“I want to be yours, Seven. All yours. I… I choose you.”
“You don’t mean that…” My chest is brimming with a strange emotion—something like hope. “Say it again.”
“I’m staying, Seven.” Her lips tilt in the barest of smiles. “I want to be with you. I want to be yours.”
“Oh God.” My head falls back with a groan. “I never thought… I’ve been dreaming of hearing you say those words. It’s all I've ever wanted.” I lean in, brushing my lips against hers in the sweetest of kisses. “You’reall I’ve ever wanted, Grace.”
With one powerful movement, I lift her off her feet, placing her on the edge of the countertop. Wrapping my arms around her body, I yank her forward, pressing her sex flush against the hard line of my cock.
“Seven…” Her eyelids lower, her body trembling with desire. “We can’t… I don’t want you to hurt yourself?—”
“I don’t fucking care,” I growl, crashing my mouth to hers. I drag my tongue over her bottom lip, and she opens up for me, allowing me to take the kiss deeper. She tastes like sunshine and laughter and hope and everything good in this world—the most intoxicating high, the best damn drug I’ve ever had in my system.And she wants to stay.
“I love you, angel.” I caress her face like she’s made of precious glass. “I’m utterly, wholly, and devastatingly entranced by you. I have been, and I always will. Forever, my sweet Grace.Forever.” I press my forehead to hers, breathing in deep, getting high off her scent, her taste on the tip of my tongue. “Say you’re mine again, Grace. Please. I need to hear you say it.”
She tilts her chin up, placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose. “I am yours, Seven. I want to be yours, and only yours.” Tears well in her eyes, but not from fear—from the overwhelming sensation of finally giving in.
“Fuck yes, you are,” I moan, reaching down to free my cock. Fisting the hard length, I guide the head to Grace’s dripping entrance, my body shuddering with the need to take her.
Her legs spread, and she opens up for me beautifully, tilting her hips in an effort to take me deeper. “Please, Seven,” she whimpers. “Please. I need you.”
Gripping her hips tightly, I thrust forward, seating my cock in the deepest part of her. I move in her slowly, torturously, each deliberate movement bringing her higher, sending her over the edge.
“Say it again,” I demand, my words finished with a throaty moan. “Fucking say it.”
“I’m yours.” She tilts her hips to take me even deeper. “All yours.”
“God, yes.” My abdomen ripples as I slide in and out of her perfect pussy, slowly, tortuously. Unable to hold off any longer, I increase my pace, fucking her savagely against the counter, making her cry out in bliss.
I reach between our bodies, my fingertips brushing her swollen clit, and Grace’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her body shuddering.
“Seven… Seven, I’m going to?—”
I swirl my fingertips once more, and she comes, shattering around my cock with a scream that slithers under my skin and lights my soul on fire. Vision tunneling, I fuck her without abandon, watching her glorious breasts bounce with each powerful thrust.
As she’s reaching the end of her orgasm, I slam my hips flush against hers, reaching up to cup her breast, teasing the nipple to draw out her pleasure. I gaze down into her eyes—at the beautiful, flushed expression she’s wearing—and I come undone.
“Yes,” I moan, “Fuck, yes.”
My cock throbs, pulsing with hot ropes of cum, filling her up just the way I like. I pull back to gaze at Grace, loving her sultry, vulnerable expression. As the last of my release throbs from me, I lean down, capturing Grace’s mouth in a passionate, bruising kiss.
Instead of pulling out, I hold Grace close to my chest, wrapping her legs tight around my waist before I walk us to the bedroom. Still seated deeply inside her, I crawl into bed, my arms curling protectively around Grace’s abdomen as she settles in against my chest.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, angel?” I ask, wanting to hear it one more time. Needing it more than I need air.
She wraps her little hand around my wrist, leaning deeper into my touch as she whispers, “Yes, Seven. Yes, I am.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
SEVEN
A few days later…
I’m in heaven.
I lounge comfortably in bed, relishing the feel of Grace’s soft body melding to my side and the weight of her head on my chest. The dichotomy between her beauty and my ugliness is stark, perhaps even wrong. But there’s also something poetic about it—that a monster like me could be made soft by the mere presence of her goodness, by experiencing the sweetness of her soul.
I stare down at her lovingly, brushing my fingers through her dark hair as she sleeps. With the other hand, I rub her soft belly, secretly hoping I was successful last night, and that my seed is growing inside her.
