a creature made purely of pleasure

Jennifer went down to the middle floor — she'd been waiting for him in bed, but he never came, which was unusual for him. Sometimes he'd stay with one of the girls, but then she'd hear screaming through the house — the good kind — and instead there was silence. She found him sitting on the hallway floor, next to the door where Eve slept, alone, staring at the ground, one foot bouncing nonstop, nervous. He was an imposing figure even sitting on the floor in his boxers, not a single muscle on his body that didn't show — took a conscious effort not to throw herself at him constantly, even after seeing him every day, sleeping with him, making love to him practically daily. Not to mention when he went full protective mode... and he was clearly in protective mode right now. She needed him in bed immediately — or right there on the floor, honestly. But he was visibly worried, so she gathered every ounce of self-control she had.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"You need me urgently."

Shit, she smell — she'd forgotten for a second. She sat down beside him.

"It's fine. What's going on?"

"They're terrified. Helen especially. They're in there."

I KNEW IT. The kiss had worked — she could track her now. She said nothing; not the moment to celebrate.

"That's normal. Not an easy thing to admit, and especially not for her."

"Wasn't hard for you."

"I didn't confess anything, it just happened, and you were there — that makes everything a lot easier. When you can't think straight because you're too turned on, you can't exactly hold on to whatever reservations you had about the things you think you're not supposed to do. But you can't do that with Helen, for obvious reasons."

"That makes me feel guilty."

"Not at all. I'm grateful every single day — Alex and I connected in a way we never had before, and we're not hurting anyone. Same with the others, honestly — I'd never been with a woman before, and I like it."

He was still visibly nervous.

"Come on, it's not that bad. They both want each other, they're going to explore it, they just have to say it first. They both want it."

"You don't get it. I can't stop thinking about kicking the damn door down and holding them both until the fear goes away. It's a nasty smell... I can barely think about anything else."

"That... that turns me on so much."

Shit. Said that out loud. Her willpower was running out fast.

Luckily, Nick said, "Thank fucking GOD" and let out a breath. "This is a nightmare, seriously."

Without warning, he lunged for her lips right there, and soon his hands were around her hips, grabbing her underwear, tearing it off, and pulling her to the floor.

"Yes... no wait, they're going to HEAR US—" She felt him inside her —she was soaked all the way down her thighs, so he sank all the way in relatively easily; she never quite got fully used to that size. If he was rough, it could hurt — but the kind of pain she wanted to feel every once in a while. When he made love to her, he took his time, and it was all soft sensations building gradually. This was not one of those times. He lifted her clean off the ground and slammed her against the wall, driving into her hard and fast, her husband perfectly aware she wanted to be pinned like an animal, and pinned she was — the sound of her body hitting the wall echoing through the entire house, no doubt about it.

"FUCK, the girls, ahh, the girls, MY GOOOD—" He'd just wrapped a hand around her throat while holding her up with the other, strong as an ox, cutting off her air, which somehow drove her even wilder — there is no resisting that kind of domination, that strength; her man possessed her exactly how and when he wanted.

She lost control of her body entirely — couldn't see anything, nothing existed in the world except pleasure, hard to even tell where it was coming from, hard to tell where her body ended and everything else began, so intense it didn't feel real, being reduced to a creature made purely of pleasure. She heard a scream — her scream? — snapped back to reality suddenly, though her body still wouldn't respond, could feel normally again, gasping for breath, her husband hoisting her onto his shoulder — she still couldn't move on her own, just felt the heat of his steel-carved body and the wetness between her legs... and inside her.

"The... girlsss..." She had to summon an absurd amount of strength to get those two words out.

"They liked it," he said — short, to the point, spartan; even his deep voice was to die for.

She tried to speak again — only groans came out.

"Shh," he hushed her. "I'm not done with you yet. Think I forgot about that little kiss stunt, know-it-all? You're going to pay."

How wonderful, she thought.

"Did they like it?" Jennifer was coming back to herself, still couldn't move — she'd slept like a rock after her third mind-blowing orgasm, but her legs still refused to cooperate normally when she woke up. At least she could talk now, not the incoherent orgasm-overdose puddle she'd been a few hours ago. Plenty of light out — must be morning.

"Yeah."

"Smelled like... good taste?"

"Smelled like need. A little at first, then a lot more."

"So they were getting turned on."

"Exactly."

"That's so cool."

"They don't smell like need anymore."

Jennifer rolled over in bed and stared at him, wide-eyed, more or less — the light was bothering her.

"No way."

"Exactly."

He got up.

"Wait, where are you going." She wasn't usually this needy, but the amount of oxytocin flooding her veins would melt anyone's brain.

"Go back to sleep, you're wrecked."

"Wonder why." She wanted to gather the strength to go down for breakfast — starving.

"Sleep. Rose will bring you something up... once I'm done with her."

She'd have liked to keep him to herself a little longer, but that was the price of having an angel for a husband.