Page 89 of Diem

When I clutch the globes between my fingers, he groans, his skin breaking out in delicious goosebumps. My nipples, already painfully tight, tingle and I suppress a shiver.

Abruptly he turns toward me, and I step back, staring into his intense dark eyes filled with fire. They drop to the cotton shirt clinging to me obscenely before he grabs me in his arms and drops his lips over mine.

His tongue is warm and wet, and my knees give out when he clutches my ass, kneading the skin roughly between his large hands.

Grabbing onto his arms, as much to hold me up as anything else, I moan when he pulls back. The intensity of his probing stare sends a flush through me, and I arch into him, begging for the release I know he can give me.

After a beat though, I pull back because he makes no move to finish what he started. With a curl of unease, I go to cover my breasts and his eyes soften taking on an almost pained expression. Tracing my wet hair back from my face, he rasps, “You’re so beautiful.”

Although the words please me, I huff out a bewildered laugh because I’m not beautiful. I’m…I don’t know but beautiful is not it.

“I’m nothing but a series of stupid mistakes,” I say and his mouth curls into a devilish smile.

“And every single one is sexy as hell,” he says, pushing me against the wall and pulling a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” I cry out, bowing off the wall.

“So sweet,” he groans, grabbing the ends of his shirt and pulling the fabric up to my waist.

“Diem,” I gasp when he runs his fingers through my nether lips.

“More, sweet?”

Nodding, I buck into him as he thrusts two fingers inside, pumping steadily. His brilliant stare drops to where we’re joined. It’s so hot to see the need behind his eyes, and I moan my disappointment, when he pulls free only to catch my breath when he traces his fingers over the new wound on my wrist.

My heart jumps into my throat at his stormy expression, as he caresses my skin, and I only let loose the breath I was holding when he shows me his pleasure by pulling back and stroking his erection.

“C’mere,” he says huskily, lifting me into his arms and surging into me.

Moaning, I tip my head against the wall and arch into him. He feels so good inside of me, and I revel in the sensations. He makes me feel alive, and it’s the new drug I crave above all else. With a pulse, I panic at the thought, but it fades in the wake of his thrusts, pleasure spiraling through me so quickly I forget the pain.

“So tight and good,” he moans, pumping into me rapidly and with each brutal thrust, I race toward orgasm, desperate cries falling from my lips.

When I’m at the edge, he says roughly, “Look at me.”

Flashing my eyes to his, I surge over and cream around him, watching with an ache in my chest when he surges into me and bottoms out.

His mouth pulls back in a feral snarl as he empties inside of me. All the while, he stares into my eyes with a look that causes my heart to clench. When I can take no more, I turn my head away while he pants against my chest.

Unwilling to analyze the intimacy of the moment, I focus on my slow steady breaths until he pulls from me, groaning under his breath. After, he cradles me against him a moment before dropping me to my feet and pushing me into the spray.

Bemused, I stand achingly still as he helps me remove the wet shirt and proceeds to grab the shampoo before washing my long strands. After, he gently washes the lines and planes of my body and I ignore the brutal clench of my heart as he cares for me in a way no one ever has. It’s amazing and wonderful but I caution my heart against it and him. For I can’t bear to think of how he can crush me if I allow it.

Although maybe it’s too late for that because I always want more.

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With a bewildered twist in my heart, I watch Diem standing in the kitchen, flipping pancakes, and shaking his mighty fine ass to the tune of Tone Loc.

He pours coffee, plunking a cup down in front of me with a smirk and with a playful roll of my eyes, I grab the mug greedily, inhaling the rich scent.

He’s acting nice and normal which is kind of freaking me out, probably because I’m waiting for the hammer that usually follows. Suddenly dizzy, I close my eyes against the influx of weird sensations assaulting me.

This is like before when I thought he cared for me, even if only as the littler sister he never had. What happened between now and then? How can he prance around the kitchen as though there isn’t a shit load of garbage between us, most of which he laid at my feet?

While Diem finishes the pancakes, I fight the memories of doing things like this when we were kids, but they assault me, anyway. I knew their absence hurt but the enormity of the betrayal I felt and still feel makes its presence known and I bow my head.

My soul burns while my heart beats with a bubble of happiness and I try to push past the roiling emotions when Diem sits beside me. He smiles, passing me the syrup and my gut clenches. I can’t go through this again. I can’t be his punching bag anymore because he’s doing the worst possible thing he can, he’s giving me hope.

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