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The ride in the elevator felt like an eternity. But it was a heavenly, bittersweet eternity. Olivia was in my arms…but she wasn't in my bed. I needed her in my bed. I needed her asleep in my domain where I could protect her always…even from herself…and from me.
I unlocked my door and slid through before kicking it closed and locking it immediately. Without pausing, I strode across the floor to the stairs and quickly took them two at a time. Olivia hadn't even moaned in my arms. She was sleeping contentedly and I wanted to pound my chest hard in some primal need I could barely understand. She felt safe enough to sleep with me without one eye open. She felt at home in my arms…in my presence. The thought was liberating in a way I couldn't begin to explain. It was fantastic.
I walked into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I thought about slipping her out of her dress but didn't want to risk waking her when I knew she was in desperate need of sleep. But I couldn't let her spend the night clothed in my bed. I couldn't. It was simply unacceptable. I reached into the nightstand and found the pair of scissors I kept before tugging on the tight fabric of her dress. I snipped through the thin fabric until she was bared to me. I cut the thin straps from her arms before lifting her and unclipping her bra. I slid it from her shoulders and fought the urge to kiss every inch of exposed skin. I'd missed her so much. My throat felt tight. I pulled the cut up dress from beneath her, tossing it on the floor before laying her back down on the bed. I thought once about leaving her panties on, but I couldn't do that either. She was mine. Completely and there should be no barriers. Ever. I quickly went to work pulling her panties from her hips, sliding them down her legs. When she was finally naked as she should be in my bed, I started working on my own clothing. I took off my shirt and pants before glancing at the drawstring pants I always wore to bed. I decided not to wear them. No barriers. Then I climbed in beside her and finally…I breathed.
I hadn't even realized that I had not breathed since I walked away from her seven weeks ago. Finally, I felt alive. I pulled the covers up, dimmed the lights and sighed. My heart jolted in my chest when she wriggled closer to me, curling into my chest as though it were the most natural thing in the world to her.
I slid my arm around her waist and held her tight as I closed my eyes. For the first time in seven weeks, sleep came easily and without torment.
***
There was no pain.
There was no burning in my veins.
There was no gasping for breath as my heart thundered in my chest.
There was no sweat wetting the bed beneath me.
There was just Jace. His scent. His warmth. His body.
Jace?
I sat upright as my heart knocked in my chest. Memories of the night flooded my mind and on their wake a throbbing headache pulsed. I hadn't been sitting for more then a moment before Jace's hand weaved around my waist, forcing my back into the bed. He flipped himself onto me, pinning me to the mattress.
"What are you doing? Get off." I tired to push at his chest, but with the hangover dishing out a serious ass kicking and my desire to stay right where I was, my fight was wasted.
"Stop fighting me, Angel."
"Don't call me that." My voice croaked thick with emotion. "It hurts."
"Fuck," Jace sighed, setting his forehead against mine. "I'm so sorry, Angel. I am so so so sorry."
"Please let me go." I begged. But I knew I didn't mean it. He knew I didn't mean it.
"No."
"Why?" I asked. I had to know. "Why are you doing this?"
"I told you last night. You need me and I'm not leaving you. You can fight it as long and hard as you want, but you're mine. You always were and you always will be." His knee pushed at my legs, urging them to separate. I fought him. "You're mine." He reminded me as he looked into my eyes. My heart constricted in my chest as I fought the most natural thing in the world to me. Jace belonged with me. Inside me. It was where he was always meant to be. I knew this. He knew it. But still, I fought it. I didn't know why.
"We can't," I sobbed the words. " Please,"
"Don't fight this, Angel." Jace cooed, his face nuzzling my neck. "You know it's going to happen. Let me make love to you, Angel. It's been too long."
With those words, my resolve crumbled. He nudged my knees again and I granted him access. I needed this.
His hand moved between us as he settled between my legs. His fingers slid between my folds, separating me. "You're already so wet for me, Angel. Don't you see how right this is? You need me."
"I do, Jace." I sobbed. "I need you." And I did.
