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“Later,” I firmly state. “Later, my love.”
I jump toward her, bringing her entire body into my arms. She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hand sneaks up her spine to the back of her hair. Her lips crash into mine. She tastes so sweet, better than I remember. It’s not the espresso light cream that I fell in love with, but it’s her. I set her down, grab her hand, and drag her inside the cottage. The door almost comes off its hinges when I slam it closed behind us.
She stands so still, allowing me to approach her as she has done in the past. Permitting me to take a safe lead. My hand once again taps my thigh, trying to calm my racing heart. It's not my mind that is sprinting at this moment—it's my chest.
“I—” she starts to speak as she watches my tic. Her eyes beg for forgiveness and the need for explanation.
Does she not see it? I place a finger over her lips to hush her excuses.
“I don’t care,” I whisper to her.
Her eyes close with anguish. She can no longer hide her sobs as they fill the room. How can she not see the joy that I have?
My hands frame her face, my thumbs caress her flesh, and my nose touches hers. Her breathing is shaky as she begins to unbutton her shirt, exposing her perfect breasts, almost spilling over the contraption that is holding them up. I take a step back, observing her movements. Her pants slide down her perfect legs. I realize she is exposing herself to me just like the morning after my night terror. Her arms bend behind her back, unlatching her bra. I watch carefully as her breasts are released, my tongue dancing on my lips. Her fingers hook under her underwear and she pushes them down.
Nothing is holding her back—not anymore. Displayed for all of me to see. Stripped to the core, body, and soul, she is perfectly mine.
I push my shirt up over my head and push my pants and boxers down on the ground. She holds steady, letting me take the lead at my own pace. I let out an aggressive groan, fighting the urge to ravish her but knowing I need to slowly enjoy this woman. This is a mental war I can handle.
I let my forehead rest against hers and my hands touch her hips.
“I don’t care about anything but you,” I state.
She nods, pushing her lips against mine. I throw the white flag and surrender to her. I will always surrender to her.
I grab her by her thighs, pick her up and carry her to my bed, gently laying her down. I stand over her body, letting my fingers rediscover this woman. My eyes follow my hands, letting my senses come alive with every touch, feeling my angel devil’s once-flawless skin that now has a few healed scars, which I can only assume are from that godforsaken crash.
A faint purple scar just along her collarbone and a few nicks here and there. My heart constricts with anger, yet all I want to do is just cover her, protecting her from anything that could potentially harm her.
She grabs my arm, pulling me down on top of her. I’m falling for her more every moment she breathes. Her legs wrap around my waist and the feeling of her velvet flesh against my calloused skin makes me forget that there was ever a moment without her.
My nose touches hers as our eyes connect. Steady and direct, we never shake or waver. We are predators marking our prey, staking our claim on the other.
My fingers trace up her body as if they are touching her for the first time. My thumb touches her bottom lip, causing it to open slightly wider for me. I am thirsty for this green-eyed, tall drink of water. I can feel my mouth fall dry as the Sahara, begging for just a small drop of water. I happily give in to this mirage, even if it is a dream.
“Take me back to the depths of hell, I beg you,” I whisper.
She rubs her nose tenderly against mine, exhaling a shallow breath.
“Please, no more running.” Her voice sounds so soft and painfully hopeful.
I lean away for just a moment to look at her properly. Her chest rises and falls with worry. Don’t worry, my little psycho, I’ll save you. I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. My body presses into hers. Covering her, hoping to convey everything without saying a word. My lips drag away from hers as they taste the rest of her. Her cheek to her jaw, down her ever so perfect neck, around her shoulder. I briefly stopped to lay a gentle kiss on the scar that she never deserved. Her chest lies still for a moment before her perfect breasts push toward the ceiling. My tongue feels its way down the valley of her breasts and I feel her fingers grip the hair on my scalp.
She gasps, and I remember how beautiful that sounds.
I look up to see her green eyes watching every move. I rest my chin on her stomach, still keeping her eyes.
“Say it,” I quietly demand.
“Adam,” she responds with no hesitation.
Rather than tasting more of her perfect wetness, I decide to give in to what we both need. The reconnection of two like-minded humans who desire to cause chaos and destruction when provoked. She is my calm and I am her home.
“You are safe with me, baby,” I reassure her.
She nods, clutching my scalp harder pulling my head up to meet her lips. Her mouth covers mine while our tongues dance together. Her delicate fingers dig into my scalp harder, trying to hold on to every breath we share. I grab her by her wrist and push her hands above her head. Rolling my hips, letting my hard cock rock into her wet paradise. Lathering me up to bring her the ultimate high.
I suck on her bottom lip as I push into her. I almost unravel at the moan she elicits. I need more. Pulling out slightly and quickly rolling my hips toward her. I rest my cheek on hers as her lips graze my ear. I need to hear every single sound she makes.
