Fated Lies (Lies 3)

“It’s okay, I can just make you come,” Langston says from the doorway. His eyes pour over me, drenching my pussy further. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world he’s ever had eyes for.

“I could pull out?” he asks, as he steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

I take a deep breath. I don’t want to have our first and possibly only time together lack feeling him coming inside me.

I meet his eyes in the mirror. His eyes are soft, kind, and maybe even loving. Maybe I’m reading too much into his expression, but I know what I want.

“I trust you,” I say.

He sucks in a breath when I touch his hand and slide his hand down my front so he can feel how wet I still am for him. Throughout my search, nothing changed; if anything, I want him more now than before.

“I’ll pull—”

“No, I trust you. Take control. Fuck me like you want.” If I get pregnant, we’ll figure it out.

He fists my hair with one hand as he kisses me roughly down my neck and spine, while his other hand dips between my legs. He already knows how to work my body and clit, touching me with just enough pressure to make me weak in the knees.

“I’ve dreamed of this so many fucking nights…and as much as I would love to fuck you here and look into your eyes in the mirror as you come, I want you in a fucking bed our first time.”

He flips me around until I fall into his body. I jump as he grabs my ass and hungrily kisses my body.

We walk into the bedroom and collapse on the bed together—full of sweat, wetness, and saliva. All of it turns me on more.

He settles between my legs at the same time he lifts my hands and binds them together in his fist above my head. He doesn’t push inside me; he lowers his head to bite my nipple with his teeth.

I expect there to be a nervous anxiety as he takes control of my body, but it never comes.

I trust him.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me how dirty your thoughts are. Tell me you want my cock.” I see the tiniest hint of concern in his eyes, not sure if I’m going to back out. He really needs this, as much or more than me.

I slide my hips down, just enough to envelope the tip of his cock, but that’s all the power he gives me. He slams inside me, filling me completely.

I gasp at how he fills me.

He stills as soon as he’s fully inside me and our eyes lock once again. His fill with tears. He leans down and kisses me so tenderly on the lips. “Are you okay? I meant to be gentle, but I can’t control myself with you.”

“I’m more than okay.”

“Good, because being inside you is fucking incredible.”

Together we decide wordlessly when to start moving. My hips rock at the same time his begin to thrust, which makes us both smile. He’s still gripping my hands above my head as he thrusts inside.

I’ve never felt anything like it—not with Waylon, not with any man. With Langston, I don’t want to fight him. And even though he has absolute control over my body, I feel like I have all the power. If I move my hips, he moves his. If I slow my breath, he speeds up until I’m panting again.

“This—this is…” he can’t finish his words as he slams into me.

I arch, driving him as deeply as I can into my body. We’re both close to coming. We are close to ending this chapter. Seconds before we come, Langston releases my hands.

“I trust you, too.”

One more thrust, and he’s filling me with his warm cum and screaming my name, which pushes me into an explosion of an orgasm of my own.

“There was no way I would have killed you, not even if my life depended on it,” Langston says, still inside me as he rolls himself onto his back and me on top. “I could never hurt you, huntress. All I’ve ever wanted to do was protect you from the demons, me included.”

He would have never killed me. We said we would only tell truths tonight, and I believe him. He could never hurt me.

That also means that when he killed Waylon, he knew exactly what he was doing somehow. It’s time to spill more of the truth, so he’ll stop beating himself up. But for now, I want to fuck him until the sun rises.