“Whatever you need, El.” Her voice switched to a soothing murmur, “But afterward, you’re resting. We shouldn’t have done this, and you’re not touching me again until you’re able to walk out of here.”
Conversation was a waste of time.
Nothing else was as important as a perfect trio of orgasms.
I nodded sharply. “Deal.” Anything to get her to obey so I could come one last time. Shit, I’d make a deal with anyone about anything if it promised a third release. If it meant perfect symmetry.
“Show me how you want me.” Raising her leg, she waited for me to adjust her on my lap, spinning her while staying on my cock. I helped, keeping my touch as gentle as I could when really, I wanted to rush her into the right position as fast as possible.
We never disengaged; I shuddered against the delicious sensation of her body corkscrewing around mine.
I hardened even more, throbbing with unbearable need.
I’d lost touch with who I was and everything that mattered.
I was nothing more than a victim to exhaustion, loopy with pain and woozy with fever.
My temper frayed. My patience buried beneath selfishness.
I didn’t even have enough kindness to thank her as she settled back onto my cock with her back arched and shoulder blades stark like wings.
Reaching forward, I stopped being human and gave myself over to the addictive creature inside. My fingers turned to claws as I dragged them down her back to the swell of her ass. The spear of my cock vanished into her body, glistening from angry desire.
I was angry.
Fucking furious.
Livid at myself for what I was.
I thrust, driving her forward. She moaned, her head lolling, hair falling over her shoulder, giving me a perfect view of the beads of her spine and scars that would forever remind me of where she’d come from.
I was no better than him.
I thrust.
No better than an animal.
I thrust.
She would hate me.
I thrust.
She would curse me.
I thrust.
She would pity me for being this screwed up.
I thrust and thrust and thrust.
As Pim bounced on my cock, the pain in my ankle marched to a war beat, the pounding in my shoulder intensified, and my elbow, ribs, bones, and finger all added a chorus to the worst song I’d ever heard.
Pain.
Just crippling, horrible pain.
My body’s last attempt to prevent me from draining myself past survivable.
But I couldn’t stop.
I could only gasp for air and throw myself into the agony because pleasure lurked there, too. Pleasure wrapped around the perfect beauty of three.
And something happened.
A buzzing.
A purring.
First in my head, then in my ears, my fingers, my toes, my legs, my torso.
Everywhere.
A thick vibration distorting my pain to new wavelengths. My adrenaline switched to endorphins, my anger evolved to relief.
The humming grew louder, living behind my eyes, dancing in my veins, taking every chemical in my bloodstream and turning it into a toxic cocktail I couldn’t avoid drinking.
My eyes lost their ability to focus.
My mind lost its ability to think.
I became lost to nothing.
Nothing but Pim and what she was doing to me.
My head fell back against the headboard as I floated—up, up away, away, leaving pain behind until only one thing remained.
Pim and how incredible she made me feel.
I was serene.
I was happy.
I no longer had to fight…anything.
And on the heels of such potent serenity came thick, thick need. Lust amplified as pain de-magnified. My gunshot shoulder and distended elbow no longer had government as I wrapped my arms around Pim and tugged her back to lie against my chest.
She moaned as I bit her neck, her head thrown back, her hair sticking to my bandages, her skull pressing against my stitches.
Yet I felt none of it.
My eyes were utterly useless now—just blackness and buzzing. I closed them as syrup filled my head with yet more dopamine and chemicals.
I’d never endured anything like this. Never swam in arousal so inviting, so intoxicating.
I had no power whatsoever.
I forgot who I was.
I forgot sentences and speech.
I forgot where we were and why any of that shit mattered.
I became one purpose.
One nucleus.
Come.
The moment I thought it, I was done for.
Come.
I sparked and fizzed like a live wire. Thick, thick heat. Delicious, delicious wetness.
The electricity increased until it spat and crackled, dangerous and demonic in my veins. I shivered and gasped as the pain I’d escaped from shot into all areas and became one blazing phenomenon.
Red.
Hot.
Blistering.
Too much.
Too intense.
Too perfect.
It was addicting.
Better than any joint.
Deeper than any drug.
I was mad with it.
Obsessed with it.
And fuck, I’m coming.
And unlike all the times before, I smelled colours, I felt sight, I heard sensation.
I was in a wormhole of space where stars and asteroids pummelled me to pieces.
I spun and swam and shouted in the vast void of nothing.
And then, it was over.
Murmurs and words drifted over me like droplets, sending my mind reeling with pictures of oceans and wetness. I wanted to swim. I wanted to cool down. I wanted to stretch and give in to the calm serenity.