“That’s the last fucking time you let Brantley put something of his on you—including his fucking cock. Do you understand?”
When Nate bears his soul to you, he takes yours as collateral. I nod in agreement, because I know that I’m done with that. I love these guys, more Brantley than any of the others, but Nate is right. I can’t do this either, but he was partly to blame for that, always testing just how far he could handle it like the damn masochist that he is.
He removes his shirt and throws it to the side. I inhale broadly as I take in all of the shredded hard lines of his body, just as they are hit by the moonlight. He dips and presses kisses up my thighs. I lean back, my head rolling with my eyes. His mouth comes to my pussy and I bite down on my lip, not wanting to make a sound. His tongue flicks around my clit and I whimper. Another tear slides down my face. Why am I crying? It feels good. This feels good.
I look down at him between my thighs, his shoulders flexing beneath his tattoos. He looks up at me and I lose it, my orgasm coming together as quickly as possible. He licks his lips, climbing up me while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his zipper.
I lay back down, his eyes staying on mine. They move to my lips and to my eyes again. Like he’s memorizing this moment. He slowly sinks inside of me and my eyes flutter closed.
“Open,” he orders, slowly grinding inside of me before extracting himself.
I obey, opening my eyes to his as my hand goes back behind his neck. My core clenches with my thighs and I grind up to meet him, eager to chase the high.
He lays back down, his mouth coming to mine. He grinds into me slowly. In and out, at a slow pace as his mouth kisses me without breaking. Sweat drips off my flesh, as nothing interrupts the sound of our bodies sliding together and the moonlight shining down on us. My orgasm builds to all new highs and I fist his hair, my kisses getting more desperate and needy. His hips thrust into me hard but remain at the same pace. He grinds into me, only every time he goes in, it’s enough to push me over the edge. I moan softly as my orgasm shreds through my body, setting off explosives through my system like nothing I’ve felt before. He jerks suddenly, groaning into my mouth and biting down on my lip until a sweet metallic tang slips down my throat. We lay for a little bit, waiting for our bodies to calm.
That was the most intense sex I have ever had, but my heart was still broken. When he leans back, his heavy-lidded eyes searching mine, I notice every other emotion that he bared to me has vanished, and I know why.
That was goodbye.
Tillie
After the cemetery drama, Nate was serious when he said that I’m not to wear anything else by any other man, so I wore his suit shirt and he walked back shirtless. We didn’t speak.
He picked up my heels from the ground before we continued around to the front of the house where he grabbed my purse. He led me back downstairs to my room, and when we passed Daemon’s, he stopped outside of it momentarily. Just when I thought he was going to say or do something, he carried on.
He tossed my shoes and bag onto the floor in my room and then left.
Without another word.
He stole the last part that there was of me and now I’m so drained I can’t keep my eyes open.
After the longest shower in history washing away every aspect of the night, I wriggle on some underwear and slip beneath the sheets, willing myself to sleep for weeks.
Thunder crashes above me as I stand in front of Daemon’s grave. Water pelts down over my face, mashing my hair to my skin. “Why am I here!” I scream through the heavy drops of rain and loud crashes of thunder. “What do you want from me!”
Daemon appears on his gravestone, his head hanging between his shoulders while his arm rests delicately on his knee. I watch as the rain soaks through his long hair, pushing it all forward.
“Daemon?” I whisper, stepping forward. “You’re—you’re?”
Slowly, his head comes up to meet me. “Find it, Tillie. Set me free…”
I wake, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My phone is ringing. My phone is ringing? I quickly dive off the bed and onto the floor where Nate left it last night.
“Hello?”
“Tillie?”
I freeze. “Gabriel.”
He sighs. “It’s me. I have something for you that you might want back.”
“Wait,” I whisper, afraid someone can hear me. “Where are you? I thought Nate took you?”
“That’s not a conversation for right now. I need to meet you to give you this book. Can you meet me at a parking lot?” he yaps off, giving me directions.
“Yes,” I murmur. “I’ll be there at one.”
I hang up my phone, massaging my temples.
