Page 53 of Always Right

But I meant it.

I meant every single letter.

Derek scoffed. “Right back at you,” he muttered before he smashed his lips with mine.

He’s fucking done, too.

There was no tenderness in his kiss, no love. My arms reached up to his neck, pulling him to me as his arms surrounded my body, tracing every inch of me with his rough touch. My doubts had destroyed the Derek who wanted to show me he loved me, leaving only a man desperate to purge his soul of the pain I’d left behind. His tongue thrust into my mouth and my fingers pulled on his hair as our mouths moved in sync, together...fighting a war both of us were destined to lose. He pulled on my t-shirt, tossing it to the floor while his mouth latched on to a nipple.

I refused to make a sound, but my body responded to his touch willingly, holding on to him as if he was the only thing that grounded me. His hand landed on my throat and my eyes fluttered open, stunned at the dominating touch.

“You have to stop me now.” His voice was raw, unrestrained.

I swallowed thickly, barely able to breathe at the anger and desire in his green eyes. “Or what?”

His hand dipped underneath my panties, and he groaned, the sound primal as he found me wet and ready for him, just as needy to have him inside me as he was.

“Because if you don’t stop me now, I will fuck you.” I let out a shaky breath, holding his gaze as he slid a finger inside me, pressing on my clit with the palm of his hand. “I will fuck it all out of you.” He leaned in, nipping at my earlobe as he spoke. “And then I’m going to make love to you until you can’t remember why the hell you’re angry in the first place.”

His words fueled me. I pulled on his shirt until the buttons gave out, flying across the room and I kissed him again, letting myself get lost in him...in everything Derek was to me.

My savior, my damnation.

The reason for my pain...and the only one who could heal it. He lifted me up and my legs surrounded his waist as he walked with me in his arms until I landed on a hard surface. It wasn’t until he pulled away, unbuckling his belt that I realized we were in the kitchen. Derek slid my panties down my legs, burying his fingers deep inside me before kneeling in front of me for the second time that night.

I wanted to stop him, I wanted to push him away, but his tongue darted out, tasting me and licking me before I could say a word and it dawned on me how quickly he was going to make me lose control. I moaned at the feel of his mouth on me, my hands gripping the edge of the table to keep me upright, watching him even though it would be my undoing. His eyes were closed, and in that moment, I realized there was nothing more erotic than his face between my legs, his sole focus to bring me pleasure. My hands held him close to me, and I bit down on my lip, containing my moans though soft whimpers still managed to leave my lips. His eyes opened, meeting mine with satisfaction when he found me panting above him. He buried his fingers inside of me again, his mouth and touch holding me captive as they continued their assault on my body.

“You’re going to come for me, Hannah. You’re going to scream my name. Right, baby?”

I whimpered…and I wished I could have fought it but when my legs began to tremble, I nodded. I pulled him closer to my wet core even though he didn’t show any signs of slowing down. I let out a moan and my breathing turned shallow as the waves of pleasure began washing over me and Derek not once tore his gaze from me.

“Fuck…Derek…,” I cried out, throwing my head back as the current hit me like a tidal wave. He groaned, holding my trembling body against him as if he couldn’t get enough.

He stood up then, kissing me, stealing my breath once again with his passion, with everything he gave me. My hands fumbled with his belt, lowering his pants with clumsiness but he didn’t seem to care. He was hard and he let out a hiss when I dropped to my knees, gliding my tongue over him. His hand tangled in my hair as I took him into my mouth, holding eye contact with him throughout.

Derek groaned, his hips thrusting into my mouth as he tried to restrain himself. Knowing I was making him lose control just as much made me feel powerful.

Beautiful.

He threw his head back, allowing me to continue but only for a few more seconds. He forced me to my feet, kissing me, control out the window for both of us.

I’d gladly take everything he wanted to give me. His teeth nipped at my lips, at my neck, biting and kissing and ravishing me with his mouth. We were done pretending, done fighting it. Derek pulled away from me, turning me around and bending me over the table. His arm came around my body, holding me flush against him as his cock brushed over my wet core.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered in my ear as he pushed inside me. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut at the intrusion, my body stretching for him like it had many times before. “I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that ever again. I’m going to make sure it’s so fucking engrained in your head it’s all you can think about.”

I moaned as he buried himself to the hilt, his hands on my hips bruising and his words...his words so damn true.

He thrust against me like he was purging his soul. He pushed into me like he hated me, like he couldn’t contain himself anymore. It was too familiar, too right...too perfect to fight. I gave into him, moans spilling from my lips with every movement of his hips, with every one of his encouraging words. He fit inside me so perfectly, it was hard to wonder how I could ever think this was wrong.

His hand gripped my hair and pulled my head back, the pain and pleasure bringing me close to the edge along with the sound of his grunts behind me. The sound of skin against skin filled the house and it didn’t matter, nothing else did, not anymore as he made me his once again, reminding me of everything we were...of everything we could be. His other hand reached around my body, thrumming my clit gently, a clear contrast to his hard thrusts but it wasn’t until he pressed a kiss at the nape of my neck that I realized what he wanted to extend the moment as much as he could.

“Derek, please,” I whispered, my hand covering the one he had between my legs, hoping it would steer him on. He let out a shaky breath, pressing a kiss near my ear. The other hand went to my neck again, his grip around my body tight as he pushed into me.

“I love you.” My eyes squeezed shut at his words. I whimpered, the words too much for my heart to handle as he picked up the pace, his fingers finally moving against my clit...the mixture of emotions mounting. “I love you...I love you...I love you...”

Every thread of control I tried to hold on to snapped.

Every hope I had of ignoring my feelings for him faded as he whispered the words into my ear, over and over.

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