38. Mary
Chapter 38
Mary
How is the apartment of a man like Connor decorated? A shadowy cavern filled with screens that glow like the eyes of lurking predators? Like a superhero cave?
The door swings open, and my preconceptions shatter against reality. The space is surprisingly warm—the walls a soft gray, the furniture modern but inviting. Bookshelves line one wall, overflowing with books, their spines facing various directions. It’s… beautiful. The walls are adorned with framed prints of old maps and black-and-white photographs. There’s a large couch in the center of the living room, its material worn smooth from use.
“Wow.” I step further inside. “I didn’t expect this.”
Connor trails behind me. “What did you expect?”
“Something more…” I trail off, searching for the right word, “…Batman-esque?”
“Batman-esque?” He lets out a rich, deep laugh.
“Like a bat cave suitable for a stalker.” I turn to face him with a teasing smile. “My stalker. You know?”
“Blue.” He takes my hand, bringing me against the solid wall of his body.
“Connor.”
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He brushes his lips over mine before closing the gap.
His kiss deepens, tongue teasing my mouth open. I surrender to him, nerves melting away. His hand cradles my cheek, thumb brushing lightly across my skin. I’m hyper-aware of every point of connection—the heat of his hand, the firmness of his grasp, the way my pulse quickens beneath his touch.
His voice is a soft undercurrent, barely above the hum of silence that fills his apartment. “Want to see the most important room?”
I tilt my head. “Let me guess. The panic room where you plot your grand schemes?”
“Something like that.” Connor lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I cling to him as he carries me down the hall, kicking open the bedroom door. He deposits me onto the bed, and I bounce slightly, the softness of the mattress cradling my back. Without wasting a moment, he crawls over me, pinning my wrists above my head as he claims my mouth.
And as he kisses me this time, I feel the difference. There are no more walls between us, no more secrets left unsaid. Just two hearts and souls bared open to one another .
I’m breathless by the time he releases my mouth to trail kisses along my jaw and down my neck. Anticipation coils low in my belly, my body awakening under his nerve-racking touch.
This man, this stranger who had watched me from afar for so long, finally opened up to me.
“You’re fucking everything to me, Blue,” he rasps against my skin. “So fucking much. I want to kiss you so hard, to claim you as mine in every way possible. I want to fuck you until you scream my name, until you forget about every other man who’s ever touched you.”
A thrill shoots through me at his possessive words.
I tilt my head to give him better access. “I am yours. I’ll always be yours.”
Connor groans, the sound vibrating through me. His hands skim down my sides, finding the hem of my sweater. In one smooth move, he sweeps it over my head, tossing it aside.
“Mine to touch, mine to taste, mine to claim as I please.” He shifts to kneel between my thighs, gazing down at me with hungry eyes.
“Always,” I say.
He captures my mouth again as his hands slide under my back, unhooking my bra and tossing to my sweater on the ground. His thumbs brush over my stiffened peaks, and a jolt of pleasure shoots down my spine. I arch into him, craving more of his electrifying touch.
“Connor.” I guide his mouth back to mine and kiss him hungrily, nibbling his lower lip .
He growls, hands gripping my hips tightly and his hardness pressing into my thigh. I rub myself against it, making us both groan from the friction.
He flips me onto my stomach, and I glance back as he unzips my skirt and drags it down my legs along with my panties.
Slowly, he runs his hands from my ankles up to my ass, squeezing. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I moan as he massages my ass cheeks, thumbs just barely dipping between them as arousal already coats my inner thighs.
I clench involuntarily as he parts my folds and licks me slowly, teasing, tasting, and devouring me. His fingers find their way inside me, filling me up, stretching me just right.
“Please, Connor.” I need more. Just more of him, all of him.
He leans over me, breath hot in my ear. “Tell me what you want, Blue.”
My mind goes blank at the question. I want everything all at once.
“You.” I gasp. “I want—need you.”
A low, satisfied noise rumbles in his chest. He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Good girl. You’ll have me, every fucking inch of me.” He takes off his shirt, exposing his toned chest. His muscles ripple underneath, tattoos dancing on his arms. At last, he takes off his jeans and boxers, and his cock springs free, thick, hard, and ready for me.
Connor crawls back up to me, pulling my hips up to position himself at my entrance. God, he’s looking at me like he’s going to consume me whole. My insides clench with a mixture of nerves and pure, liquid want.
