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“Remind me,” I whisper. “Remind me that I’m yours.”
With a low growl, he picks me up in his strong arms and settles me on the edge of the desk. There’s a clatter to my left as he tosses his gun down. Nudging my legs apart, he positions himself between them and takes my face between his hands. Silver is spilling in through a gap in the blinds, highlighting the savage slant of his cheekbone and the strength of his jaw. I run my fingers over his skin, committing every contour to memory.
“I felt them.” He presses his forehead into mine, as if pushing all the bad memories away. “Every kick, every punch, every word.”
“Make it better.” My voice is shaking as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Drive all their ugliness out of me.”
“No part of you couldeverbeugly,” he says, breathing hot words against my skin. “Not now. Not ever. You will always be perfection.”
“Even when I’m broken?”
“Especiallywhen you’re broken.” His hand trails to my knees, skimming the scarred and swollen joints still aching from my fall earlier. “You broke forus, Ada, and that makes you the fucking moon and the stars.” With this, he kisses me, taking my mouth with a brutality that makes me gasp, sweeping his tongue over every inch, as if this ishisway of committing me to memory.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, we fall back against the desk, and he’s reaching in between us to hitch up my dress and rip open his belt.
“Fuck…”
The hunger in his voice makes me want him more. His fingers brush against my aching pussy as he rips his jeans down, inciting a flood of wetness between my legs.
God, I need him so much. It’s insanity. It’s life and death. It’s paradise.
“Hurry,” I urge as he tears my underwear down my legs and slides the head of his cock the length of my slit. I have no idea how long we have before Kirill returns, but I’ll die if I don’t feel him inside me tonight.
“Still wet for me, Ada,” he says harshly. “Still so fucking wet for me like a good girl.” And then he sinks into my body on a ragged breath, stretching me wide with his size, conquering and claiming until I feel every throbbing inch of him.
“Where have you been, Frankie?”He’s so deep he’s pressing against my cervix, but it’s the sweetest ache.
“Waiting for you.” He pulls out slowly and then slams back into me. He does this a couple more times until I’m breathless and hurting in all the best ways.
He tells me about the man he’s become in the way he fucks me, holding me down with a hand to my throat and acting ruthless in his possession as filthy words slip from his mouth that have my back arching and my body in flames—about how he’s going to fill my pussy with his cum, so that I’ll be dripping for the next week, and afterwards how’s he’s going to paint my lips with it so the only thing I’ll taste is him. Then, he’s stealing my breath away with his violent thrusts and jerking his hips to hit the best spot. Keeping me a prisoner right on the edge…
His hand clenches around my throat, and I see stars in the darkness. In response, my pussy spasms around his cock, stealing curses and groans from his mouth.
Hard. Fast. Brutal. Reckless.
This is more than we were before. This is us now, with all our flaws and imperfections, baggage, and courage.
“Jesus…Fuck.” His other hand crashes down next to my head as he starts to thicken and jerk inside me. “Come for me, Ada,” he adds with a groan, but I’m there already. Core on fire. Freefalling into a void. The next thing I know, his mouth is on mine again, and he’s swallowing every note of my pleasure.
Two more vicious thrusts later and he’s coming too. Flooding me, like he said he would. It’s spilling out around his cock as he pulls out, and then he’s driving back inside me one last time, making a filthy mess of me like he promised.
I want to be his whore, his white dove, his everything.
Releasing his hold on my throat, he covers the skin with soft kisses before lifting me up into his arms and holding me close to him.
Locking us together.
Catching our breath together.
There are so many things we need to say. There’s a whole decade and a half to share and mourn, but for now this is the only thing that matters.
Chest to chest.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
I’m not a butterfly in a parallel life anymore.
I’m right where I need to be.
