Chapter 102: You’re ruining me [18+]

The friction between us grew hotter, the squelching sound of our wet skin colliding echoing loudly against the headboard as Reid took full advantage of my sudden surrender.

He didn’t hold back anymore. Every thrust was deep, heavy, and punishingly thorough, driving past my defenses until the ache in my chest was completely swallowed by the overwhelming heat spreading through my lower stomach.

​"Look at you," Reid growled, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, bruising the skin as he anchored me down to take the full force of his weight. "Locking your legs around me like you never want me to leave. Keep doing that, Cap."

​"Ah... Reid... Reid!"

​I threw my head back, my spine arching off the mattress as he hit that sensitive cluster of nerves over and over. My vision blurred, tears of pure, unadulterated overstimulation leaking from the corners of my eyes.

It was too much.

The scent of his frozen pine was suffocating, filling my lungs until I couldn’t remember what clean air tasted like. I was drowning in him, letting the possessive current of his Alpha pheromones drag me under.

​Reid’s pace turned frantic, his chest heaving against mine as his own climax drew near. The smooth, calculated rhythm dissolved into a raw, primal drive.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin right above my collarbone.

​"Evans... fuck, you’re ruining me," he choked out, a low, animalistic sound tearing from his throat as my walls clamped down around his throbbing cock.

​The tight squeezing of my hole triggered the final spark. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. With a broken, high-pitched whimper, my lower abdomen seized, my vision going completely dark as a shattering wave of ejaculation washed over me.

I came hard between our chests, my body trembling violently under his.

​Right as I broke, Reid gave one last, devastatingly deep thrust, bottoming out against the very edge of my womb with a low, guttural roar.

His body went rigid, his muscles locking tight as he poured his thick, hot semen deep inside me, filling me to the absolute brim until it felt like I would burst from the sheer volume of him.

​We stayed like that for a long, quiet minute—completely tangled together, the only sound the ragged, desperate synchronization of our breathing in the dim penthouse light.

He didn’t pull out. He kept his heavy weight pressing me into the mattress, his face still buried in my neck, his pulse hammering wildly against my skin.

​I closed my eyes, the warmth pooling inside me a heavy, physical reminder of the string I was supposed to be cutting. I was safe for now. He didn’t know his own heart.

But as his hand slowly shifted to wrap tightly around my waist, pulling me even closer into his chest as if I were a prize he had no intention of ever letting go, a cold dread began to tick away in the back of my mind.

After what felt like an hour, I slipped out of the bed. Reid had fallen asleep.

I went to the bathroom, stared at myself in the mirror and hissed at my own submissiveness. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore, but I could at least lie to him.

After washing up and cleaning Reid up, I went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. I was starving.

The sizzling of the butter in the pan was the only sound cutting through the quiet apartment, a deceptively normal anchor to reality.

I stared blankly at the eggs, my hands moving on pure autopilot while my mind replayed the suffocating heat of the week over and over again. Today was supposed to be just like any other day, but it was supposed to be the beginning of the end where I either leave and try to pull myself away from the dependency pulling me to Reid.

But... I don’t think it’s that simple anymore.

Right now, ​I was thinking about how I just needed to finish breakfast, pack my things under the guise of heading out, and walk out that door. But I already knew it wasn’t that easy, and I wasn’t about to delude myself any further than I already did.

​Then, the floorboards groaned behind me.

​Before I could even turn my head, a heavy, solid warmth pressed flush against my back.

Thick arms slid smoothly around my waist, locking me in a loose but inescapable embrace, and a mop of messy blonde hair brushed against my jaw before Reid rested his chin heavily right in the crook of my neck.

​I flinched, my posture going instantly rigid as a full-blown shiver ripped down my spine. The spatula in my hand rattled against the edge of the pan.

​"What are you..." I choked out, trying to shrug my shoulders to push him off, but he was like iron. "Can’t you see I’m cooking? You should head back to the bed. Your leg—"

​"My leg is fine, Cap," Reid mumbled, his voice thick with sleep, a low rumble that vibrated directly against my collarbone.

​Instead of pulling away, he snuggled tighter, burying his face into the sensitive skin behind my ear and inhaling deeply, drinking in whatever faint traces of my scent were still lingering.

He let out a soft, contented sigh that fanned hot air across my neck.

​"I miss you," he murmured.

​My heart did a violent, agonizing flip in my chest.

​What the hell is Reid doing?

​The panic hit me so fast it made me dizzy. Reid shouldn’t be acting like a needy, affectionate boyfriend on a lazy morning.

If he had come into the kitchen with that typical smirk, demanding breakfast or teasing me about how loud I was this morning, loving every second of his thrusts, I could have handled it. I could have built my walls back up.

​But this soft, unguarded vulnerability was lethal. Just as he did when he held me this morning, as if he was trying to... connect us instead of just have a good morning fuck.

​"Don’t say stupid things," I forced out, my voice sounding far breathier than I wanted it to.

I stared hard at the burning eggs, trying desperately to ignore the way my body naturally wanted to lean back into his chest, to ignore the terrifying realization that his ’youthful vigor’ was starting to look a lot like genuine affection.

"Let go, Reid. I mean it."