Epilogue
The night she chose me, consciously or not . . .
M y fingers twitch in anticipation. I know I shouldn’t be here. I know it’s wrong, but that has never stopped me before.
I picked the lock and made my silent approach to find Emily sound asleep. She lies on her back, a hand resting beside her face on the pillow.
Leaning over her, I pull the covers aside to feast my eyes on the image of her in her pajamas. As usual, she’s wearing skimpy shorts, black this time, with a pink camisole that stretches across her breasts, highlighting the weight I ache to cradle in my palm.
Before I even notice the outline of her nipples, blood rushes toward my groin, making my cock throb behind my fly at the sight of her.
My fingers slide underneath the hem of her shirt. Ever so slowly, I raise it higher, inch by maddening inch, until I lay her bare before me.
Fuck me, she’s glorious. I bite my bottom lip, the ache in my thighs growing heavy .
Opening her legs with a light touch, I lower myself in between, my knees wide for balance as my weight settles on the mattress.
Emily doesn’t stir. She’s still completely oblivious to my presence.
The heat of her body reaches out toward me, bringing my lust for her to a boil as my sight drops to the sparse piece of cotton covering her pussy.
I want to touch her so badly. I want to feel her smooth skin beneath my fingertips, the slick glide of her flesh, her tight walls around my knuckles… I’ll force the pleasure from her even if she tries to deny it.
Her nipples harden as though she can sense my stare. The tip of my cock tents my fly, pulsing viciously behind its confines. I’ve never ached for friction like this before. My skin pulls tight across my body. My muscles tremble.
I stifle a growl in the back of my throat. I can’t believe I’m even contemplating this.
My eyes rivet to her face… to her relaxed features. She said she wanted to watch me, but she doesn’t know about my past. She wouldn’t understand why I can’t get myself off. Not even for her. No matter how hard she makes me.
Fuck it! I undo my jeans and shove my hand into my briefs.
A shiver runs up my spine at the first touch, the silken skin shifting eagerly over the rigid length as it throbs against my palm.
My fingers curl on reflex. Fisting my restrained hard-on, I stroke it, lazily but firmly .
Goddamn, this feels good. The wet spot of cotton against my knuckles grows. My eyes fall to her exposed breasts again as I speed up. My palm swipes across my tip, grazing the barbell below, and I squeeze the head.
Heat floods my veins. Ripples shoot down my thighs and up my abs, contracting my muscles. Never has my own touch had this effect on me. I feel myself getting close. I think I might actually finish.
My fist pumps in a faster rhythm, fingers wrapping tighter around my pulsing shaft with the slickening motion from head to root—
“Mason.”
Fuck! My spine arches, and I climax right at the moan of my name from her lips. A hot jet bursts from my tip, soaking my briefs.
My vision snaps to her face, expecting her glare, but she’s still asleep, her eyes closed.
“Yeah, baby?” My voice is hoarse from the force of the orgasm as I release the grip on my cock and bend over her, hands on either side of her head.
Emily’s fingers twist the front of my sweatshirt.
My brow creases. “Do you want this off?”
“Yes, Mason,” she confirms with a soft whimper.
A smirk stretches my lips. I reach behind my head and straighten only long enough to shrug the hoodie off, letting it fall onto the bed beside me.
Em’s hips roll impatiently on top of the mattress. Braced above her, I lick my lips. “Do you want my mouth on you, baby girl? ”
“Yes,” comes another immediate response, her breath juddering.
I sink down her front, my own warm breath feathering across her skin, the tip of my nose hovering. I inhale her scent. I devour her without touch.
When my fingertips curl at the waistband over her shorts, she lifts off the bed to let me slide them down.
I lower myself to her again. Splayed hands at the back of her thighs, spreading her wide, I give her one long, savory lick.
Her body shivers through a moan, and I look up to watch her face.
Pausing my piercing at her clit, I swirl in deliberately slow circles. I’m gentle, mindful with each stroke of the thin line between her sleepy haze and waking fully.
I’m on my knees for her, begging for each precious drop, desperate to draw her into me.
The way she moans my name when she comes undoes me. I want to sketch her like that, the tiny muscles in her face tense from the pleasure, her lips parted in a silent gasp. She’s so fucking beautiful like that.
My cock swells with renewed vigor as I inch back up her body. I kiss the length of her flat belly, the valley between her breasts to the crease of her full mounds, before bringing my mouth down on one.
Positioned right at her entrance, I swirl my tongue around her nipple and prod her with light thrusts.
Emily’s spine bows. She arches into me, eager to feel more, but I grant her only the tip before I retreat .
I release her nipple to watch her face. Her eyes don’t flutter. She’s still asleep.
I sink the head of my cock into her again, repeating the teasing play. Knees raised at my sides, Emily’s hips rock to urge me on. Each time I ease into her, I feel her little muscles contract around me. She’s going to come.
Her body stiffens. Then I feel the jolts. She trembles beneath me.
“Mason.” Her lips part, her moan forming my name again, and fuck me, I want to plunge into her at the hoarse sound of it.
Pulling out, I chuckle. She’s entirely conditioned to me. I claimed her body. It answers to me, whether she’s conscious or not.
I dip my head toward her ear, letting my chest brush her sensitive nipples to rouse her.
Another dark laugh ruptures in my throat when she stirs at last.
“You’re a heavy sleeper, aren’t you, baby girl?” I drawl, my hips still nestled between her thighs without penetrating. I want her awake for this one. I want her to feel my next thrust in the deepest parts of her core.
I slide my cock across her slick pussy in warning. “Such a good girl…” My mouth lowers to hers as I close my eyes and pull my hips back. “You come for me even while you’re asleep… calling out my name.”
And then I push.
I seat the entire length inside her in a single thrust, relishing the feel of her as her heat welcomes me, and in that moment, I know: my scars may never heal completely, but somehow she quiets the self-destructive voices in my head. My soul is tethered to hers.
She’s mine.
Beyond life.
Beyond death.
I’ll never let her go.
She’s my solace… and I’m entirely at her mercy.