Or really, I wish I wasn’t such a fucking idiot.
But the feelings are overwhelming, causing me to look away. But Zane shakes his head, telling me I’m not allowed to.
“Please.” I whisper out and the tears fall.
“Shh.” He whispers, this time letting me break eye contact, but instead he pulls me into him, wrapping me tightly in his arms. The only reason his thumb stops caressing me is for the embrace. “It’s okay, Psycho. You don’t have to, but you have to keep riding me.” His voice causes my insides to tighten. “Do you know I can’t walk into my office without imagining the last time you were in there?”
My body tingles at his words.
“And I bet you would love to know that on more than one occasion, your mark has kind of ruined a night or two.”
I can’t help but laugh, this time pulling away and looking at him.
“Dead fucking serious. Women don’t really like it when you’ve been branded by your girl.”
I can’t help but still look at him, confused how he can still call me his girl.
“I don’t care what else is going on. If you’re married to him. If you have his fucking kid.” He reaches up, holding my face and staring at me. I can’t help but feel my insides tightening more, the more he speaks, his words filling me in all the spots that have been feeling so empty lately. “You will always be mine.” He tells me with so certainty, his eyes beaming into me, telling me more than his words ever could.
And somehow also setting me no edge as he smirks at me, gripping me by the back of my head again and flipping me over onto my back, hovering overtop of me.
He presses himself into me harder this time, forcing the moan out of both of us.
“You understand me?” He hisses through his teeth.
I nod my head.
“No, I want to hear you say it.” He demands. “What do you understand?”
“No matter what…” I gasp as he slams inside of me again, causing my insides to squeeze tightly around him. “I’m yours.” I tell him, this time confirming what he said.
It doesn’t matter what it seems like is the reality. Deep down, where it really matters, I belong to him.
“Atta girl.” He smirks at me, growling out. That’s all it takes for me to completely collapse around him, groaning out, loudly.
I hear him chuckle out again as he continues to slam into me. “That’s right, psycho, fucking squirt all over me.” My eyes widen, yet somehow this time not embarrassed as my entire body continues to convulse uncontrollably, my moan increasing in volume as he groans out, slamming into me erratically before he squeezes his hand onto my hip again, so hard that it may bruise, but I couldn’t care less at this moment.
He slams inside of me once more before he stills, doubling over on top of me before rolling over to the side. Turning to me, he grins as he leans in, pressing his lips to mine.
The tears prick my eyes again as I can’t help but think how ironic I’s that this is the first time we’ve ever allowed ourselves to make ‘love’.
Or at least, I try to convince myself in this moment of that, and not that every single time since the moment I met him, we’ve made love to one another.
?
We walk out of purgatory and back to the bike. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to come back up here because this day will forever live in my head anytime I come back. I stop in front of the bike as I hand her the helmet again, picking up the jacket and holding it open for her. She smiles as the blush spreads across her face.
“Oh, where’d my fuccboi go?” She asks me, making me laugh again.
“Can’t it be the best of both?”
“Normally, I would say no, but somehow you have a way of pulling it off.”
I lean into her, kissing her gently once more. Savoring every second of this, knowing that it will be the last time I’ll be able to.
“Zane.” My name comes out of her mouth like music. “I…” She just trails. Whatever she’s about to say pains her just to think. “I… I’m not choosing him.”
Reaching over, I stroke her cheek. “I know.”
