Page 26 of Pas de Trois
It only takes moments like this and a groan from deep within his chest to ignite me. My heart stops as the string that pulls tension through my body stretches tighter and snaps in two, bursting all the tingling pressure right in my core. The soul-crushing climax bursts and ripples through my entire body.
I go limp on the mattress, but Ezra keeps fucking me. Thrust after thrust after thrust and…
Oh, God.
Oh, my fucking God.
His cock swells just before his orgasm spills inside me and the pressure only lifts me higher. Then I fall hard and fast into a second, unexpected orgasm.
That’s never happened to me before.
Ezra could feel it. He could feel the way my walls clenched and pulsed around him, and I watch his face as a grin of pure satisfaction touches every feature. He brings such brightness to his face that you could fool me into thinking that the light haloing around him radiated from his soul, though I know it’s only from the light fixture above him.
“Anya,” he says with a sated chuckle. “Fuck.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips as I look up at him with half-hooded eyes. I feel so wet. The mess of him and me coming together drips from my sensitive pussy and the mere thought of it sends a tiny, clenching aftershock of pleasure—just a quick lightning bolt of bliss that strikes straight through to my clit.
He bends with a proud smile, kissing the corner of my lips sensually, kissing my cheek and along my jawline, nuzzling his nose over my earlobe. I reach for him, wrapping my arms around him and running my hands over his back.
“I’ve never felt so completely…” I struggle for words.
“Undone?” he offers.
“Fulfilled,” I counter.
“Unhinged?”
“Satisfied.”
“Content?” he asks.
I grab his face in both of my hands. “Complete. I feel so complete with you inside me.”
He sighs, his brow slanting to form a V. “You’re complete on your own without me.”
What does he mean by that?
“No,” I tell him. “I hate that. I feel complete with you.”
“I know, baby.” He brushes the sweat-stuck hair from my face. “I know what you mean. I feel it, too. But I don’t ever want you to forget how perfect and amazing and complete you are as you. Just you.”
“Stop that.” My eyes narrow at him. “Just stop it. I don’t want to be perfect and amazing and complete on my own. I want to be as complete as I feel with you. A part of me is missing without you.” I feel strange, angry tears start to well up and I hate it. I hate it so much. “What are you even trying to say to me?”
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m not saying anything at all. I’m just saying that if…if something were to happen to me…you don’t need me to—”
“Stop!” I shout, shoving at his chest and pushing him off me. I scoot to the edge of the bed and climb off as he rolls to sit up. “I hate what you’re saying. You’re saying I can live without you if they kill you. But I can’t. I can’t, Ezra. I can’t live without you. I will die without you. I don’t want to exist without you.” My breaths turn shallow and rapid, and I find I’m pacing beside the bed. “I’m only complete when I’m with you. Don’t tell me I’m complete on my own. Are you complete on your own?” I stop and turn to face where he sits at the edge of the bed. My voice lowers to a whisper. “Are you complete on your own? Without me? Is that what you’re telling me?”
What is happening to me?
I’ve gone down a rabbit hole of insanity. Every thought and emotion buried within my soul is bursting to the surface and I can’t seem to control it. I don’t want to hear his response because I fear the worst. I fear he’ll tell me that he can live without me. That he doesn’t need me to be complete. I don’t know how I’ll survive if he tells me that.
I turn on my heel and storm off to the bathroom before he can respond, slamming the door shut. I stand still for a second and in moments, he’s pounding on the door, begging to be let in.
“I have to pee. Leave me alone,” I shout through the door before I realize I actually do have to pee.
“Fuck,” he says through the door. “Fine.”
I wait a few seconds for quiet before heading to the toilet to handle my business. As I sit there, my eyes fall on the two pregnancy tests on the counter and I reach for one. I carefully pick it up, studying it as I sit.
