Page 28 of Alliance

“I need you to make me forget,” she says before I can even get another word out. “I need to forget about everything, and I think you’re the only one who can help me.”

“Lana,” I try again, searching for some logic to come to the top of my brain. Some excuse to kick her out.

“Please,” she whispers, and my heart crumbles inside my chest, turning to fucking dust. “Please, Naz, help me forget.”

My lips crash into hers with too much force, but she doesn’t care. She meets me there, her tongue warring with me, her hands reaching up to run through my hair.

I feel frantic in my need for her. I can’t kiss her enough; my hands can’t get a good enough feel of her. It’s like she’s slipping away, even though she’s right here. I need to savor every second that I have my hands on her, but I also can’t move fast enough.

My chest is pounding, my heart aching with need.

I don’t even feel the stiffness in my body, the ache in my muscles as I lift her up, letting her ass hit my countertop.

I grip the elastic of her leggings, dragging the tight material down her thighs. I want to taste her, but Ineedto feel her. I can’t move fast enough, dragging my sweats down my legs, taking my boxers with them and tossing both to the side with her leggings.

Her hands grip onto my shoulders, her nails biting into me even through the cotton t-shirt. I drag a finger through her slit, finding her already wet for me.

“Please,” she begs, and the sound rings through my ears like a beautiful fucking melody.

I don’t make her wait, instead, I bring the head of my cock to her pussy, coating it with her wetness before I slide in. She moans, the sound so fucking beautiful as I thrust into her.

I can’t get enough. The sounds she makes, the way she feels when the walls of her pussy clench around my cock.

This isn’t the same as the last time I had her in this room. If feels more frantic, more final. Like this might be the last time I ever see her, or the last time either of us live to be together.

My body is buzzing, a new found energy running through me. I’m addicted to this woman, to her soft skin and sweet smile. I’m attracted to her pain, wanting to cover her and protect her.

I want to worship her body, create a church dedicated to the angel that’s fucking me.

I want to bow down and pray to this beautiful woman every day.

But I know that once we finish, she’ll walk out that door and I’ll never see her again.

And that’s the way it has to be.

I thrust into her harder, listening to the soft cries that leave her lips. “Naz,” she pants. “I’m so close.” Her voice is breathless, her words coming out in a husky whine.

I bring my finger to her core, dragging her juices to her clit and rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves. Her eyes squeeze shut, her breath coming out in short pants.

“Look at me,” I demand. “Fucking look at me, Lana. I want you to see only me when you cum. I want you to remember this, remember the way you cry for my cock, the way your pussy grips on to me like you’ve never been fucked this good. Am I the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

She doesn’t answer, instead she heaves a breath, and I can feel her tightening around me, so goddamn close.

“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me, baby. Has anyone ever fucked you like me?”

“No,” she breathes out. “No one’s ever fucked me this good.” She barely has the words out before she crashes over the edge of her orgasm. Her eyes close so tightly and her breath comes out in harsh pants.

The sight of her coming undone around my cock is enough to push me over to the edge to my own release. I pull out just in time, gripping my cock in a tight vise while I let the ropes of my cum paint her legs like a beautiful fucking canvas.

We’re both panting, gripping onto each other and the countertop. Her hazel eyes find mine and she doesn’t have to say a word for me to know exactly what she’s thinking. I can’t let her go, even though I know I need to. Even though I need to walk away, protect myself, and my family. Even though I can still feel the bruises, the aches in my body from the last time I fucked up.

And still, even with all of that, I can’t let her go that easily.

I think she might be worth saving.

Or dying for.

Chapter Fourteen

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