Page 118 of Tamed By You

Sensing he needs me to be vulnerable here I open up, I owe him that much. “I’ve always wanted you, needed you. It just took me a while to realize that. I thought I was protecting you by pushing you away, but I was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead, and I close my eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Yeah, I do. I should have known you were different. I think I knew from the moment I met you, and that’s why I pushed you away. But I’m done pushing you away, H, but…”

“But what, baby, tell me, and I’ll do my best to make it better,” he begs, his hands still cupping my face.

“I need to know I’m not completely fragile, that…that he didn’t take everything from me. I need to know we are still us…”

Not needing to elaborate his tongue peeks out and swipes across his bottom lip. A deep rumble comes from his chest as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Are you sure? We go at your pace, okay? You are in control here,” he reassures.

“Yes, I’ve spent years trying to get rid of his touch and you’ve been the only one to do that. The only man to ever make me forget and feel whole.”

I reach for his face, loving the roughness of his five-o clock shadow against my skin. I’ve never felt so vulnerable yet safe.But it’s now or never. This is what we need. The final piece I need to put me back together to be the person I was.

“Just… just show me I’m not broken. Make me yours again.”

Chapter Fifty-Six

Harry

“… make me yours again.”

Her words are my undoing. I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding her so tightly, fearing this is a dream. All I’ve ever wanted is for Ali to be mine. In London, she felt like she was mine. When she left, she took a part of me with her, leaving a hole in my heart. One I hadn’t realized was there until suddenly she wasn’t there to fill it anymore.

It’s amazing how one person can change your life. How one person has the power to make you feel things you thought you were incapable of feeling. But that’s what she does. I hadn’t realized how much of my own wall I had up. How I was scared to let myself fall for someone, but with her it wasn’t a choice. I couldn’t have stopped it even if I tried. The past couple of months have been a living nightmare, but in the past few weekslittle by little, she’s started to come back to me, and now, having her here in my arms wanting me to want her back is all I’ve hoped for, and I’m determined to make this memorable for both of us. I need her to see she is anything but broken. To me she is everything.

I head for the couch, sitting and keeping her on top of me. I meant what I said. She will set the pace. Whatever she wants. I’ve longed for this connection with her again, but I’ll go at whatever pace she’s comfortable with.

Weaving my fingers in her hair I pull her in for a kiss. Letting her know I’m all in with her. Brushing my lips with hers lazily, teasing her tongue with mine, wanting to drag this feeling out. Not wanting to rush. I need her to feel at ease. She pulls away and I worry I’ve pushed her too far but when I look at her hooded eyes, I know she wants this.

“What do you want, Ali baby.” My voice is like gravel, my need evident in just the tone.

“Take off my clothes.” I swallow, my mouth suddenly uncomfortably dry. Conscious not to rush this I hook my fingers beneath the hem of her sweatshirt and lift it above her head. She lifts her arms, and it comes off in one smooth move.

My eyes widen when I notice her staple pink laced bra and my tongue swipes along my bottom lip.

“More,” she whispers. I lift her and place her on her feet once again, hooking my fingers into the hem of her sweatpants and rolling them down her smooth thighs till they reach the ground. She steps out and my eyes travel the length of her body, soaking in every perfect curve of hers. Her matching pink thong has my cock straining painfully against the fabric of my briefs.

“Ali, you are… beautiful, I…” Lost for words I tug her towards me, lifting her back on my lap, holding onto her hips as she cups my face. She places a chaste kiss to my lips and whispers. “Take it off, all of it…”

My hands stroke up her back, dusting her soft skin, goosebumps scattering as I find the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and pulling it away from her body. Her perfectly shaped breasts falling free.

I look up at her eyes, checking this is okay, that we aren’t going too fast. She nods.

“Kiss me,” she asks softly.

“Where? ”

“Here.” She breathes, dragging her hands over her breasts. I pull her close, my tongue peeking out and licking her nipple and she gasps. I suck and swirl over and over again. She cradles the back of my head as her own rolls in pleasure, her blonde waves tickling the back of my hands that hold her in place. Her little moans spur me on, taking the other nipple in my mouth and repeating my movements.

“Yes, more,” she hisses. I suck harder, my arousal growing and no doubt becoming evident as she rocks her hips over my growing cock. With every flick of my tongue, she rotates her hips a little harder, griding down on me and a moan escapes me. I release her nipple and kiss that sensitive spot between her neck and collarbone, peppering kisses up her neck till my mouth finds hers.

“You are perfect, every part of you,” I say between kisses.

“I need you,” she pants.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” I don’t want to mess this up, I need to take my time with her, this is the turning point in our relationship. The chance to heal and put our broken pieces back together. This is where we come back together, not just physically, but emotionally.

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