Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,212
headfirst into the storm.
I couldn’t hold on any longer.
I came.
The skies opened and torrents of rain drowned me as my orgasm crested and exploded. I had no umbrella, no safety net as I was washed away by the brightest, demanding release I’d ever had.
Cas bellowed, his pace turning wild as he gave himself to my rhythmic milking, following me into paradise. His cock spurted with every thrust, his body spasming with every clench.
On and on he fucked me. His thrusts fierce and jerky as his body drained completely.
He made a delicious noise between a satisfied grunt and agonised groan as the last band of his orgasm left him dry.
His hips still pressed in a never-ending rock, but it was blissfully gentle after savage taking.
I shuddered as he ran a gentle hand down my spine, scattering droplets of champagne. My hair was damp, my skin covered in sex—I could barely remember my own name.
But him.
I remembered everything about him. I would remember until the end of time. Stamped on my soul for eternity.
Falling to his side, Cas took me with him. His cock remained deep inside. I knew I should move, the condom needed to be thrown away, and a shower was definitely in order, but I never wanted to wriggle from his embrace.
Words seemed to be an archaic way of communicating while our bodies spoke and soothed.
I sighed deeply, hushed and protected in his arms.
The phone rang, shattering our post-sex glow, reminding us that life was still there and we weren’t untouchable in our perfect dream-world.
Cas groaned, reaching behind him to pick up the receiver by the bed. Somehow, he still managed to keep his cock inside me. “What?”
Silence.
“Okay. I’ll tell her.”
He hung up.
Snuggling into the pillow created by his arm, I murmured, “My key is ready?”
He took a while to answer, his breathing soft and warm on the nape of my neck. “Yes.”
My heart hurt at the desolation in his tone. “Do you want me to go?”
His arms tightened before he forced himself to relax. “Do you want to go?”
I stifled my smile, loving how this big scary man had changed. He’d softened and lost the edge of anger, from either being intimate or still inside me—he throbbed with tenderness rather than aggression.
“No.”
He let out a soft breath. “Good. I don’t want you to go either.” Pulling me tighter against his chest, he murmured, “I know what I said—about not wanting to know you. But, perhaps I don’t have to forget you so soon…this…it’s different.”
“More than just chemistry?”
He sighed. “I don’t know. But I want…”
When he didn’t continue, I murmured, “Want?”
“I want you to stay. Spend the day with me tomorrow. Come and watch me fight.”
My heart leapt. I nodded without thinking. “I’d love to.”
“Good.” Tension ebbed from his muscles and almost as if a switch turned off in his brain, he went instantly to sleep.
My heart glowed while every inch of me burned from sexual use. My lips were sore, my body sticky and sweat-dewed. But I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been happier in six years.
I lay there in his embrace, very aware of his cock growing flaccid inside me.
What had just happened between us?
Did this happen to everyone who met their perfect other? Did you just know? Or was it merely a crazy infatuation between two lonely people who looked for more than what existed?
I didn’t know, but I wanted to find out more than anything.
My heart plummeted.
More than anything?
More than a career I’d fought for? A new life that I needed?
Fear cannonballed through my system.
I looked at the curtains, noticing for the first time a sliver of light as the sun welcomed the dawn.
You’re leaving tomorrow.
Forever.
My heart shrivelled into cinders.
I’d forgotten.
Somehow, this singular man had made me forget. Made me forget my grief, my goals, my dreams—all in one night of passion.
How had I forgotten?
My skin went ice cold.
His power over me was too strong. His allure far too dangerous.
He could ruin my future. Ruin everything I’d run so blindly toward.
I couldn’t stay.
I couldn’t spend the day with him tomorrow.
I had to follow my dreams.
I have to leave Cas Smith behind.
That was the first time fate put him in my path.
But not the last.
Cas was right about one thing—he’d stolen a piece of me that night—a part I would never get back; something that would forever belong to him, binding us forever.