Page 37 of Found In Destruction

“I heard you and Az in the hallway. He didn’t tell you how he knew I still wanted you–which I do–there was never any question about it. The guys and I had a meeting a while back where we brainstormed ways to get you back…”

“And your genius idea was to act like a smacked ass?” she snapped.

“Not intentionally.You left because you wanted space from us. We all epically fucked up, and I didn’t want to smother you or force you into forgiving me until you were ready. My plan was to keep a solid presence–wait for you like I said I would– and you’d see I’m a constant in your life and come to me when you were ready.”

“You came off as uninterested, there was no effort at all. You barely spoke to me, and I would have preferred you get in my face and try to prove you’ve changed…” she looked away from me, and I felt her hesitation.

“What else? Don’t hold back from me, I want to know how you feel,” I encouraged her. We spent our entire relationship holding back, and I was done with it.

“You come off as cold sometimes. You’re not a super romantic or a touchy-feely guy, and I often get the impression you’d rather be working–sometimes it’s like you’re in your own little world when you’re right in front of me. My ex always made me feel like I wasn’t worth the trouble, and I thought you felt the same way. Then I saw you with her, and all my worst fears came to life.”

I stepped into her space, until our lips almost touched. “You’re wortheverythingto me, dollface. Everything reminds me of you, because you consume me, heart and mind. The only reason I work so hard is for you, so you’re safe from an enemy Iknowis difficult to defeat. I’m sorry I didn’t convey that to you—I’m just not good with words.” I inhaled deeply, then breathed out, preparing myself to bear a truth that was hard to say. “Every moment without you has been complete agony, worse than when I was hung on Red’s nymphwood cross and left to die. I’m not perfect, and I don’t always say or do the right things. I gave you too much space, and I didn’t read the situation right, but know that I’ll always love you. I just show it differently.”

Her eyes welled with tears again as a shy smile spread across her face. I caressed her cheek, tilting her jaw so I had perfect access to her petal soft lips. Fuck it, I needed her now and I was done giving her space and waiting. I didn’t care that she may still be upset with me. I had to kiss her, because if I couldn’t tell her how I felt, I could damn well show her.

Our lips met, with each kiss more passionate than before. Diana was ravenous, consuming me whole with every meeting of our mouths, every swipe of her tongue against my own. My shadows swirled around us, binding her to me as I backed her into the living room wall. Kissing down her neck, I licked her collarbone, reveling in the salty taste of her skin.

“Fuck, I’m going to tear this dress to shreds, dollface. I need you, take it off,” I begged her.

She waved her hand, and I heard the clink of the zipper opening down her back. Her dress fell to the floor, revealing a body I’ve craved since the day I met her–thick thighs that touched, rounded hips, and breasts that begged to be bitten and sucked until she cried for me to stop. My shadows circled her waist, then trailed up her sides. They weaved around her breasts, tickling her nipples.

“Please, Desmond,” she slowly sighed. The need in her voice had my dick so hard it almost hurt.

I hiked her legs around my waist, gripping her ass in my hands to keep her flush to me. My shadows wrapped around her throat, and she licked her lips. Fuck, she was so bad. So willing. She drove me fucking nuts.

“Won’t last long,” I warned her as I bit and sucked on every free inch of skin I could reach.

“I don’t care, just get inside me, please,” she begged.

I should have prepared her, been romantic and made love to her in bed with the lights dimmed. But I was so desperate to be inside her and feel every inch of her tight heat. I wanted to hear her moans and breathy sighs, the way she said my name when we were so deep in our own pleasure we couldn’t think straight.

One single thrust inside was enough to make her eyes widen. She whimpered as I waited inside of her a few seconds, at least giving her the mercy to adjust before I lost myself in her. Gripping her hair, I drove inside her in rhythmic, deep movements that had her panting, speaking gibberish as little unh, unh, unhs escaped her lips. Her hands roamed up my chest before they grabbed my shoulders and her nails dug into me for dear life.

“Oh fuck, Des,fuck.” she gasped.

When I looked into her blue eyes, I saw pure adoration. This woman truly loved me, and I almost lost her. As I thrust inside her, I vowed to never lose her again, to do whatever it took to keep her.

Her pussy tightened around me like a vise, setting off my own climax. We came together as I buried my face into the crook of her neck and inhaled the peppery perfume she wore. My knot swelled, locking us together, so I faded us into her bed to be more comfortable.

Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her lips and watched over her as her breathing deepened and she drifted off into a light sleep. I felt her exhales brush my chest, and the small detail warmed me. How I existed these past months–drinking, avoidance, and distance–was nothing compared to how my dollface made me feel.

Desmond, where are you and Diana?! I need a location and confirmation that both of you are safe,Ares shouted through the mindlink.

“What’s happening?” Diana groused as she rolled away from me, onto her stomach.

We’re in her bed, safe. What’s going on?

Get dressed and get down here, Red’s forces attacked en-mass. They knew about the ball. Someone fucking snitched.Ares’ Greek accent was thick in his rage.

I smacked her ass to wake her up and snapped my fingers, dressing her in something similar to what she wore at training yesterday. “Rise and shine, sleepy head. Red’s army decided to crash the party!”

She shot out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. As if she could read my mind, she grabbed my hand and faded us right into the ballroom in the middle of the action.

“What the actual fuck?!” she shouted, drawing attention to herself from the opposition.

The soldiers wore head to toe black. Some of them wore black masks, while others had fully visible, shifted faces. It was hard to discern what kinds of supernaturals they were.

“Diana, be carefu–” I tried to warn her before a masked soldier shot her with a blast of neon orange magic.

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