Chapter 31
Koby
It took hours before everyone in Dante’s office was content with the general idea for the provocation. We’re yet to dissect every angle and every possible fallout, but the skeleton has been built.
And because the plan isn’t finalized, because there are so many unknowns, I can’t fucking sleep, uneasy about Leilani being dangled like a worm on a hook.
I’d love to lock her up until the Grey brothers are dead, but... there’s always a fucking but.
Don’t you fucking dare manipulate me like he did!
That one sentence feels like thousands of bullets striking my heart. I can still hear her voice breaking. I can still feel her fists pounding into me as if fighting her way out. I’d rather cut my own heart out than make her feel caged.
It was never my intention but the growing protectiveness, the bone-deep need to keep her safe, got the better of me. I couldn’t fathom allowing her in the same room as Anton.
I still can’t.
I drag my hand down my face, flipping onto my side for the nth time. It was well past midnight by the time Leilani and I settled into one of Dante’s many guest bedrooms. The emotional cocktail inside me couldn’t be bottled, so I shoved her into the mattress and fucked the fight out of us.
I thought the mental and physical drain would let me sleep, but I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling while Leilani lies comatose beside me after three screaming orgasms.
The best I get is drifting off for a few minutes, then jolting awake, cold hands cinching my throat thanks to my newest recurring nightmare: Leilani looking at me with cold, empty eyes.
It’s four in the morning, the house dead silent.
I doubt I’ll get any sleep. I should head downstairs for a cup of coffee, but the steady rise and fall of her chest keeps me under the covers.
It’s calming, grounding. I’ve never been addicted to anything in my life, but I swear I could watch her breathing forever.
We didn’t bother dressing after sex, and now the curve of her bare ass nestles against my cock.
My palm spreads across her stomach, feeling the warmth of her skin, the steady thrum of her heartbeat under my fingertips.
I’m suddenly very fucking aware that I’m spooning her naked body. She’s soft everywhere I touch, fragile in a way that makes my chest ache. She has no idea how fucking honored I feel whenever she lets me hold her close.
My cock swells, heavy between us, throbbing against her like it’s got a mind of its own. My blood heats, desire spreading fast. I’ve always liked sex, but never needed it this much.
Since Leilani basically bullied me into fucking her, I’ve barely lasted a day before tearing her clothes off, spreading her legs, and pushing inside her like I’ll die if I don’t.
Her hair falls across her shoulder. I move it just to see more skin, and press my lips into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. My cock jerks again, primal need pooling low in my stomach. It grows beyond controllable when her words echo inside my skull.
I’ve given up hope you’ll make good on your words.
There’s something criminally erotic in knowing she wants to wake up with me already inside her. That she craves being used, claimed, filled before she even opens her eyes.
I roll my hips just a bit, my breath stuttering at the feel of my cock sinking between her ass cheeks.
Fuck.
I grit my teeth, trapping a groan deep inside. I want her dreams turning filthy because of the reality outside.
“You wanted me to make good on my words,” I whisper in her hair, my hand ghosting down her stomach until it slides between her thighs. “You’re so warm, hellcat.”
I shift back enough to hook her leg over mine, opening her up. I brush my lips against her shoulder, trailing slow kisses along her warm skin while I swipe the tip of my finger between her folds, cursing under my breath. Her body gives into me so easily... she’s wet before I’ve even earned it.
With my free hand, I cup her breast, full and heavy, and knead, rolling the hard peak of her nipple between two fingers, with barely any pressure.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe, rolling my hips into her, every move careful. “You feel like a dream.”
I don’t want her to wake. Not yet, not until she’s on the brink of an orgasm.
I touch one finger to her clit, rubbing small circles, no more than a whisper of pressure.
My other hand still toys with her breasts, and my cock slides against her ass, throbbing harder with each pass, leaking at the tip.
My breath quickens. The buildup, the fact she’s asleep but growing more aroused, the filthiness of the moment... it all drives me insane. I take my time, circling her clit and grinding into her, my cock pulsing as I rock her softly.
“It hasn’t been long...” I whisper, keeping the volume as low as possible. “But I can’t help it, and—” I pause, swallowing a grunt when more precum smears against her ass.
“I love you, baby. So fucking much it scares me sometimes. You’re all I think about.
You’re in my head, in my heart, in my fucking blood.
” I kiss her shoulder, mouth lingering there while my finger eases inside her, curling deep.
“One day, I’ll tell you while you’re awake.
