“Occupational hazard.”
She smiles and shakes her head. Stopping next to me, she drops her mug in the sink then looks up at me through her lashes. Her crystal eyes study me for a minute longer than usual.
She looks like herself again. But I know better.
“You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” she says, tipping her head to the side.
“Watching you?”
She nods. I cage her against the island, both hands resting on either side of her against the marble.
“Just making sure you’re real.” My lips pull into a sideways smirk. “Good news,” I press my body into hers lightly. “You are.”
She lets out a soft chuckle and her hands land on my waist, fisting in the fabric of my shirt.
“Karson.” Her voice is softer now.
“Yeah, doll?”
Her fingers slide up my waist and across my chest until they come up to either side of my neck.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
My hands leave the counter and settle on her lower back. I pull her closer to me. I’ll never be able to get her close enough.
“That’s not how this works.”
Her eyebrows pinch in the middle.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” I murmur, then press my lips to her forehead where the bruise used to be. “I’m still going to look at you as if you might disappear.”
She lifts her head to look at me, her lips twitching into a smile.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love it,” I say.
I lean into her, pressing my lips to her neck before nipping at her collarbone. Her arms wrap tighter around my neck, letting out a soft whimper when I kiss the spot I just bit. My cockhardens in my jeans, pressing painfully against the fabric. It’s been far too long since I’ve been inside of her. I need her like I need air.
Trailing kisses back up her neck and along her cheek, my lips find hers. She opens for me instantly, my tongue swirling around hers. Her lips taste like tea, honey and something even sweeter–relief. The world tried to take her from me one too many times, and yet she’s right here in my arms.
I will fucking obliterate anyone who tries to take her from me again, and the ones who are still breathing are on borrowed time. But right now, the only thing that matters is that she’s here despite everything we’ve been through.
She’s here. She’s real. She’s mine.
My hand slides from the small of her back to her stomach and dips under the waistline of my sweatpants she’s wearing. I groan against her lips when I find she’s not wearing any underwear. She inhales sharply, breaking the kiss when my hand cups her pussy, her arousal already dripping from her core.
“I need you,” she whispers shakily.
I drag my middle and ring finger through her slit, coating my fingers before gently pushing both into her tight, wet cunt. She moans softly as I kick her feet apart a little further, giving me better access. I slide my fingers inside of her up to the knuckles, curling them before slowly dragging them back out. Her pussy clamps down, trying to keep me inside of her.
Standing straight up, I watch as her eyes roll and her head falls back. Her chest heaves as I repeat the motions over and over. Her skin flushes a beautiful pink color. She slides her hands down my chest and fists at the hem of my shirt, holding onto it tightly as she rides out her first orgasm.
“Jesus Christ, doll. You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum for me,” I groan.
Her legs tremble, and I remove my hand from her pussy. She whines at the loss.
