I slowly wrap my fingers around his shaft, pumping him in slow, measured strokes.
“Baby…” My nickname is a plea on his lips. A prayer. And he stares at me as if no one else exists and no one else will ever exist. I drown in the heady sensations he evokes within me.
As I continue to stroke his monster cock, he pushes two fingers inside of my slick channel, stroking my inner walls. I thrust my hips into his fingers as he does the same to mine. Our combined groans are heard even over the pounding of water against the ceramic tiles of the shower.
He pinches my clit, and I swear fireworks explode behind my retinas.
“Baby…”
“Helio,” I beg, releasing his cock and gripping his muscular ass. “I need you.”
The look in his eyes isn’t just want; it’s need, pure and simple. He needs this just as much as I do. The connection between two people, our souls merging after years apart. We need to know that we’re together and alive, that no one can keep us apart ever again.
His hands rove up my body to cup my heavy breasts. He rolls my nipples between his fingers as he lowers his lips to my neck, kissing and suckling. His beard grazes my skin, ratcheting my desire to new heights.
“Please,” I beg as he continues to knead my tits between his strong, sure hands.
With a grunt, he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance, sliding it back and forth so it’s coated in my juices. Knowing he’s not one to tease me, I wait until he slides himself inch by inch into my tight pussy until he’s fully inside of me. Fuck, he’s big. So fucking big.
He allows me to adjust to his size before he begins to move. His cock slowly and languidly thrusts in and out of me. The tattoos on his upper chest ripple, and I can’t stop myself from lowering my lips and tracing the design with my tongue.
He moves in and out of me, his dark eyes glazed with pleasure and love, while his lips explore my face and his hands pluck at my nipples.
When it becomes too much for both of us, he grabs my ass and lifts me into the air. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist as he picks up his pace, grunting erratically. His balls slap against my ass, the only other sound besides our heavy breathing. This new angle allows his cock to press against my bundle of nerves, and I throw my head back, screaming praises into the universe.
“Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!”
His fingers find my clit, plucking as skillfully as a trained guitarist, as I tumble apart in his arms. We both ascend into heaven at the same time, his roar shaking the very foundations of the apartment. My own cry fills the air as I succumb to pleasure, tumbling down a very steep cliffside.
He remains inside of me for a long, tender moment after we come down from our collective high, using one hand to keep me up while the other brushes at my wet hair.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he whispers.
“Never,” I agree immediately, rocking my hips.
And then we start again.
CHAPTER 25
When I wake up the next morning, my body deliciously sore and my limbs liquid, I know something’s wrong. It’s that innate feeling you get when you feel someone’s eyes on you in a crowd. A stain on your skin that you can’t scrub away, no matter how hard you try.
I bolt upright in bed, heart pounding a wild rhythm, and turn towards where Helio slept the night before. Panic bombards me when I see his section of the bed empty, the blankets cold.
“Helio? Sin?” I twist, turning in the direction where my other lover climbed in earlier, when Helio and I had been in an intense love-making session. He hadn’t joined in; instead, my crazy lover merely propped his head up on his hand as he watched us, stroking his cock in slow, sure strokes.
My panic amplifies with the realization that he, too, is gone.
The air mattresses that surround my bed—none of the guys wanted to be far away from me after the shitstorm of last night—are bereft as well, and a pain percolates in my stomach, churning like molten lava.
Throwing the covers off, I slide my silk robe on and patter on silent feet into the hall.
Every light is on, and I can’t stop the full-body shivers that rake across my body. Goosebumps skitter down my arms as I wrap them around my midsection, attempting to hold myself together.
Did Rebecca do something when I was asleep?
“Dessy? Avery? Tate?” Each step forward feels as if I’m walking to the execution block. In the distance, I can see the glinting blade of the guillotine just waiting to drop. Fear creeps into my veins at the thought that something has happened to my men. Something horrible. Why else would they not respond?
Trepidation prickles the back of my neck as I continue walking agonizing step after agonizing step. My bare feet on the bamboo floorboards sound like gunfire.
And then, I see them.
My legs almost go out from underneath me as panic closes my airways. I can’t think, can’t speak, can’t even scream as pain races up my throat. Before I can stop myself, I collapse onto my knees, a sob wrenching its way past my lips.
“No!” I scream as the tears run faster and faster down my cheeks, burning me. Branding me. “No! No! No!”
Five familiar dead bodies litter the living room floor, their glazed eyes staring vacantly into space. Dried blood surrounds the bullet hole between each of their eyebrows.
Helio.
Desmond.
Avery.
Sin.
Tate.
All dead.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
I scream out in utter anguish as the final pieces of my soul crumble into dust. It would’ve
