32. Chapter Thirty-Two Abby

Chapter Thirty-Two: Abby

W e were finally fed, dry…and alone.

And whereas I thought Nathan would be somber and serious, he was making me giggle like I was in fucking high school.

Knuckles had led us to a private room in the warehouse, with at least a modicum of privacy and a bed big enough for the two of us. The rainy afternoon light streamed in through a solitary window as we shut and locked the door behind us.

And then Nathan was beside me, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me into a kiss.

We’d had sex many, many times. Ever since I’d met him, I hadn’t felt like I could keep my hands off him. When we’d planned the prison break, I fully believed that I would be desperate to have him, that it would be heated, serious, intense…but something had changed.

He was soft with me, gentle. It reminded me of how he’d treated me in those moments when he thought he hurt me at his house in South Beach, or after my Serpents initiation. There was care here, love.

Nathan's gaze held mine, and I saw something shift in those dark eyes. The ruthless Fangs Zhou, feared by many, was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was faced with a man whose tenderness seemed as real and raw as the crash of waves against rocks far below us.

"Abby," he said, voice low, "I…"

But words were unnecessary. The way he looked at me spoke volumes, revealing layers of vulnerability that few ever witnessed.

It made me ache for him.

"Show me," I urged, stepping closer, feeling the heat radiate from his body through the thin fabric of my t-shirt. His hands, those same hands that dealt in violence and death, now trembled slightly as they reached for me.

“I love you,” he said. “And I’m going to show you.”

He pinned me against the wall with a kiss that felt like it was trying to erase all the danger and darkness of our worlds. Somehow, in each other's embrace, none of that mattered. We clung to each other as if we could somehow fuse together and become an impenetrable force.

Nathan’s hands moved with purpose, sliding down my sweats with reverence. They fell to the floor with a whisper, leaving me exposed under his intense gaze. His fingers hooked under the hem of my top, lifting it over my head with a care that made my heart swell.

His lips followed the path he undressed, kissing down the hollow of my neck and then lower, over the rise of my breasts. Each touch was a silent promise, every kiss a mark of devotion. Nathan Zhou, the man who could command fear with just a look, now bowed to worship at the altar of my body.

"Abby," he breathed against my skin, tracing the lines of my form with an unexpected delicacy. It was like he was tracing the constellations in the night sky, mapping out a universe where only we existed.

His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he was learning me anew. The man known for his violent reputation handled me with a gentleness that would have seemed impossible to anyone who knew him, it almost felt impossible to me.

Here, in the quiet of an early November rain, Nathan worshipped my body with a devotion that could only spring from genuine love.

He caressed my skin, tracing the curve of my waist and the dip of my hips with hands that had dealt in terror but now spoke only of tenderness. Each brush of his fingertips ignited my senses, sending ripples of heat through my veins. His dark eyes, usually so hard and impenetrable, watched me with a softness that I found almost overwhelming.

"Abby," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "You undo me."

I threaded my fingers in his hair as he looked up into my eyes.

Nathan's hands paused at the elastic edge of my panties, his eyes asking a silent question that set my blood aflame.

"I need to taste you again." His voice was low, a growl laced with desire.

"Yes," I breathed out, my heart thumping in my chest.

With one swift motion, he slid the fabric down my legs. His breath hot on my skin, Nathan traced the inside of my thigh with his nose before his tongue found me. The sensation was electric, grounding, sending shockwaves through my body as he lavished attention where I needed him most.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, soft despite its darkness, anchoring myself to something tangible as waves of pleasure rolled over me.

I gasped as his tongue flickered over my clit, each stroke of his tongue sending jolts of warmth spiraling through me. He hummed in response, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure until I was teetering on the edge of something profound.

"Nathan," I gasped, as his fingers slipped inside me. His skillful touch was exquisite, each movement sending me spiraling further and further into euphoria.

He glanced upwards, his dark eyes meeting mine. A slow smirk spread across his face, and he plunged deeper, my body arcing towards him in response.

