Page 197 of Overcast

That I never desire to leave.

That home is in those woods he dragged me through and promised to protect me in.

Marty’s hands slide underneath my back as he wraps his palms around my shoulder blades, hurling me faster against his hard body. It’s as though he’s trying to make sure that not a shred of him isn’t inside.

I hold on, not only for dear life but because he’s it—my new existence.

Feeling the build-up of my release, I reach up to cup Marty’s face, studying him like I would the first time.

He’s perfect.

A flawless jawline, the rugged stubble that lies there and on his cheeks. The beautiful hazel eyes that I can’t see right now in the darkness but are burnt to memory.

“Fuck, baby,” Marty quakes. “Tell me you’re almost there because I’m about to lose it.” I drag him by his face, stopping centimeters from my lips.

“Slow down,” I whisper, which he immediately does. “And feel how whole we fit together. How tightly I feel around—”

“You’re not helping,” he scolds off a shaky breath. “Tell me something—fuck, I don’t know disgusting.”

“You mean the way you always want to fuck me?” He bites down on my lower lip, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.

“Understatement—” One of his hands comes between us, and he locates one of my nipples, thumbing it in circles. “—I want to devour you and hear you scream my name every second of every single fucking day.”

“Then make it happen,” I reply before he begins to move quicker again. “Because I never wish to leave.”

“Are you promising forever, sweetheart?”

I nod. “Yes. Forever.”

“Fuck, come for me—hard. I want my name, baby. Make sure—” He immerses so deep that it knocks out my next breath. “—that it’s loud. That you mean it. And that it’s my dick you’ll never forget.”

“God, Marty.”

“One or the other.” His relentless pounding into me has me arching into him, forgetting what I had just said because I’m chasing my own high. “Which one?”

Lips find my throat, licking a wet trail up to my chin. I want him to kiss me, but he doesn’t, waiting for my response. His slowing down is what brings my attention to him, biding his time.

“What?”

“Me or God,” he states nonchalantly.

“You,” I snap. “Now move, please.” His hips torturously propel forward and back, calculating how he’s going to fuck me and how hard. “Marty.“

“Ah.” I can hear the smile in his tone. “Now, you’re ready to break apart with me.”

And I do—violently a few seconds later. His name and my shuddered moans are the only things I remember until Marty’s body weight crashes down on mine.

He wraps me in his arms and hauls my frame into his heaving chest, our sweaty bodies clinging tightly to each other.

“Don’t forget how much you drive me wild,” he mutters in my hair, following it with a brush of his lips. “You’re the most perfect thing in my life.”

I snuggle closer, pressing my cheek into his chest. “You are painstakingly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He chuckles as we lay there together, listening to the soft crashes of the waves outside.

Nothing will ever beat this.

Ever.

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