The Sixth | Ekko

Chapter Forty-Four

Author's note: You may have received two notifications for this chapter. That is because I accidentally clicked publish while proofreading (😭). If you happened to read through the chapter before I could unpublished it and noticed mistakes, that's why. I also added another short scene while proofreading so I recommend going back in order to read it.

She tensed in his arms and pulled away so she could look at him.

"...Now?"

He leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. "Now, tomorrow, the next day, forever..."

It seemed like he'd enjoyed it just as much as she did. The proof of it was on his face and was poking at her from underneath his clothes.

"But... what about you?"

Ekko pulled away and blinked slowly, his eyes remaining hooded.

"Me?" He looked her face all over then leaned forward to peck her lips. "I could spend all my time knelt between your legs if you let me," he said, his words a declared truth. He would never admit it, but he had always wondered what it would be like to have his face between the thighs of a woman. To hear moans that were just for him and to taste the proof that what he was doing was effective. He supposed it could be considered a fantasy of his. But in those fantasies, there was never a face to put for the one he was pleasuring.

Not until recently.

But no amount of comprehensive conjuration in his mind could compare to the real thing.

To Momo.

To her taste.

The sound of each of her moans a gateway drug to the next.

And damn if he wasn't addicted, withdrawal already spiking his blood.

Nagging him.

Momo's skin flared with fresh heat at his words, the feeling of his hot breath whirling against her face adding to the scorch. She felt naked, but beyond flesh. It was like his gaze was able to penetrate through her and view straight into her soul.

When had he gotten so good with his words? Had he been possessed?

He pressed sloppy kisses to her jawline and made a trail of them down to the right side of her neck, drawing her out of her thoughts and a moan from her mouth.

"I'll take care of you," he vowed against her neck, as if implanting his words into her skin.

A permanent promise.

"Don't go," she pleaded. She wouldn't be able to handle losing him. It would be her fatality. "Don't ever go."

His next kiss against her neck was firmer.

"Never."

Their venture through the tunnel was a blur of elbow bumps and breathless panting.

Ekko's knee dipped into the mattress of her bed as he laid her down against the blankets with care.

She looked up at him with shiny eyes that pulled him in hypnotically. He climbed onto the bed with her and held himself over her, his forearms resting on either side of her head, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. He closed his lips over hers, the moist point of contact sending sparks of heat to his groin.

Each movement of his lips against hers brought a flutter to her heart. Her arms folded around him, her fingers sliding against the firm sculpt of his back.

He pulled away and started to tug up her shirt, but came to a stop when he saw the dark blotches of purple and blues staining the skin of her tummy. His grip on her shirt tightened. He wasn't sure who had been the one to inflict the injury on her, but knew she got it after being kidnapped from the fighting pit.