All other thoughts were obliterated by the slow rhythm Nathan set with his fingers and tongue. His hands were rough from years of violence, but they were gentle against my skin.

He set an unhurried rhythm— long, languid strokes matched by the firm thrusts of his fingers. Each movement seemed designed to coax maximum pleasure from my body, pushing me steadily higher until I was clinging desperately to him.

"Oh God, Nathan," I managed to choke out between gasps. The heat built up rapidly within me, threatening to overwhelm my senses.

He grinned, his dark eyes gleaming with a primal sort of satisfaction. "That's it, Abby," he encouraged, his voice raw and hoarse. "Let go for me."

And I did. My body convulsed as if a current was running through me, pleasure coursing through every vein, every nerve. My fingers tightened insistently in his hair as cries tore from my throat.

Nathan didn't stop, drawing out the waves of heat that pulsed through me until finally, I sagged against the wall, spent and breathless.

He lifted himself from the floor, capturing my lips in a languid kiss that tasted like me. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me towards the bed with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

His large hands moved soothingly over my back as we caught our breaths.

He kissed me again, and again, again, until I was gasping against his lips.

"Abby," he murmured against me, his voice vibrating on my flesh. "Tell me what you want."

"Please," I gasped, unable to form words beyond the primal need taking hold of my senses.

"Say it," he insisted, his brown eyes dark with longing as he looked up at me.

"Fuck me, Nathan," I managed, the plea falling from my lips like a sacred incantation.

With a growl that rumbled through his chest, Nathan complied. His sweatpants hit the floor with a whisper of fabric, revealing his hard cock.

"Need you inside me," I breathed, urgency lacing my voice.

He aligned himself with me, his hardness pressing against my entrance, and with one smooth motion, he filled me completely. A gasp escaped my lips, not just from the sensation but from the completeness I felt. For a moment, we were still, locked together in an embrace that defied the violence of his world outside these walls.

Then he began to move.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me against the wall.

His movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending shivers down my spine. He watched me intently, drinking in the sight of pleasure etched on my face.

"Nathan," I cried out as he picked up pace. He grunted in response, the sound feral and full of desire. There was a primal need thrumming between us now, a raw energy that charged the air.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. With each thrust, he dove further into me, touching places I had never known existed. His grip on my thighs tightened as he moved, lifting me higher to meet his every stroke.

"Nathan," I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung onto him for dear life. His mouth descended on mine in a searing kiss, swallowing the sounds escaping from my lips.

As our rhythm grew more erratic, I felt that familiar build-up within me once again. "Fuck," I gasped against his lips, "I'm — "

His response was a low growl as he thrust himself deeper into me; my words cut off by the overwhelming surge of pleasure coursing through my body. The world spun as ecstasy crashed over me in waves; Nathan’s name was the only coherent thought left in my mind.

“Are you going to come for me, petal?" he chanted my name like a religion, my name falling from his lips with such reverence that it sounded more like a plea than anything else. His movements grew erratic, the rhythm we'd established earlier abandoned.

“Yes, fuck—”

His thrusts became relentless, driving me to the edge of sanity. His name was a helpless shout on my lips as I clenched around him, my body convulsing as climax ripped through me.

As if reading my mind, Nathan's thumb found my clit, and with just a few firm strokes, he sent me spiralling into oblivion. My body convulsed around him, every nerve ending raw and sensitive as waves of pleasure washed over me.

The world shrank to the point of exquisite sensation, and then exploded in an array of vibrant colors behind my eyelids.

I clung to Nathan, my nails digging into his skin as aftershocks of pleasure tremored through me. He followed soon after, his body stiffening before he buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a guttural growl that echoed around the small room.

He held me there for a few seconds, his breath ragged against my skin, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. And then with a sigh that was bordering on reverence, he gently pulled out and lowered me onto the floor.

“Come on,” he said, his hand grabbing mine. “Let’s go to bed.”