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He continued to breathe hard, but he didn’t move from my grasp. After a few minutes, he rested his chin on my head then circled his arms around my waist. He pulled me tighter against him, his powerful body coiling around me like a snake. His hand cupped the back of my head, and finally, the fight was over.
“You never have to be threatened by anyone, Griffin. You’re the love of my life.” I pulled my face away from his chest so I could look up into his eyes, to search for the softness I hoped I would find.
He wasn’t angry anymore, but he wasn’t himself either. “I’m not threatened by the boys before me. I’m not threatened by the boys who look at you and fantasize about you. I’m not threatened by a boy you might have liked.” His hand moved through my hair, keeping it from my face so he could look at all my features. “But I am scared of a man who can make something that beautiful, of a man who can make my woman feel something. I’m scared of a man who can connect with my woman in a way I can’t. I’m not ashamed to admit that terrifies me…because I’m not afraid to wear my love on my sleeve. When it comes to you, my heart is on the outside of my body. I keep it in the open because I want to love you so deeply, but that also means it’s much easier to scar.” Both of his palms cupped my cheeks.
“You do connect with me in the same way. You’ve always believed in my artwork. You’ve always appreciated it. I wouldn’t have my own gallery if it weren’t for you. I wouldn’t have dropped out of school if it weren’t for you. I wouldn’t have reached this kind of success without my man believing in me. So don’t think for a second that you don’t understand me the way he does, that we don’t have that same special emotional spectrum. Ours is deeper, Griffin. So much deeper. You don’t need to make a painting for me to feel you.” My hand moved to his heart. “Because I always feel you…deep inside me…every day.”
He took a deep breath, this time in obvious relief. The monster had finally been calmed, and he retracted his teeth and claws. He kissed my forehead before he placed his head against mine. He continued to cup my cheeks as he held me there, his eyes closed. “Baby?”
“Yes?” I gripped his wrists.
“Make love to me.”
The smile spread across my lips, recognizing the words I said to him on a constant basis. I was needy when it came to him, telling him exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. He always delivered, more than happy to fulfill my demands. Now I wanted to do the same for him, to give him whatever he asked for.
My arms circled his neck, and I kissed him, feeling the softness of his lips and the coarseness of his facial hair. I breathed into his mouth as I scooted him back toward the couch, ready to ride him nice and slow. When the backs of his knees hit the couch, I pushed him back and straddled his hips.
He sat back and stared at me, slight arrogance in his eyes. He undid his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers until his cock was free. He yanked on my panties and stretched them to the side, not bothering to take them off because that would take longer than he was willing to wait.
I pulled the shirt over my head and then settled on top of him, my hands gripping his shoulders.
He gripped my ass cheeks and lifted me slightly so he could direct his dick inside me. Then he pulled down on my hips and pushed himself up, making his cock sink all the way inside me.
I lowered myself until I had him completely inside me, every single inch. We’d been fighting all day, but that didn’t stop me from growing wet the second the fight was over. My pussy was always ready for him, ready for him to fill me. There had been no morning sex that day, so my body had been waiting for it all day. My hands pressed against his chest, and I breathed into his mouth. He was finally inside me where he belonged, long and thick. I watched the arousal in his eyes, the possession he always showed when his big dick was inside me. I moaned before I even started to move.
He squeezed my ass cheeks while his eyes remained locked on mine. Full of power, strength, and surging arousal, he was thinking about the fight we’d just had. All he was thinking about was me, the woman who was sitting in his lap. Antonio was finally an afterthought, and it was just the two of us.
