Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Istare at the wall. I can’t sleep. It’s happening again. The numbness, the thrill of killing. I don’t even know how Connor is able to sleep next to me. The sound of his breathing, his warmth enveloping me, is usually enough to help me wind down. Tonight, it’s not working.
I can’t stop thinking about it. The knife sliding across that guy’s throat. Did he deserve to die? Probably. I mean, he attacked Aisling and he was there to hurt me.
I’ve always said in a prey or be prey world, never let yourself be the prey.
But even coming out unscathed, I’m not okay.
I don’t know if I want to be this person anymore.
The thing is, I don’t know how to be anyone else.
I can fake it. Around other people. Not Connor, though.
He has always been able to see me for who I am.
I asked him to make me feel—and boy, did he. Maybe I should wake him now, use his body to make myself feel good. Wear myself out enough to pass out. I just want to stop seeing it.
“He was right,” I whisper to myself.
“Who was?” Connor asks, the sound of his voice making me jump.
“You’re awake?” I roll over and face him.
“Who was right?” he repeats.
“You.”
“About how fucking perfect you are? Obviously I was right.” His fingers brush the hair from my forehead, tucking the loose strands behind my ear.
“No, about me being crazy. About me enjoying the kill and how I’ll never be normal. You said it. After Kenny, you said that I’m a monster.”
“Aurora, I wasn’t thinking straight after Kenny, and I didn’t mean any of the shit I said to you.”
“You did,” I tell him. “It’s okay. You were right. I am a monster.”
“If you’re a monster, what does that make me?” Connor flips over onto his side to look at me. “I made some guy hang himself the other day because of something he made in a lab. I threatened to have his three daughters strung up next to him if he didn’t.”
My eyes widen. “What did he make?”
“That’s not important. The fact is… you are not a monster. You are my very own princess, my Sleeping Beauty.” Connor’s lips press gently against mine.
“I can’t stop seeing it,” I whisper.
“Let’s experiment.” He smirks.
“How?”
“We’re going to see how many orgasms it takes before you can shut your brain off and pass out.”
I smile. “That sounds like a good experiment.”
Connor slides off the bed and walks into the closet. He comes back with a silk tie.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, tugging the blankets off to expose my naked body. “Roll over. I want you to just feel. Nothing else but feel. Me.”
When I’m lying on my stomach, he places the tie over my head to cover my eyes. I’m about to tell him that I don’t like the dark until his lips land on my shoulder.
“I fucking love your skin. So smooth, soft.”
My body shivers, and the scent of sandalwood surrounds me. The warmth of Connor’s hands on my cold skin sends goose bumps all over. He trails his fingers down the length of my spine. Right along the crack of my ass.
“Fuck, I love your ass,” he groans as his fingertip circles my back hole. “Tell me if it’s too much, Aurora, and I’ll stop.”
I nod my head. I don’t ever plan on telling him to stop. Everything this man does to my body ends in pleasure.
Connor reaches over. I feel the mattress dip and then he’s covering my ears with his noise-canceling headphones. He lifts one up and whispers, “I’m going to deprive you of your senses. I want you to just focus on my touch.”
I nod again, and he places the headphone back over my ear. All I’m left with is Connor’s touch, his smell. I’m not disappointed. I’m not scared or freaked out like I thought I might be. I’m excited. I can feel my wetness coating my upper thighs.
Connor’s hands grab my hips as he drags my body across the bed until my legs hang off the edge. I don’t dare move. Instead, I lie here and wait to see what he’ll do next. His hands land on my thighs and he spreads my legs apart. Usually he’d tell me to open wide but I still can’t hear him.
I don’t expect it, and I jump upwards when his tongue slides through my wet folds. A moan escapes my mouth.
“Oh god! Don’t stop,” I tell him. But then his tongue moves from my clit, up to my opening, before he shifts to my puckered rear hole.
Then his tongue pushes into my ass. His fingers circle my clit, and I’m overcome with pleasure as electricity runs through my body.
Connor’s other arm presses across my lower back, keeping me still. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. “I’m going to…”
And then an orgasm explodes through me, my body seizes up, and I scream out. Connor doesn’t give me any time to recover. His tongue is replaced by his fingers sliding into my ass.
Holy shit. He thrusts in and out a few times and then I feel… something cold, a liquid squirt on me. Whatever it is, Connor rubs it all around my ass, removing his fingers. I sigh against the bed, thinking he’s giving me a breather. But then I feel something else at my ass. Something bigger.
No, he’s not going to, is he?
One side of the headphones is lifted. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he says as he pushes his cock into my rear hole.
I nod and focus on relaxing. I can do this. Connor’s fingers find my clit again. He’s circling the hard bud, and before long, he’s buried inside me.
“Holy shit!” I moan when he slides out and then back in while nerve endings I’ve never felt before light up.
Connor moves his fingers to the opening of my pussy, pushing two inside me. He thrusts in and out, and then starts doing the same with his cock. He’s literally fucking me in both holes. I’ve never felt so much stimulation. Without realizing it, I start grinding against him.
“I need more,” I tell him. I don’t hear if he replies, but he does begin to fuck me faster, harder. And then I’m coming again. All over him. Connor loses control and explodes in my ass. “Oh god,” I moan as his cock thrusts into me two more times before he pulls out.
He removes the headphones and tie, and rolls me over. “That was two.” He smirks at me, his fingers pinch each of my nipples and twist. “We aren’t even close to being finished. You good?”
“Uh-huh, better than good,” I tell him.
“We’re continuing this in the shower.” Connor picks up my limp body and carries me into the bathroom.
“Connor?”
“Yeah, princess?”
“Do you think using sex as an avoidance technique is healthy?” I ask him.
Connor turns on the water and carries me under it with my legs still wrapped around his waist. “I think anything that feels this good can’t be bad.”
“Yeah.” I smile. “It does feel good.”
“It’s not finished yet, princess. It’s not finished until you’re so warn out you can’t keep your eyes open.”
“Isn’t the prince supposed to kiss the princess awake? Not kiss her to sleep?” I laugh, but then I feel Connor’s cock hardening beneath me.
How is he hard again already?
“I’ll kiss you awake in the morning. Right now, all I want you to focus on is the feel of my cock filling up this tight little pussy of mine.”
Connor slides his cock into me. The warm water washes down over us and I close my eyes, focusing on him stretching me out, on how damn good it feels.
My back hits the tiled wall as Connor continues to fuck me hard, fast, raw. Our lips find each other and our tongues duel. My hands tangle through his hair, holding him to me.
“I love you,” I tell him between kisses.
“I love you more,” he says, pushing in and out of me.
I am genuinely curious how many he can give me before he fucks me unconscious. Guess we will find out, because number three is on the horizon. So close I could reach out and touch it.
“I can feel you holding back. Fucking let go and come for me, Aurora,” Connor growls.
And I do. I let go and explode on his cock. My body is completely spent, but Connor doesn’t stop fucking me. He only slows down for a few minutes.
I don’t even know if I can handle any more. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him it’s too much, but then I feel his finger at my ass and he pushes it inside me.
“Oh shit.” My head tilts back against the tiles. “Connor!” I scream as another orgasm rushes through my body. This one is not as intense but still just as good.