Chapter 30

"Fuck. You're. Perfect," I growl as I continue to slam into her. She mewls with every relentless drive of my cock, her pulse slowly growing more thready beneath my thumb. Normally, I wouldn't be able to take my eyes from my cock driving into her cunt, but I can't pull my eyes from her tight hold of the sheets. Her grip is so fucking tense it's causing her knuckles to grow more white as she struggles against the urge to fight me for air.

Fuck, she's everything.

Growing more rigid inside of her with every thrust, and knowing I'm done for, I release her throat. Fisting the sheets beside her, my hips spasm against her round ass. My cock twitches, and a breathy groan rattles from my lungs as I fill her with my release, painting her walls with my cum.

Exhausted, I fall against her back. Her skin is flushed, yet cool and covered in sweat, and I can't get enough of how amazing she feels against me. Bracing myself on my forearms, so I don't crush her, I kiss across the salty skin between her shoulders.

"I don't only take care of you," my lips trail up her neck to her ear, "you take care of me, love. More than you'll ever know."

Lifting my hips, I begin to pull my softening cock from her, when she groans, "Stay."

"I'm not going anywhere," I whisper.

"No, stay inside me." Her words are breathy and broken as she pleads with me.

"I'd leave my soul inside you, love."

Holding her hips to keep me buried in her, I roll us both on our sides. She tucks her legs as I bend mine, leaving her spooned tightly against me, my semi-hard cock fully seated inside of her.

My arms wrap securely around her, and I can feel her breaths slowing. As much as I want to talk to her about things, it's late, and I know she's exhausted. And—while the reason for this feeling escapes me—I want to enjoy this moment of the two of us being this connected.

I don't know what it is she's doing to me.

I've never fucked a woman the way we just did. Not once have I ever allowed a woman to use me for their own gratification. I'm the reason they get to come. Or it's the other way round, and I'm taking what I need from them. But I fucking loved the way it felt having her pleasure herself with her fingers and my cock.

And fuck, staring into her eyes.

She truly felt like mine, coming around my cock as I peered into her soul. I feel it even now, with my cock, having grown soft, soaking inside her as she sleeps. Cockwarming when she's awake is controlling, but I don't feel the least bit dominant inside of her right now.

No, this just feels…

Intimate.

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While my cock has fallen from her, Cora is still in my arms when I wake. Her face is on my chest, and her hair is spayed across my arm and the bed behind her.

She looks like a fucking angel when she sleeps.

"Good morning, love." I place a light kiss on her forehead.

Her eyelids flutter as she tilts her head toward me, and my stomach drops when her eyes meet mine. She pushes back from my embrace and mutters, "This was a mistake."

"Cora." I stretch my arm out toward her as she retreats from the bed.

"I shouldn't have let you…" Her words trail off, and I can tell she's thinking about last night. There is no hiding the shame written on her face.

"Shouldn't have what?" I toss the covers back and climb from the bed. In the event she tries to run, I want to be ready to chase her. I try to hold it back, but my words are fueled with a bit of anger, "Let me fuck you? Ride my cock so hard that your cum trickled down my sac?"

"Samuel." Her voice is pained, and she shakes her head while wrapping the sheet around her body.

"Or maybe it was pleading with me to keep my cock inside of you as you fell asleep in my arms? Which was it, love?" Quickly losing control of my emotions, I can feel my face growing red. My breaths are growing deep and heavy, my nostrils expanding with every heated exhale.

"I can't." Her chin trembles as tears well in her eyes, and she turns her back to me.

"Are my horns fucking showing?" I snap at her. "Do you find me so fucking evil that you can't even look at me in the daylight?"

"You have fucking killed women, Samuel." Her voice cracks as she yells, and she spins back to face me. The once-welling tears now stream uncontrollably down her face. Her voice is barely audible when she continues, "You're a murderer."