” I grind into her again. “First I need to know you’ll stay with me when it’s all over. ”
She stirs faintly, not waking, just responding to my touch, her breath still even, calm and shallow.
“Shh. You’re okay, hellcat. Sleep. Keep dreaming.”
I fuck her with one finger until my cock’s damn near ready to burst. Shifting her again, I guide myself into her entrance, and hold my breath, pushing the swollen head inside my girl.
As soon as it’s in, I stop. One hand grips her hip, the other teases between her legs, fingertips gliding lazy circles over her clit.
“Feel that?” I kiss her neck, sinking another inch.
Every muscle in my body coils with restraint as I press deeper, inch by inch, letting her pussy stretch around me before I give her more. But then she shifts a little, and I lose it, sinking the last three inches at once.
A hiss falls from my lips at her heat clamping down, and I freeze, buried to the hilt, fighting every instinct that begs me to flip her face-down and fuck her raw until she breaks apart.
We’ve done it a hundred times by now, but this... this is a first. I want more. I want it to last. I want to see how long I can keep her asleep while I’m inside her.
“That’s it, keep dreaming,” I whisper, pulling my hips back. “Nice and slow.” I rock into her carefully. “I’ll get you off like this. I want you to wake up as you come on my cock.”
I play her clit in the same lazy rhythm I thrust into her, savoring the way her pussy clenches around me, the way her breath hitches the faintest bit when I hit deeper.
She’s still asleep, but her body’s waking, starting to respond, and I know it won’t be long before her mind catches on.
Releasing her hip, I slide my hand up to her breast, massaging the weight of it. My hips keep that slow, steady motion, rocking back and forth, keeping her trapped in dreamland.
“You’re beautiful.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the edge of her jaw. “Mine to touch, fuck, and love.”
My orgasm starts building alongside hers. The way she pulses along my shaft feels way too good, too fucking perfect. Her breathing pattern changes, hitching faster and leaving me just a few precious seconds of her dream.
I groan, dragging my cock almost all the way out, just the head left inside her, then bottom out, pushing against the sweet spot that makes the first sound slip past her lips.
“That’s it, hellcat, you’re close, aren’t you?”
I work her clit faster, each circle sharper, my thrusts picking up pace in perfect rhythm. Her legs twitch, hips shift into mine, and the pulse of her pussy tells me she’s teetering on the edge.
I want her orgasm before her mind catches on. Before she wakes and reality creeps in. I want her to know she’s mine. That I’ll love her, fuck her, and keep her safe as long as she allows.
“Shh, not yet, not yet, baby.” I grit out in her hair, pressing down on her clit with more intent. “That’s it.”
Her fingers twitch on the sheets. Her hips push back and a sleepy moan fills the room. She’s almost there, both awake and coming, burning in my arms, chasing something her mind can’t fully comprehend yet.
I fuck her harder, faster, groaning in her ear at how fucking good she feels. And she gasps, moans, arches into me, her thighs shaking when her orgasm crests. Her pussy milks my cock as I drive in and out, prolonging the high coursing through her veins.
“Koby...” she breathes, her legs parting wider.
“You’re perfect, hellcat,” I whisper, kissing the sweat-damp skin of her neck. “Stay soft for me. Don’t move.”
She melts in my arms again, and I fuck her through the aftershocks and straight into another orgasm.
She moans louder. I catch her jaw, turning her head so I can swallow the sounds. Heat burns behind my ribs as I bottom out and hold there, spilling inside her with a guttural grunt.
“Jesus, baby...” I breathe, forehead pressed to hers, fingers splayed across her stomach to keep her ass flush with me.
“Morning,” she whispers, dragging her nails down my arm.
I chuckle, my cock throbbing inside her. “I guess it is. A very early morning.”
She stretches, making a cute, sleepy little noise before tucking her face back into the pillow. “You kept your promise.”
“You hurt my ego when you gave up hope I’d do it... and I couldn’t sleep.”
Her hand slips over mine, unclasping my grip from her breast to lace our fingers together. “You saw me with Anton whenever you closed your eyes, didn’t you?”
I don’t answer, and I guess my silence is confirmation enough because she squeezes my hand twice.
“I’m here, Koby. It’ll be okay, I promise. He won’t take me back. Not alive, anyway.”
“Fuck. Don’t say shit like that.” I push up on one elbow. “I’ll be watching you the whole time. I won’t let him take you. I promise.”
She smiles, the soft curve of her mouth calming me faster than Xanax.
“Good. Now get back to sleep.” She lets out a theatrical sigh. “Wake me up with another orgasm if you must.”