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“Cum on my cock,” he breathed, shamelessly tearing me apart. The wet sound of our arousal filled the air as he hammered into me. “I want to feel you milk me dry. I’ll fill you with so much of my cum, you’ll wonder if your DNA changed.”

My eyes flew open at the realization of him not wearing a condom. Oh, fuck. Granted, I had my period a week ago and found a slew of products in my bathroom to use. Still, the thought worried me.

“Manic,” I hissed, pounding my fist into his chest. “You’re not wearing a condom.”

“Do you think a condom would keep you from being mine?” A devious smile. “I’d just dump it out and shove my cum up your cunt. Then you’d be stuck with me. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Jesus, why was that hot?

He chuckled when I pounded my fist again, the issue quickly forgotten as he continued his hard thrusts. I should resume my raging, but the thought of him shoving his cum back inside me only made my building orgasm burn hotter, and I moaned instead.

Fire erupted beneath my skin, my core tightening, driving lower and lower. Tears lined my eyes as they fluttered, one rolling over my bottom lashes as pleasure encompassed me. He pinched my clit before rubbing again, and I cried out.

“Manic,” I whimpered.

My legs locked behind him. I felt the onset of my building climax like the intense crashing of a plane, and I knew I'd be unable to hold back much longer. My hands scrambled to find purchase, settling on his shoulder and neck.

“That’s it, baby,” he ground out, his abs constricting with every wild drive of his hips. “Fucking shatter. I got you.”

His breaths sped up, warm against my face, and our eyes collided. I knew he’d catch me if I crash landed and fell right into him, even as a menacing glint settled in his eyes. Then his brows furrowed, the vein on his neck bulging as he drove his cock deeper. Harder.

My core tightened, my mouth falling open, and I completely shattered as Manic hammered into me with broken whimpers. God, the sound of him breaking set me on fire.

My vision blurred, my body convulsing as I crashed into my orgasm. I might have whispered his name or shouted it, but I wasn’t sure as I fell into pure bliss, my body weightless and free as he held me upright.

“Fuck,” Manic whimpered, pounding faster.

He withdrew, then slammed back into me one last time. His head fell back, and he uttered a feral grunt, following me right into bliss. Manic pulsed against my walls as he spilled every drop of his cum inside me.

I wanted to be angry about not wearing protection, but knowing that I was the one who made him shatter sent an unnatural amount of satisfaction through me.

His movement slowed, his breathing hard against my damp cheeks. Every inch of his body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. Manic carefully peeled my limp body off the wall and lowered me to the floor. The moment he pulled out, I felt him dripping down my thighs in a river of warmth.

He tucked himself away with panted breaths, pulling his sweats up until they hung low on his hips. Too aware of my nakedness, a tremor overtook my body, my head buzzing from the residual high of our collective orgasms.

As he braced a hand on the wall and stared down at me, sweat dripped to the hollow of his throat. I watched that drop of sweat like it was a map to be studied, mesmerized by the sight of him.

I shamelessly wanted more.

Manic took one look at me before diving for my mouth, like he couldn’t help himself. I groaned, melting slightly, when he lazily slipped his tongue past my lips. Although lightheaded, I savored the feeling and the flip of my stomach. Like an idiot.

When Manic finally pulled back, he was already bending to retrieve my shirt. He pulled it over my head until its hem reached my thighs, and a small smile curved his mouth as if to say, I’m not done with you.

I ignored that pointed look and broke the silence.

“Are you going to tell me why you’d woken up like you were ready to fight someone?” I asked.

He paused, his mouth opening before closing again. Manic raked a steady hand through his hair, appearing much calmer—at least better than he did when he’d held that gun at his side, like he was desperate to start firing it.

“I thought you left,” he admitted.

All I managed to do was blankly stare, unable to fully register him admitting that so openly. Perhaps what we talked about last night gave him more reason to… share. The thought unnerved me.

“And I wanted you beside me when I woke,” he added. “When you weren’t there…”

Yep, I was shocked twice in a matter of seconds, positive my heart skipped with what felt like palpitations. That would mean Manic had feelings, and he hated that I wasn’t beside him this morning. I would have thought it was cute had he not scared the living daylights out of me with his gun. Asshole.

“So you thought I took advantage of the moment and slipped out?” I quipped.