Avery #2
Oh. The meaning hits me, and warmth floods my cheeks. He’s that close already. Just from this. Just from me. It takes a moment to process, because I don’t think I’ve ever affected someone this much in my life.
His eyes close, his hands flexing against my skin. He takes one breath, then another, slow and controlled, like he’s willing himself back from a ledge.
After a long moment, his eyes open, finding mine, and he gives me the smallest squeeze. “Okay. I’m ready.”
He says it like I’m the storm and he’s bracing for impact, and I can barely make sense of it, because nobody’s ever braced for me before.
But he is, and I’m not going to waste it.
So, I roll my hips experimentally, the sensation pulling a gasp from both of us. Then his hands are tightening on my waist, and he lifts me slightly and eases me back down, the slow drag of him inside me making my eyes flutter shut.
“There you go,” he says, each word sounding like it’s torn from him. “Just like that.”
His arms wrap around me, and when I roll my hips again, his groan vibrates through both of us.
From there, I let his hands guide me, my forehead resting on his, and slowly, I find a motion that makes heat build low in my stomach.
“Avery,” he breathes, my name sounding like a prayer. “You feel incredible.”
His teeth graze my shoulder, and I gasp, my hips stuttering.
“Don’t stop,” he says, sounding like he’ll die if I do. “Please, don’t stop.”
I don’t.
All thoughts leave my mind as the pressure builds, a slow, rolling wave that starts at the base of my spine and spreads outward. My movements get faster, chasing it, and he matches my rhythm, his hips rising to meet mine.
Then my whole body’s tightening as pleasure crashes through me, my vision going white at the edges, a cry tearing from my throat. I cling to him while he holds me through it, his arms wrapped around me as I collapse against his chest, trying to catch my breath.
As the haze clears, I become aware of his rapid breathing, the tension in his body, and the unmistakable feeling of him still hard inside me as he grips the couch cushion like he’s afraid to move.
When I shift against him again, a pained sound escapes him.
“You don’t have to keep going if it’s too much,” he says, although his hips twitch slightly beneath me, letting me know how much he needs this.
“No. I want to.” I shift against him again, and his breath stutters. “Unless you don’t want me to?”
“You have no idea how much I want you to,” he says, and it’s barely a whisper. “I just don’t know—”
I start to move before he can finish, and his head falls back against the couch, his breathing getting faster and harsher as I find my rhythm again.
He grips my waist, a groan tearing out of him as his hips jerk up to meet mine with a force that knocks the air out of my lungs.
I gasp, my hands flying to his chest to steady myself, but he’s already doing it again, driving up into me so hard my knees lift off the cushion.
Three times. Four. Each one is harder than the last, his breathing turning ragged, his jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck standing out like he’s fighting a war inside his body and losing.
“Avery…” My name sounds like it’s being torn out of him, and he lifts his head to look at me.
His eyes are silver. Pale and burning, with no trace of the soft blue I’ve been staring at all night. And before I can react, his hands clamp down on my hips, the world spins, and my back slams into the cushions.
The air leaves my lungs as the control I had is gone in a single motion.
He’s above me now, pressing me into the couch, his hips snapping forward with a force that steals my breath from my lungs. The angle’s deeper, my body’s tender from before, and each thrust is too intense, bordering on painful.
“Tobias—” I start to say, but his lips crash onto mine, his tongue sweeping my mouth to swallow my words as he keeps slamming into me.
I squirm beneath him, and then his teeth are scraping my throat, and his hands are pinning my wrists above my head, and all that’s left is pain and pressure as he drives himself harder and deeper, his nails digging into my wrists hard enough to draw blood.
I can’t breathe. I can’t move. And the man above me isn’t Tobias anymore. Those eight centuries of memories are taking over—they have to be. I might have only met him two weeks ago, but he’s been in my mind, and this isn’t him. I’m absolutely sure of it.
“Tobias, stop!” The words tear out of me, and his body goes rigid, his breath catching in his throat.
Then, slowly, he lifts his head.
The silver’s receding, blue flooding back in, horror dawning across his face as he gazes down at me.
“Avery.” My name comes out broken when he says it, and he pulls out of me and scrambles off the couch, moving back until he’s pressed against the far wall.
“They’ve never done that before. I felt it happening and couldn’t stop it, but I swear to you, they’ve never taken over like that before.
I don’t…” He brings both hands to his face and slides down the wall so he’s sitting on the floor, his whole body shaking. “I don’t know what happened.”
I sit up slowly. My wrists ache where he pinned them, and there’s blood on my skin there. My hips throb from his grip, and there’s a soreness between my legs that makes me wince.
My hands are shaking. My whole body’s shaking, and I can’t make it stop. So, I pull my knees up and press them against my chest, making myself as small as possible on the couch where a few minutes ago, I was on top of a man I trusted, who’d been inside my mind and accepted who I am.