Page 43 of A Soul’s Awakening

I cut him off by taking him to the root again, sucking so hard his spine bowed off the mattress. Then I released him completely, crawling up his shaking body until I could crush my mouth against his, letting him taste the evidence of himself on my tongue.

In one brutal move he flipped us, pinning me under his weight, eyes feral and glittering. “My turn,” he snarled, voice gravel and filled with desperation.

His hand wrapped around both our cocks. His movements were hot, slick, and possessive as he stroked with a punishing rhythm. I arched violently into his grip, hips snapping, chasing the obscene glide of skin on skin. Precome smeared everywhere, making every stroke wetter, more intense, and absolutely perfect.

“Ren—” my voice cracked. “More. I need more.”

He knew exactly what I needed.

He lunged for the nightstand, fingers shaking so badly the drawer rattled as he snatched the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount into his hand. His dark, ravenous gaze never once left mine as he pressed one finger inside me, then two, curling until white-hot pleasure lanced through my spine. When the third slid in, I was shaking apart, babbling his name, begging, hips rolling shamelessly to bury his fingers deeper over my most sensitive spots.

Then he was there, lining himself up as the thick head nudged my entrance, pressing through and breaching. He sank in, torturously slow, watching every flicker across my face. The stretch was brutal fire, then molten bliss. When he bottomed out, hips locked to mine, he dropped his forehead to my shoulder with a broken sound.

“Fuck … Theo … you’re so fucking tight … so perfect.”

I clenched hard around him on purpose. He choked on a sob, hips jerking uncontrollably.

He started moving, his long, devastating rolls dragging over every sensitive place inside me. I locked my legs around his waist, nails digging into the sprawling black octopus inked across his back, urging him faster, deeper, harder. I met every brutal thrust, rocking up to take him to the hilt. Our mouths collided with teeth and tongue and desperation as we swallowed each other’s moans.

Every slide in and out wound me tighter. My cock was trapped between us, leaking helplessly against the ridged plane of his stomach, the friction unbearable. Heat spiraled low and vicious in my gut, coiling so tight it hurt.

“Mmm … ahh … r-right there … yes, Ren …”

He shifted, his angle sharper, deeper, and slammed into that spot again and again until I broke with a shattering moan.

The orgasm detonated through me—white-hot, blinding, apocalyptic. My spine arched so hard I thought it might snap. I screamed his name, voice raw and wrecked, as I came in violent pulses, painting our stomachs in thick, messy stripes. My walls clamped down rhythmically around him, dragging him under with me.

Ren shattered seconds later. His hips bucked wildly, burying himself as deep as humanly possible. A raw, sobbing moan tore out of him as he pulsed inside me, flooding me with heat, claiming me from the inside out.

He collapsed half on top of me, trembling violently, arms banding around my shoulders like he’d never let go. He buried his face in my neck, heat and sweat coating my skin as he peppered kisses in that sensitive spot, the frantic hammer of his racing heart beating against my chest. I clutched him just as hard, holding him like he was the only solid thing left in the world.

We stayed like that until we both came off our high, wrecked and breathing each other in.

“You’re amazing, Ren,” I rasped. “Never forget that.”

“And you’re absolutely perfect.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

“So … what do you think?” I murmured into his damp hair, voice hoarse.

“What do I think?” Ren drawled, looking up at me. “Are you expecting a gold star for giving me the most passionate sex I’ve ever had in my life?”

“While flattering, no.” I chuckled. “What I meant was, what do you think of us? I want more with you, Ren. I don’t want these back-and-forth, casual, passionate nights together. Will you agree to join me as my boyfriend on my quest for world domination as we take down the Syndicate?”

Ren pressed his lips to the pulse in my throat, his shaky exhale fanning over my skin. “Yes,” he whispered against my skin. “God help me, Theo, if we go down, we’ll go down together.”

And for the first time, he didn’t tense. Didn’t pull away.

He just held on, bodies still joined, hearts beating in perfect sync as we both fell asleep.

20

Disappointment rippled through me the moment my hand met empty sheets, the silence in the room confirming I was alone. However, the space beside me was still warm. Ren had stayed the night with me, and although we had initially fallen asleep from exhaustion, we both woke up restless a few hours later. He didn’t hesitate to keep exploring every inch of my body, unable to keep his hands off me. Half awake and in a dream-filled lust, he peppered kisses down my face, neck, and shoulders. Eventually, the unbearable heat built up between us and the inevitable had happened. Twice, actually, and each time was better than the last.

The bedroom door creaked open and Ren stepped inside. His hair was damp and he was wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

“You’re up.” He picked up a bottle from the dresser, pumping some serum into his hands as he ran his fingers through his freshly washed hair to give it a natural, wild style. When he had offered his old bedroom to me, he hadn’t stuck around long enough to pack up his things. His clothes were still in piles on the floor, his personal belongings scattered across the dresser and nightstand. I’d left it all as it was, not having the heart to pack anything up. It was like Ren was living with me even when he was gone. Cleaning it up was like admitting that Ren would never come back, and I had refused to accept that.

He leaned down on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, his minty toothpaste lingering with the taste.