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I hadn’t seen it before… beauty in the chaos, but that was what we were.
“You’re mad at me,” I said, stepping up to him. “You’re furious, and I know you are. You’re just as angry at me as I am at you. You’re not perfect, Dorian. You’re fucking flawed just like me, and I need you to start acting like it before I lose my mind. I feel so alone. Alone here and in my head, and I need you. I need us. I—”
My rant ended under his mouth, his teeth biting my lip, his hand around my throat. He tightened his hold, and I gasped, his mouth sealing over mine.
“I am fucking mad at you,” he growled, his hand shoving under my hoodie. He ripped the dress shirt beneath open at the buttons, his hand gripping my breast, and I trembled. “I’m mad at you for not fucking trusting me. For going to fucking Thatcher and not coming to me.”
He unleashed my breast, ripping the lace clean off me. He worked my hoodie off and once he did, he pinched my nipple so hard tears sprung from my eyes.
“I’m mad at you for leaving me,” he rasped, his mouth on my cheek, my neck. “I’m mad at you for not loving me.”
A boulder to the chest, my body shaking. I tried to look at him, but he wouldn’t let me.
He was too busy stripping me naked.
My shirt came off in tatters, my bra the same. Soon, I had nothing on but my tie, skirt, underwear, and shoes, but I didn’t know how long those would survive.
The dark prince picked me up, a literal toss over his shoulder. I held on, kissing and gripping his back, tasting his skin. God, we were messed up because this was completely turning me the hell on. I bit him, and he grabbed my ass so hard I knew I’d feel him there for weeks.
He slapped it as if to make sure.
“You’re going to feel every moment you were away from me,” he said, my panties gone when he pulled them off. I thought he’d put me down, but he put two fingers in his mouth, his index and middle finger, then his thumb. His thumb he shoved directly into my ass while he used the other two to coax and play with my clit.
Stars hit my vision, the cry rough from my throat from the invasion in my ass. I’d never tried anal or anything, and I think I’d only had my own digit in here on the rare occasions when I played with myself.
“You’re going to feel me,” he promised, biting my ass before removing his thumb and putting me down. His face had completely reddened, his hair tousled and his body flushed. He appeared completely mad, and the smile on his lips only accompanied it. His shorts tented, he stroked himself through them. “I’m going to fuck you until we’re both weak, and even then, I won’t stop.”
He bit my mouth as if a prelude to that, his body hot and slick with sweat. Solid muscle hit my body, unyielding with its force as moisture pooled between my legs. He played with my lower lips while he pumped himself, his dick hitting my mound. “You’re not going to forget me again.”
I hadn’t forgotten him. I never had.
How could I?
I hadn’t forgotten what he’d said to me before I’d left. I hadn’t nor had I been ignorant to see what had underlined each of those messages, how he’d always told me about everyone else but left out things about himself or us. I knew how he felt about me.
I knew he loved me.
I could feel it with each kiss and taste, with each aggressive move when he whirled me around and bent me over that weight bench. He kicked my ankles apart there, shoving his shorts down.
“You’re going to feel me and how you make me weak,” he gritted, shoving his cock inside me. He hadn’t bothered with a condom and thank God I was on birth control. I cried out beneath him, and he roared. “And how I don’t care because I love you so fucking much.”
His thighs jutted forward, a harsh slap against my ass. The weight bench heaved forward and only caused Dorian to press more of his weight on me.
“You do make me weak, but I don’t care, Noa,” he said, hard in, slow out. “I love you.”
I held his hand, and what he saw as weakness, I only saw as strength. He was the strongest person I knew and way stronger than me. He was strong enough to admit to me how he felt and had since the very beginning. He’d always been honest with me about that.
Tell him.
He roared as he came, my walls clenching when I flooded around him too. I cried out, using my arm to hold his weight and mine.
“I love you too,” I gasped, tears springing from my eyes. I looked back at him. “I always have. Always.”
It was like the words fell out of me, seeping from an open wound. I did love him, and I always had.
I’d been scared.
It wasn’t easy to love Dorian Prinze. Because with that love came so much more. He had such potential to hurt me.