The thick head of his cock teases my slick folds. A whimper escapes my lips as I rock back, desperate for that delicious friction. Never would I have imagined to be so needy.
“Easy, Blue.” His fingers dig into my hips to still me. “We have all night for me to make you scream.”
The heat of his body presses against my back, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. I shudder at the sensation, every nerve ending in my body alight and yearning for his touch.
“Please.” The ache between my legs grows unbearable, a molten coil of need winding tighter with each passing second. “I need you inside me.”
One of his hands leaves my hip, trailing down to my swollen core, and I cry out at the contact, bucking into his touch involuntarily.
“Fuck,” he rasps against the back of my neck. “Tell me how much you want it, Blue. Tell me how much you need my cock buried in that pretty little pussy of yours.”
I whine at his filthy words, my walls fluttering around nothing at the thought. “God, I need it so bad,” I say. “Please, Connor, please. I want to feel you for days.”
With a feral growl, he slams into me, and I scream out at the exquisite fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him.
“That’s it, take it all.” He bottoms out with a roll of his hips. “Such a good girl for me, taking my cock so fucking perfectly. ”
My mind goes blank from the intoxicating pleasure-pain of being so thoroughly filled. He doesn’t give me a chance to adjust before he’s moving, pounding into me with rough, claiming strokes.
“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” His thrusts grow faster and deeper, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “And I was your first, and I’m going to be your last.”
I can only whimper in response, my vocabulary reduced to incoherent pleas and broken cries of his name. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I need more, crave more of this blissful oblivion only he can give me.
“Say it, Blue.”
“I’m yours.” My nails claw at the sheets, desperate for something to anchor me as he drives into me relentlessly.
Each deep stroke hits that secret spot inside me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through my body.
“Touch yourself,” he commands roughly. “I want to feel you come undone on my cock.”
I obey without hesitation, my fingers finding my aching clit. The added stimulation rips a scream from my throat. I’m so close, teetering on the knife’s edge of release.
Connor leans over me, his chest pressed to my back. “That’s it. Let go for me. Come on my cock like my good girl.”
His words are my undoing. I shatter with a silent scream, my walls clamping down on him like a vice as I shake and tremble through the most intense orgasm of my life, drowning out everything but the feel of him still pounding into my fluttering heat, prolonging my high.
“Fucking hell.” His rhythm falters as he chases his own release.
“Fill me up, make me yours,” I whine.
With a feral roar, he slams into me one last time and empties himself inside me. The sensation of his hot seed coating my walls triggers another mini orgasm, and I mewl from the overstimulation.
Connor collapses on top of me, both of us panting harshly as he presses open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder blades, murmuring praise into my sweat-slicked skin.
“Mine.” He growls possessively. “All fucking mine.”
In this moment, lost in the haze of post-sex bliss, I can only hum in agreement. I am his, completely and utterly.
Our ragged breaths slow, and he collapses beside me, gathering me into his arms.
“That was different.” My voice sounds hoarse, almost unrecognizable.
“In a good way?”
“The best.”
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I feel at peace. Safe and cherished in a way I never thought I’d know.
He holds me tighter, his hands running through my hair, comforting me. “You okay?”
“Mmm.” I press a kiss to his chest. “More than okay.”
“Good. ”
Pushing myself up from the cocoon of Connor’s embrace, I blink away the remnants of satiated bliss. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Right through there.” Connor points to the door opposite of the bed. “I’ll make us some food.”
I pad across the plush carpet to the bathroom. Inside. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror—hair mussed, skin flushed, lips swollen from Connor’s kisses. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I look thoroughly ravished, and I fucking love it.
After a quick rinse, I wrap myself in one of Connor’s obscenely fluffy towels and head back into the bedroom. The bed tempts me, rumpled sheets beckoning… Food first, then round two. Or three. We’ve got all the time in the world.
I rummage through Connor’s dresser drawers, searching for something to throw on. Socks, boxer briefs, ah—there we go. I snag a soft gray T-shirt and pull it over my head. It skims my thighs, the hem just barely grazing the tops of my legs. Perfect.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply, Connor’s scent enveloping me like a warm embrace. Wearing his clothes, surrounded by his smell… I could get used to this.
As I open my eyes, ready to find Connor, something catches my eye. There, at the back of the drawer, peeking out from beneath a pile of clothes, is a masquerade mask.