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I wait for her eyes to find mine and hold her stare before telling her, “Don’t stop kissing me.”
She isn’t given the chance to answer, because I thrust myself inside her to the hilt, making her scream out in pleasure before slamming my lips against hers.
Our lips crash and our moans mingle in each other’s mouths as I thrust into her over and over again. Moving out slowly, ever so slowly to tease her and then pushing myself into her in one swift stroke. Each time her head begs to fall back, but she keeps her lips on mine, struggling to breathe, to move away from the intensity, to get closer and have more.
A cold sweat breaks out along every inch of my skin as I pick up my pace, ruthlessly fucking her and claiming her again and again until her tight cunt spasms around my length and I groan as I lose myself deep inside of her.
Even then, she doesn’t stop kissing me. Her body trembles under me and her nails scratch down my back, but her lips stay on mine. The two of us never parting, my Chloe Rose never leaving me. And we unravel together.
She’s still panting, still feeling the waves of aftershock when I pull out of her slowly and move quickly to get beneath her, laying her limp body on my chest to nestle beside her.
“I love you.” She doesn’t moan the words or whisper them, but they get lost in the air just the same.
I kiss her hair, her cheek, her shoulder until she brings her lips to mine and kisses me gently, but with undenied passion. And it’s only when she breaks the kiss that I tell her, I love her too.
I always have and I always will.
I don’t know that she’ll ever know just how much. She is my everything. My only. My hand moves to her belly, to the life we made together. I would do anything for my family. I will do anything and everything to make sure they will never have to be afraid. Our child won’t experience the same life we had.
I won’t allow it.
“What do you want to know?” I ask her, feeling her bare skin pressed against mine. Her hair slips through my fingers and I wait for her to ask any question and I’ll answer it. “I don’t want to lose you or lose this ever again, Chlo. If you need to know something, ask me. I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you anything.” I breathe in deep before confessing, “But you may not love me anymore when you hear the truth.”
“Sebastian, you’re crazier than I am if you think I could ever not love you. Right now I want to know where and when you’re working. I don’t like waking up alone.”
While kissing her hair and running my fingers down her back, I answer her, “I can show you one place I may be a lot.” She readjusts on the sofa, moving her small body so more of her is on top of me. I fucking love it. I love how she wants me and how she shows me that she does.
When she lifts her head, her brunette hair tumbles down her shoulder, exposing more of her and I lean forward to kiss that crook in her neck. “You love it when I kiss you here,” I whisper against her skin and she gives me a small, feminine moan of feigned protest.
With her hand splayed on my chest, she straightens and I’m forced to pull back. “I want two things,” she says, staring in my eyes.
“What two things?”
“Show me this one place. And tell me something you’ve done that you think will change things between us. Tell me the worst thing, Sebastian.”
I can’t; I won’t. I won’t willingly lose her like that.
Her baby blues are bathed in desperation when she tells me, “I want to show you what I think of that side of you. The side you like to pretend I can’t see.”
5
Chloe
“A club?” I say, and the humor of the word rests in its cadence. “Thought you were tired of clubs?” My brow arches as I look up at Bastian when he opens the doors to The Red Room for me. The second he does, the vibrations of the music hit me, and somehow the dim lighting feels even darker than the night behind us.
“It’s different when I’m not working in it,” he comments and I have to clarify, “So you’re not working here?” There’s a small sputter in my chest, afraid that he’s holding back. Afraid that he’s not going to hold up his end of the bargain. It doesn’t matter if he does or doesn’t; I’m ready to tell him what I know. And that I love him for it. I love my dark knight. He’s always been my hero.
