Po was beside himself as he took her to the shitty motel down the street. He would love to take her someplace nicer than this, but she was too needy, to desperate for his touch.
He put her in fucking danger, almost gotten her killed or raped by a bunch of strangers. It was his fault. All of it. He was the one Scorpio was after all along. If he hadn’t had feelings for her, she never would have been on Scorpio’s radar.
He fucked, fingered, and ate her until they were both drained and she’d come countless times in a night of utter and complete debauchery.
The pain in her eyes was palpable though, a physical entity in the room he couldn’t ignore. It was probably the reason he could perform so long, sexually. He knew he was the cause of it, too. He’d done the one thing she’d asked him not to do.
He took care of her over and over, until he couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore, and she was sated and depleted.
As he lay curled around her exhausted form, he couldn’t help but feel that he’d done everything wrong. All of it. He craved the sounds she made when she released; her orgasms were everything. But tonight was off. He knew he’d fucked up. Scorpio had him under some sort of spell, like seeing him had erased everything he’d ever gotten from Rebel, and he hated that.
He hadn’t done what she needed him to.
So, in trying to make up for it with sex, helping her with the drugs and her badly needed release, he’d fucked up more. Somehow.
It had been different. The emotion wasn’t there. The need was, but not the desire. The first time she’d been dosed, in the hospital, he’d taken care of her by not letting her get hurt while she was under the influence. This time, he’d taken advantage.
That didn’t sit well with him either.
He was a monster. That wasn’t anything new.
But he hadn’t wanted to be that way with her.
The next morning, she still slept as he gingerly eased out from under the covers and left her. He knew, with a bone-deep knowledge, that she wouldn’t want him there when she woke up.
He couldn’t be what she needed. He wasn’t sure if he’d allowed himself to think for a moment if he could be, but now any ideas or dreams he might have had were shattered.
They were finished.
Just as well. He’d known all along he could never be what she needed.