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ten
There’s a ringing of a phone. Not mine, but I can hear it coming from somewhere very close by.
Too close, and I swipe a hand out to swipe it—shut the damn thing off.
“I’m going to need that, love.” Nicholas chuckles. He’s beside me but not on the bed, and I reach a hand out to his pillow. A cold pillow. How long has he been up? “Open your gorgeous grey eyes, babe. Let me see you.”
“No.”
“Please.” A finger runs up my naked back, and goose bumps arise. “I’m missing my girl.”
There’s a hint of melancholy in his voice that makes no sense, and I crack open one eye. Immediately, I wish I hadn’t. The stinging rays of sunshine burn my retinas. “Oh, God. Please close that.” Whimpering, I bury my head in the pillow. “Why are you up so early anyways? Come back to bed and snuggle.”
Higher, his fingers walk up my neck and then scratch my scalp. I’m almost purring with how good it feels. “It’s almost eleven, Mila. That, and I am starving.”
Eleven? Jesus. It feels as if we just went to sleep. Nick was insatiable, and I’m no better. In between a few glasses of champagne and a catnap, we made love well into the night.
“Are you sure it’s so late?” Sore, sleepy, and starving myself, I hedge. Hoping that he saw the wrong time and I can crash for a few hours. The days are dwindling, and I’m in no rush to face reality.
I’d rather hide away with him and ignore the elephant that grows larger each day.
The padding of his feet follows him across the room, and the swish of a closing curtain follows. At once, the light inside dims and the uncomfortable sensitivity in my eyes ceases.
“Better?”
“Yes.” Flipping over onto my back, I open my eyes and search out his muscled form.
“Fuck.” Not sure if that came from me or him, but within seconds the towel around his waist falls to the floor and my thighs part.
Like a dangerous predator stalking his prey, he crawls up the bed with his hungry eyes on mine. The muscles in his back and arms flex with each precise movement, his cock hard and throbbing in my direction.
He stops as the bulbous tip grazes my slit. “Are you in pain?” It’s sweet that he asks, and even though I am sore, I want him again.
“I want you.”
“Baby, I—”
“I’m sore, but happier than I’ve ever been. We need this.” I pull him closer, and he falls perfectly inside the cradle of my hips. His girth parts my lips, the tip pressing against my clit. If I shift my hips just right, he’ll slip inside. “I want to remember these moments when you leave. Feel you each time I move, and know that when you return, you’ll remind me over and over that I am owned.”
“Knowing you are waiting for me will help me get through each day.” A tiny flex of his hips, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Hold him to me. “I love you, Mila. Can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I promise, this is my last leave without you coming with me.”
“But—”
“We’ll figure it out, but it’s my last.” Nick shifts, and the first inch slides in. Just the head, and my walls clamp down. It seems that all he has to do is touch me and I’m close. It shocks me—pleasure crawls up my limbs, and my core throbs. My walls pulsate—I want him in deeper.
To consume me.
“So fucking wet,” he grunts, pushing past my tight hold. A sharp thrust, and he’s buried to the hilt.
The pleasure of having him inside is indescribable. I feel whole.
“Baby,” is all I manage to get out before a scream catches in my throat. He pulls out—eyes holding mine—and slams back in.
“Again. Squeeze me like that again,” he demands, hands pinning my hips down while he pumps into me at a lazy pace, just enough to keep me on edge.
“Make me,” I moan, fingernails digging into his bicep. I’m so close, and he knows this. “Or better yet…can you?”
Those hazel eyes I love narrow, and his pupils dilate. There’s an angry snarl, a curve of his lip that tells me I will be more than fucked properly for that last remark.
