Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
Hevan
His touch ripples through me, stoking the flames of a fire only he can ignite.
There’s a sadness in his eyes as they bore into every crevice and cell of my body.
An emptiness I’m unprepared for. A despondent look I wish I could banish, and the thought twists my insides; it’s almost like he’s detaching himself from me, but the way he touches me is with such fervor and tenderness, as if he can’t get enough of me.
He slips his finger into my mouth, and I suck; his pupils dilate, creating a potent blend of lust and admiration. He withdraws his finger from my mouth and replaces it with his tongue. Gently, we tangle together, sweeping into one another’s mouths, like long-lost lovers reemerging.
I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, and he groans against me, pushing his hard cock against my hip.
He pulls back, leaving me breathless. “Tell me I can make love to you.” My heart skips a beat. It’s the first time he’s acknowledged our coming together as making love, and I see it as a tremendous accomplishment, but with it comes a deep longing for what we were going to be.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “Are you still bleeding?” The only small acknowledgment of what’s happened makes me want to push him away.
To scream at him that to me our baby was more than just blood, more than warmth between my legs.
The baby was the warmth in my heart too, and in this cold world I’m shackled to, I need it.
But I don’t want to hurt him. Not when he came to me, to make love of all things.
I shake my head. “No.” It comes out choked.
No, there’s no evidence of the baby existing, I want to say.
He rolls me onto my back, and I let him, then he positions himself between my legs and lifts my thighs around his waist. Heat creeps up my neck at the way his focus devours my pussy, the hunger still there just as before, but different this time.
This time there’s a heavy longing. Something unwritten between us.
Maybe it’s because there’s so much unsaid, so much uncertainty in our future.
Maybe I’m clinging to the hope that his admission of lovemaking is just the beginning.
That’s why I ignore that deep-seated anxiety in the depths of my core screaming at me that there’s more to this; instead, I embrace every touch.
He delivers a long steady stream of spittle; his eyes flit up to mine, demanding I watch as it drips from his mouth onto my bare pussy.
Then he takes his thick cock in his hand and pumps.
My pussy clenches with expectation as he pumps his cock aggressively, causing a stream of glistening pre-cum to leak from the tip.
He guides the thick head of his cock through the spittle, up and down my slick folds, and I moan, arching my back as he circles my clit before dipping lower.
When he hisses through his teeth, he drops onto one arm above my head.
Our eyes remain locked, and he guides his thick cock into my pussy. I moan, and his lips part as he gawps back at me in awe.
When he’s fully seated, we remain still, locked in the moment, soaking in the love flowing between us, now as one.
“I want to be worthy of you, Hevan,” he rasps, causing my heart to constrict.
This beautiful, dark, deadly man is so intent on the world seeing him as such that he doesn’t realize he’s capable of so much more.
I cradle his cheek in my hand. “You can be.”
He closes his eyes briefly, and when he reopens them, they hold a purpose that wasn’t there before. “I hope that’s true,” he whispers, and before I can ask him what he means, he slowly begins to move, taking my breath away.