Page 23 of Bells

My chest constricted at her words. “Did you. . ?”

“I was angry at you. I wanted it to hurt you. Does it hurt?”

I swallowed thickly. “Yeah, it fucking hurts, Bells.”

“Does it change anything?” Her eyes skirted over my face.

I breathed out. “I. . . no.”

“What if I told you who it was?”

“I don’t fucking want to know,” I whispered, wiping quickly at my eyes. “If you did, then you did. I still love you. I don’t want you to go. I’m here. Nothing will change it. Not a name. Not shit. Regardless. . .” my voice trailed off as my chest ached with the knowledge of what she’d done and how fucking sad I was. Not just emotionally, but sad as an excuse for a fucking human.

But I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted her. I loved her.

“Yeah?” She turned and ran her lips along my jaw. “You still love me?”

I let out a breath, desperate for her warmth. “Yes. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Mm, prove it to me.”

“How?” I brushed my lips against hers, my heart banging hard. Fuck, I’d missed her. It had only been a few days, but I felt like my entire world had been crushed and the oxygen sucked out. I didn’t know what the hell was the matter with me or why I was so damn clingy, but I was. I needed her. I fucking felt it in my soul.But I was also so afraid of her because now I was hurting even more at what she’d done.

I knew the power she wielded over my heart, as pathetic as that sounded. Over my damn mind. She could drive me crazy with just a smile, and she could shatter me with just a few words.

“Fuck me,” she said, kissing me gently. “Show me how much you want me.”

Gladly.

Within moments, we were both naked and breathing hard as we touched one another.

“I don’t have anything,” I whispered. “Do you?”

“You’re proving it to me, remember?” she asked softly as she cradled my face.

I swallowed hard. “Bells. . . we need protection.”

“Not if you love me and really want me. Not if you forgive me.”

I knew what she was asking. I stared down at her, my cock so hard it hurt. I just wanted to be deep inside her where I could hide and bury my pain.

If I did this. . .

It could be forever. Something that would never leave me because she couldn’t. We’d be bound forever.

I pushed deep into her wet heat, my cock bare and practically weeping joy.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, feeling her warmth engulf me. Fucking girls bare wasn’t something I ever did, but this was meant to be. I knew it was. “You’re on something, right?”

I pulled out and pushed my way back inside her, relishing in the feeling.

“Yes. I am. It feels good,” she said, clinging to me.

“Fuck yeah it does.” I thrust in and out of her, relaxing a little. “So fucking good.”

“I want you to come inside me,” she said breathlessly, jutting her hips up to meet my deep thrusts. She let out a moan as her pussy began to tighten around me.

Fuck it. Fuck it all.

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