39. CHAPTER 39 #5
One hand on the sofa for support, his other reaches around to grab my dick. Not to stroke, just to hold it. It's all that's needed. And with his cock grinding against my insides just right, I'm coming within seconds. Long and hard and earth shattering.
I'm mush; totally destroyed, like I always am.
Eden gives me a few moments to recover, his thrusts slow and languid, like they're lulling me into a false sense of peace. But I'm no fool. I know what's coming.
Still inside me, Eden kneels back up. He grabs my left thigh and brings it up to his chest—turning me on my side and opening me up.
I grip onto the back of the sofa for support as he tugs against my leg for leverage.
He reaches for my jaw, and with it in his clutches, he jerks my head towards him. "Keep your eyes on me, Little One. I wanna see the face of the only man I'll ever fuck… Of the man I love more than anything."
Eden seizes the base of his dick, pulling out of me completely.
Holding me still, I feel the heat of his cock against my hole right before he fucks back into me. He lets go of his shaft to bury his thick cock to the hilt, then withdraws it again in quick succession.
I could get drunk on this; the feeling of my rim stretching open for him again and again. Being forced to feel every single inch of him, each time he sinks back inside me. And the sound of his possessive groans every time he fills me to the brim.
I fucking love it when his lust gets greedy, but this time it's furious, too.
All of the anger and frustration he's feeling towards my brother is being focused into his thrusts. And they're brutal.
After pounding into me one last time from tip to base, he snatches up my arm. Now with one hand gripping my left thigh and the other clinging to my outstretched right arm, he picks up speed and ruthlessly fucks into me, over, and over, and over.
My hip joints and muscles are being stretched to their absolute limit as I'm splayed open. Yet his passion is endearing, and the hunger for me that he has written all over his face makes it worthwhile.
All of it's been worthwhile.
The anxiety, the fear, the guilt, the hatred and self loathing I felt that morning I caught Eden jerking off—every damn thing I've felt since dropping out has been worth it to get here.
I'm glad I was a virgin.
I'm glad I didn't force myself to do something I knew was never right, because Eden van der Hart is my soulmate.
My person.
My one and only.
I know nothing could ever be better than this.
What we have; the push and pull, the fight and submission, it's everything.
It's what I need.
I'd be too bored otherwise.
Tears well along my bottom lashes.
My free hand clings tightly to the back of the sofa.
Eden slams into me.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
"Is it too much?'
"No… feels… so, so good," I pant out, my glassy eyes riveted to his. "Your dick… is so good."
"You look so beautiful." His words are a stranger to the violence of his thrusts. "So small, so… perfect… I'll never let them take you away. You're mine. Forever. You're— fuck! "
With the little strength and sanity I have left, I clench as tight as I can.
"Your body was made for me."
I release, and two seconds later, clench again.
"God-fucking-damn… So fucking perfect."
He's struggling to keep his eyes on me.
I can feel him falter.
"Mark me with it, Hyung."
His jaw clenches and his brows knit tightly together.
In one swift motion he pulls out and throws my leg so I'm facing him again; pinned between his giant body and the back of the sofa.
He tears off the condom then smacks his hand on the window behind me.
Droplets of precum hit my face from how frantically he's jerking off.
I lick my lips, and he growls, "You do it."
With no hesitation I grab his cock and start pumping.
Eden fingers grip my cheeks, forcing me to look up at him.
His eyes are just as glassy as mine are.
"I love you," I whisper, and the second I do, his eyes flutter shut. A tear drops from each; one landing on my chest and the other on my hand.
He bares his teeth.
His shoulders hunch.
His body shakes.
His cum splatters across my chin and chest.
His knees buckle and he collapses down onto the sofa cushion; the hand that had been on the window moving to brace himself on the sill so he doesn't squash me.
"I think they're gone," I say with a smirk, and I feel his whole body shiver.
"Naughty."
"You love it."
"I do." He agrees through deep, panting breaths. "You're too dangerous. You'll get me arrested. I can feel it already."
"Don't you dare start blaming me again for your impulse control problems."
Eden shakes his head and falls sideways on the sofa, pulling me down so I land on top of him. "You are my impulse control problem."
"And aren't I just the cutest little problem in the world?" I ask in a sickly sweet tone as I squirm my body on his, smearing his cum between us.
"You're cute, but you're also the Devil."
With my hands on his pecs I push myself up. "There is no way I'm the Devil in this story."
"You totally are. You showed up out of nowhere and forced me to make a deal with you."
"I… You…" I stutter because the irony is out of control. "You're delusional."
"Maybe I am," Eden laughs, and pulls me back down so I'm snuggled against him. "But you're the best. And the worst. And the only one I need."