Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,108
we’re doing this.
“Slow down,” I whisper to him, pulling my head back to look him in the eyes. “Dex. Slow down.”
He shakes his head, sweat beading on his brow, his lips red with blood, his dark eyes flashing. “I can’t.”
“You have to,” I tell him, moving back a couple of inches on the counter until he almost slips out.
He’s breathing hard, so gone to desire and this raw, primal passion that I don’t even think he hears me. I press my hands on his face, steadying him.
“Slow down,” I say again. “Please.”
I am begging him with my eyes.
He listens, though I know it physically hurts him to stop from coming.
He leans in.
His wet mouth covering mine.
Tongue snaking against my tongue, stoking the fire, filling my veins with beautiful smoke. We are more joined than we’ve ever been before.
I keep the intentions going in my head.
I want you to possess me.
I want you to keep me safe.
I want you to keep my soul as yours.
I say it over and over again in my head, feeling it, visualizing it, manifesting it.
I want you to save me.
I want you to always love me.
I want you to be mine forever.
I keep saying them, intentions turning into vows, and without realizing what I’m doing, I’m reaching down the muscles of his back, and my legs are tightening around him, pulling him back inside me. Deeper and deeper and deeper.
“Perry,” he says through a choked cry, his movements growing quicker. “Baby, I need to come.”
“Wait,” I whisper. “Wait until I invite you.”
He growls in frustration, biting my neck on the other side, the pain mixing with pleasure.
I repeat my intentions, focusing with my heart and soul and I feel it. I feel the energy rising up between us, I see the apartment shift and blend into something purple and then grey, like we’re in the Veil, and then back to purple again.
Something is happening.
This is it.
I pull my head back, grabbing his face, as he continues to slam his hips against mine, his jaw tight with so much restraint.
“Dex,” I say to him, breathing hard. “Come inside. Be inside me. Possess me.”
His eyes meet mine and I feel the connection snap into place, a cord of electricity that can’t be broken.
Then his mouth opens and a loud moan escapes from his lips, his eyes pinching shut, face contorting with pleasure as he’s overtaken.
I come at the same time, finally letting go, gripping him as we ride this out together, doing my best to keep my thoughts focused on letting him in, letting take over, inviting him inside of my soul.
And then I feel it.
Feel him.
He’s shouting my name, voice loud and hoarse as he’s coming inside me, as I’m exploding around him, and then…
Then he’s shouting from inside me.
Then he’s inside me.
Not just physically.
But spiritually, soulfully, in every way.
I feel like he’s sifted into the essence of my being, slid underneath my layers, into the very heart of who I am and where I began and he’s just…
There.
Here.
Dex, I say inside my head.
I hear his breath as if he breathes from my lungs.
It’s so fucking weird, but at the same time, not scary at all.
His body is still moving, still thrusting slowly up into me, the orgasm starting to fade away.
I’m here, he says.
I manage to pull back a few inches and grab his face, making him look at me.
His eyes are dull, clouded over, and for a moment I’m horrified that I’ve killed him. Then they blink and as they do so, go back to dark mahogany brown, and I feel that essence of him inside me slide to the background of my brain.
His eyes widen and he’s back in his body again.
His mouth opens, closes, he takes a deep breath into his lungs, shaking.
“Oh my fucking god,” he says. “I was just inside you. I mean I was…”
“I know,” I tell him, pressing my fingers into his temples. “I felt you.”
“Was that it? Can I do that again?”
I nod. I close my eyes, concentrating on letting him in, pushing back those black doors inside my mind, then opening the windows behind them, letting in purple sky.
And there he is. Inside me, not just as his half-hard cock still is, but like he’s living in my veins, occupying my cells, sharing a soul and a brain with me.