She’s quiet for a moment, but I know she’s smiling. I can feel it like the warmth that surrounds me.

“I thought you’d never ask.”