The mask she discarded when we started this scene gleams on the table behind us, forgotten for now.
I groan and hold her hips tighter, knowing it'll bruise and she'll take that out of my hide, and not caring. She's here, and she's smiling and beautiful and mine, and her fingers are wrapped in the collar I wear—her collar.
I come suddenly, swearing as she fucks down and holds herself there while I thrash and thrust into her, riding out my orgasm with that stillness that I've always loved. I reach up and pinch her nipple and tip my head back, and she moans, her body spasming around me as she bites down on the curve of my throat, shuddering through her own orgasm.
"Fuck, Beauty," I gasp when she slides off me, limp and boneless. "Fuck."
My back hurts like hell and I think I'm bleeding from that last bite, and I don't care. I drag her close to me, tuck her into the curve of my side and she makes a noise. "Aftercare!" she almost groans.
I laugh, kiss her forehead, and tighten my grip on her. "Later."
She fights me for about half a second, before she relents and snuggles closer. "You're gonna regret that, when your back hurts like hell in an hour."
Maybe. I'm ok with that, because she's in my arms and I'm not giving her up.
~
There are things that change us, and I've figured out—we never know when they're coming.
When I was a kid, my dad dragged me into a drafty old building and I took a test. It changed everything that came after.
I was given a roommate and I found a family.
She did me a favor and I found the woman I was made for.
I don't know what triggers these big life changes. I used to want to know, used to want to trace it back, find the place where everything diverged.
I don't care anymore.
I don't look for drafty old buildings in the city anymore.
I just watch her.
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Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories.
When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binge watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids.
She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, The Blood Scion Saga, and The University of Branton Series, as well as Before & After and Fatal Beauty. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
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