The Chase

“I m-miss him s-so m-much. I-I want him b-back.”

“I know you do,” Beck whispered. “I wish I could bring him back for you. But I’m here.”

“I’m s-so…scared,” she sputtered in confession.

Beck savored every heartbreaking howl and the ocean of tears that poured out from deep inside her because it brought her one step closer to being cleansed and healed.

“I know. You may feel alone, but you’re not. You never will be unless you choose to. Seth and I will always be here for you.”

Heavenly nodded and drew in a deep breath. A lump of love, pride, and awe clogged his throat.

Christ. She was gorgeous. Brave. Strong.

And she was his.

Beck’s cock throbbed for relief, but Heavenly didn’t need sex right now. She needed to process her freedom from the most oppressive parts of her grief.

“And I know your father’s death is fresh, the pain so raw… You don’t realize yet that he’s still alive inside you. He’ll live on through you, your children, and their children, until the end of time. He hasn’t left you, Heavenly. He never will.”

Beck’s words made her cry harder. She clung and melted into him.

He thought his heart might explode.

“Abel wanted you to be happy.” Beck turned her face up to his and sipped her tears. “That’s all Seth and I want, too… Because we love you.”

“I know.” She sobbed uncontrollably.

She didn’t need more stimulation. “It’s time to use your safe word.”

“Maybe. I…I don’t know.”

Beck did. Her body had reached its threshold, even if her mind hadn’t gotten the memo.

“You were exquisite, but you’ve had enough,” he whispered in her ear. “Freedom.”

Heavenly continued to cry as Beck plucked her off her feet and strode to the couch with her nestled in his arms. When he sat, she snuggled in closer, sobbing. They stayed that way, silently clinging to one another. Eventually her tears slowed, then stopped. Beck smiled as he watched her floating away on the endorphins he’d released. The heat radiating from her ass was all but roasting his cock, but he didn’t move or speak until Heavenly’s lashes slowly fluttered open.

“Do you feel better, little girl?”

She sniffed and nodded, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I feel…strangely peaceful. But I also feel like I’m drunk and weirdly floating inside myself.”

Beck pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That’s how you’re supposed to feel. Do you want me to carry you up to bed?”

“Yes.” She lifted her head and blinked solemnly. “But not to sleep.”

He couldn’t not smile. He’d opened her up from the outside in and now—thank fuck—she wanted to be closer, fill herself back up with his affection, and complete their circle. Beck was more than ready.

“I need to be inside you,” he breathed into her ear.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Clutching her tightly to his chest, he raced upstairs and laid Heavenly across the bed. Then he tore off his jeans, hissing in relief when his angry cock burst free.

“Spread your legs for me, little girl.”

As Heavenly eased her thighs apart, she sucked in a sharp gasp and grimaced. But Beck’s focus was on the slickness of her pussy.

His cock screamed. His mouth watered. And his heart nearly stopped as he dragged his fingers through her slick folds. Heavenly jolted and cried out softly.