Her fingers dove into my hair, tangling the strands. “Theo…”
Her clay eyes met mine, bright with need.
I reached off the bed, fishing for a condom from the pocket of my discarded jeans. If it was possible, the dark, hungry look in her eyes as I slid it over my cock made me even harder.
Something about fucking Abigail on a mattress I’d ripped open to spill her secrets seemed… inevitable. Our twisted, brutal destiny.
I placed my hands on her soft, honey thighs, notching my thumbs in her hipbones, lifting her up so she could reposition herself on my cock.
“Ready, sweet girl?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, biting that lip so hard I could see the white.
I pushed the hair out of her eyes. “It’s just you and me, Abs. Go slow.” I slid one hand away from her hip, thumbing her clit. “This is my pussy now and I plan on using it whenever the fuck I want. Go too fast and hurt yourself, and I’ll be pretty damn disappointed.”
I released her clit and she fell forward on a breath, catching herself on my abs, fingers splayed. She blinked up at me, swiping her tongue across her bottom lip, then nodded.
I pushed a sweep of hair still veiling her from me back behind her ear. “Good girl.”
Beneath long, feathery lashes her eyes found mine, and she gave me the prettiest, sweetest, close-lipped smile.
Goddamn, that smile.
She wiggled, spreading and taking me in just a little. Her lips parted on a sharp, surprised gasp. At the same time, something too deep to be a groan rumbled out of my chest.
Hot, wet—perfect.
Now this was an image I’d never forget. Abigail Crowne struggling to lower herself on my dick, her pretty pussy spreading to accommodate me. She dug her nails into my flesh as wisps of her silky hair floated across my chest.
The look on her face will forever be etched into my memory, most of all. Lips parted, caught on a breath, eyes locked on mine.
“Breathe,” I soothed, voice rocky.
Abigail took a shaky, musical breath, moving another torturous inch, then froze, eyes growing, nails pricking my lower abs.
“Abigail?” I asked, trying to keep the strain in my voice hidden.
It was fucking cruel torture to stop. I can’t decide if pausing on the image of me being swallowed by her is some kind of heaven or of some kind of hell.
At the same time, I’m worried it’s too much. I’m too big, and it hurts.
“I don’t want to do it wrong,” she blurted. Her eyes popped as if she’d let something slip, and she looked away, blushing hard.
Fuck, Abigail without walls was addicting.
Dangerous.
I laughed. “You can’t do it wrong.” I reached out, threading my palm in her hair, grasping her head, dragging her to me. “You could break my goddamn dick, Abigail. It still wouldn’t be wrong. Not with you.”
I placed a slow, hot kiss on her cheek, until the tension in her shoulders faded, and she melted back into me.
“But…” I said, lips still against her cheek, her jaw. “Maybe don’t aim for that.”
She laughed—that fucking laugh. Abigail laughing? I hadn’t heard that sound in years. When Abigail really and truly laughed, it was spectacular. Not the fake, rehearsed pretty laugh she gave the world. The real one. The one with the little snort. The one that made her cover her mouth in adorable embarrassment.
That more than anything had my heart pounding, my dick throbbing.
“Your pace,” I reminded her, voice a lot rockier than I’d expected.