Page 118 of Avenging Azalea

Picking up the pace, I hammered into her, lost to the need to come. Fawn is mine. Those three words raced around my brain on an endless loop.

“Ahhh…I’m coming,” Fawn wailed, her body stiffening as her walls clamped around my needy shaft. Once more, I was bathed in her seductive release and filled with a carnal desire that only wanted more and more.

Faster, deeper, harder. I pushed until every breath Fawn took ended in a cry of pleasure. I felt the waves of her orgasm rippling inside of her. Each thrust moved the massive desk slightly across the hardwood floor, and I would cherish every one of the scrapes.

My hand pulled harder on her hair and fingers pressed deeper into her hip. Her soft skin yielded under my strength, but Fawn never flinched in pain and continued to beg for more. She was as addicted to the carnality as I was.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I said.

“Come in me, I want you to come in me,” Fawn yelled as she rode out another release of her own.

As far as I was concerned, there was no going back. There were no barriers between my cock and her perfect pussy, and there would never be any. She’d told me that she was on the pill, but I didn’t care. The only future I saw now was the one where I married Fawn and had as many children as she wanted. Just the thought of her being pregnant was enough to push me over the edge. My balls tightened, and my body jerked as I came.

“Fuck!”

The roar left my lips as Fawn screamed my name, and I came deep inside of her. Each thrust shot another stream until my cock was left twitching with the final drops.

Fawn slumped forward, panting as I released my grip on her hair. I couldn’t bring myself to pull out, so I stood there feeling all the little aftershocks and spasms.

Suddenly, Fawn moaned.

“You feel like you’re ready to go again,” she said, her eyes finding mine.

“I’m always ready to make you scream loud enough that anyone within a mile radius knows you’re mine,” I said, and meant it.

If she wanted me to stay hard the rest of the day, I would find a way to please her.

“Good, because I want that. I’ve waited so long for you,” Fawn said, her cheeks flaming bright red.

My cock kicked inside of her, agreeing with the idea.

“It’s a good thing I cleared my schedule for the rest of the day,” I said, slowly pulling out, only so I could pick her up into my arms and carry her to my couch.

Smiling, Fawn wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I love you,” she mumbled.

“I love you, too, Little Bird. Your radiance doesn’t just warm the darkness in me…you made my caged heart remember it had wings.” I kissed her tenderly and rested my forehead against hers. “I always thought that I needed to push you away to let you soar…but, in reality, I just needed to remember that I could fly, too.”

I kissed away the tear that trickled down her cheek and then made love to her. If I could, I would’ve left the door locked forever.

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

FAWN

We had spent the last five hours having sex or resting between rounds. We’d done very little talking, but Titus had finally opened up about his family. From what he’d told me, I suddenly had a whole new appreciation for why Nathaniel pulled away. Dimitri was worse than I ever could’ve dreamed, and it was clearer by the second that I was way over my head.

I stood at the sink after our shower, staring at my reflection while running the blow dryer over my damp hair. Second shower of the day…at this rate, the water bill was going to stage a revolt.

Turning off the dryer, I brushed my hair out and grabbed my phone from the counter. I wasn’t glued to it the way some people were, but I hadn’t checked it since last night, and that was practically criminal in Steph’s eyes.

If she’d messaged me and I didn’t respond soon, she’d be knocking down the door with a SWAT team, or worse. She’d drag them in behind her, demanding proof of life. The girl was a full-blown drama queen…but I loved her for it.

There was a message from Steph, but that wasn’t what grabbed my attention. A text from an unknown number was waiting. My finger hovered, as I debated wanting to know what came after the word Remember….

I knew who had sent the message. Taking a deep breath, I opened it.

Unknown: Remember what you were told. It would be a shame if all that information found its way onto social media sites.