Page 80 of Hollyhocks

“You promise?” he asks, scooting closer. “You promise that I’m your mate? You can’t leave me? You’ll love me, always. No matter what. Because I have never been in love with anyone before, and I’m in love with you. I survived once with everything ripped away from me but if you leave…I wouldn’t want to survive in this world again.”

I hiss at the thought of us ever being a part. “Not even death could keep me away. I’ve crossed Purgatory for you once and I will always do it again if it means I get to be by your side. I am yours until the universe ends. My phantom will be your shadow for all eternity. You’ll never be alone again. In life or death. My bones ache to be in your gravity because you are the only thing that can keep me grounded.”

“I’ve never had that before.”

“I know.” I press my forehead against his. “But you are the roots in my heart. You are the part of me that is human. You are my sixth DNA.”

He comes in slow, testing to see if I want a kiss.

There will never be a time when I don’t.

I’m wildly in love with a monster DNA experiment and she’s better than any dream.

I’m in the kitchen, dancing on my feet to no music. I’ve never felt lighter or happier in my entire life. I knew dreams existed, I did, but they don’t for me. I had made peace with that.

Then, Holly happened.

I finally have my dream.

I plop the pan on the stove, pour a dash of olive oil in there, and turn the knob to get the metal hot. The coffee beeps signaling that it is done.

“Perfect. Perfect,” I say to myself when I flip the bacon.

“You are far from a morning person. I should know. I’ve watched you wake up in the grouchiest of moods.”

I crack an egg on the side of the pan and give her a wink before the egg begins to sizzle. “I think all I needed was a reason to startgetting up in the mornings, Wildflower.” I put the lid on the pan to cover the egg, so it cooks perfectly.

She’s standing on the side of the island, arms crossed as if she’s cold. I groan when I see her in my shirt. All of that silky lavender skin is bright against the stark black of the Snapdragons Garage shirt she has on. It falls to her knees and the sleeves fall off her shoulders.

“Goddamn. I’ve never seen that shirt look so fucking good before.”

She blushes, her cheeks turning a darker shade of purple. “I love your shirts. They are so cozy, and they smell like you. I can’t help myself.”

She tugs the collar to her nose and inhales. “Home.”

I tug her to me and cup her delicate face in my hands, knowing she’s far from fragile. “Home, Wildflower. We’re finally home.” I kiss her deeply, my hands roaming down her wings. She’s cut holes for them in this shirt.

That’s fine. I’ll buy her all the Snapdragons Garage shirts we have if she wants.

I can’t help myself, I get a handful of her ass and squeeze. Memories from last night flood my mind, and I remember grabbing her ass as I slid in to the hilt.

“Fuck, you look so fucking good.” I cup the back of her head and pull her into a kiss.

Picking her up, I sit her on the counter. We knock over a few bowls, but I don’t care. Our mouths move together as I lift the shirt to her hips.

“No underwear. You filthy fucking girl,” I growl, spreading her legs apart so I can see her gorgeous cunt.

She’s wet.

I scoot her to the edge of the counter and drop to my knees. Her legs wrap around my neck, and I waste no time diving in. I suck her clit into my mouth, commanding a loud roar frommy mate as she tosses her head back. Her fingers roam through my hair, gripping at the roots when I insert two fingers into her dripping wet cunt.

It’s the first time I can feel the suckers with my hands. Her tentacles reach out for me, wrapping around my neck like they did yesterday. They tighten around my throat, cutting off my ability to breathe ever so slightly.

I reach down with my free hand and grab my cock, stroking myself while I finger fuck her. The suckers are soft, warm, and wet. Sizes vary between them too; every round edge feels different than the other. It’s as if my tongue is getting massaged.

Her cries have me tugging on my cock faster, wanting to join her in bliss when she rips my head back by the roots of my hair.

“Don’t you dare come if you want to be a good boy. I don’t want you to waste a drop. You need to be inside me when you do.”

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