Escaping Death

Chapter 64

Happy Thursday everyone :)

This marks the End of Book 3. I was waiting for the new cover to be ready but this story had been renamed Escaping Death. I think it was just a better reflection of the story and a fun play on words.

So without further ado...the finale of book 3: Escaping Death.

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Solana

I said it.

I breathed life into the words I pushed to the bottom of my heart like ignoring them could make them untrue. And it feels really fucking good. It feels good to just let that one truth be enough. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I don't know what it'll mean for us in the long term or for the rest of the guys, I just know that right now I want to stay with them.

Ace unleashes a feral grunt when I bite down on his bottom lip and grind myself along the bulge in his pants. If this escalates the way I hope it does, it'll be the first time we've both been together with clear heads. Not out of anger, not out of desperation, not out of heat. But because it's what we want.

His hand descends down my back, over the curve of my ass, and between my legs which willingly open to him. It's not until he presses at my entrance that I tense with alarm. "Ace, don't, I'm bleeding."

Fuck, of all days for this to happen.

But Ace doesn't stop. He swats my hand away and draws his fingertips along my seam, again pressing for entrance. "I'm not bothered by it, Princess."

"Fuck," I practically mewl when he finds my sweet spot along my front walls.

He quickly brings me to the brink of release before pulling out and lavishing my breasts with attention. Air hisses through my teeth whenever he sucks my nipple between his teeth or when he squeezes my breast in his massive hands.

"Am I hurting you, Princess?" He eases up his grip.

"No, they're just tender. But I love what you do to me."

There was exactly one day last week when I forced myself to take an honest inventory of my body and symptoms. Sore breasts, minimal but noticeable cramps, super tired... it wasn't a stretch to think I might have been pregnant. Irritatingly enough, I've learned that most early pregnancy symptoms are the same as period symptoms. Love that irony.

"How are you feeling?" His touch matches the softness of his voice.

"I'm feeling like I need you inside me."

Ace presses his lips to mine and without breaking our connection he pulls me across his body so I'm on top of him straddling his legs. He rips through my shorts, tearing them off my body as I lift Eli's hoodie up and over my head.

Ace shimmies his pants down, kicking them off the bed and then pulls his shirt over his head. We sit for a moment, completely naked, physically and emotionally it feels like. Laid bare before one another.

His length bobs impatiently between my thighs, his velvety tip slaps against my clit with every twitch. Reaching down between us, I stroke his length in my palm a few times before notching him at my entrance.

Automatically his hands go to my hips, easing me down onto him until he's fully sheathed inside me. I start slowly, grinding and rolling my hips against him, loving the intermittent friction against my clit as it rubs against his base.

But more than anything I love the sounds I'm able to pull from him. In this moment I'm the one fucking him, I'm the one making him feel good. And that is the most empowering feeling in the world.