Page 81 of Believe In Us

I use her newfound willingness to be in my arms to turn her around, swaying her body in front of me and moving so I’m hovering over her. I slowly set her down on the soft, grainy sand,my body enveloping her in a blanket of heat and muscle. She flinches as her back touches the wet sand, her eyes fluttering slightly, long lashes blinking at me, iridescent irises watching me carefully. Her cheeks darken, a rosy flush covering them while her lips plump and open await my next move.

I don’t think twice, I don’t give her time to think either as I bring my mouth down to her, taking her lips in a passionate and spellbinding kiss. Or maybe it’s me who’s under the spell because the moment our lips connect, my baby takes over reaching her arms around my back and clawing as they slide up and down. Her tongue assaults, me savagely moving inside my mouth, wrapping around mine, my metal ring grazing her tenderly. Her legs move to wrap around my waist, pulling me in closer to her, my dick grinding against her needy, heated center. I could die right now and my life’s purpose would have been fulfilled.

Though when her lips leave mine I instantly feel alone, empty without her searing touch. “You’re wrong you know,” she whispers against my mouth, her voice thick and coated in arousal. Her tongue grazes the stubble on my chin as she bites down softly, but hard enough to make a mark. I groan as I push into her, closing my eyes and praying that by some miracle our clothes disappear leaving us bare and skin to skin. “I’m not the damsel waiting to be rescued by the hero of the story,” she shakes her head, a low, sultry chuckle escaping her. “I’m the real threat, the honorable villain hiding behind the disguise of a damsel who needs to be saved. I’m the savage beast, the monster creeping in the dark of night waiting for the perfect moment to come out and attack. When the characters are at their most vulnerable, that’s when I strike. Like a starved wolf in the night going in for its next kill. Unexpecting and unapologetic.”

I shake my head disapproving of her response, sucking against her neck, “Tsk, tsk, that’s where you’re wrong Jade. There is not one villainous bone in your body. Nothing about you which makes you the dangerous culprit.”

She lets out a deep, guttural laugh, one that reverberates from the deepest part of her being. Looking down into her eyes is like seeing a reflection of my own. Like looking through a mirror, through a transparent film. Behind this mask of cold-blooded beast, it’s all there, the fear of getting close, the dread of being let down, the melancholic feeling which comes with not being able to give yourself over to fate. It’s all too real, inexplicably terrifying yet I can’t look away. Like green whirlpools sucking me in, unrestrained and unable to escape their depths I’m swallowed into the emerald wells.

“You say that because you don’t truly know me, Sebastian. You don’t know what my life has been like, what struggles I’ve had to endure, the chains I must break free from, the pain that lies within me. You’ll never understand the depths of the darkness I’ve felt.”

Her words send a pang of guilt straight to my chest because of the part I played in all of her hurt. Although not the biggest of her pains, it must still have felt like the worst kind of betrayal. She trusted me, gave me every part of her body, mind, and soul. Every time we fucked I got one step closer to finding out who she truly is, one inch deeper into the steeled walls she’s built around her heart. I’m afraid that in betraying her once again by confessing her pregnancy to her brother, at least in her eyes, I’ve ruined my chances at breaking through again. However, I am not a man who backs down at the sight of a challenge, not one to turn away from what I want and what I need. Jade is the one thing I can't, won’t, live without.

I cradle her face between my palms, “I know you better than you think, better than anyone ever could, because whether you believe me or not, whether you accept it or don’t, you and I are one in the same.” My thumb gently traces across her bottom lip making her gasp as she wiggles beneath me, “Products of our father’s indifference and negligence.” My thumb trails down her neck, “The consequence of growing up without a mother, without love. We’ve had to find solace in others, our friends, because we’vebeen left alone and abandoned our entire lives and the fear of that happening once again is terrifying.” I bring my mouth down to suck on the skin my thumb was caressing, whispering between kisses. “Our darkness is the same shade of black, our emotions just as unpredictable as the raging waves of the ocean we wish we could drown ourselves in. We see our pain as our weakness, when in reality it’s our greatest strength.”

“Sebastian,” she whimpers, as I bite down on her shoulder.

“Because although we act like we can’t feel a damn thing, the pain coursing within us is the realest thing we’ve ever felt.”

Reaching her arms up, she wraps them around my neck bringing my face down closer to hers. “That’s exactly the reason I won’t ever be able to give myself over to you completely Sebastian, because the only thing that I can feel is pain, and no matter how this ends, the only sure thing is that it will hurt like a fucking bitch.”

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

JADE

“Idon’t need everything right now Jade, I just need you.”

I’m lying flat against the wet sand, the wind driven ocean waves slowly inching toward us dampening my feet. Large, assertive hands tug my jeans down to my ankles, while I lift my hips up to help him get them completely off. His strong body hovers over me, encasing me in a cage of muscle and power, his deliciously musky scent driving me wild. My stiff body underneath him quivers as the cold, roughened skin of his knuckles traces over the tattoo right below my hip bone. “Your body,” he mutters, as he kisses me softly moaning against me. I feel a cool gust of wind against my skin, lying in nothing but my top and black lace thong. “This pussy that drives me so fucking mad,” he groans, and I can’t help but spread my legs allowing him the space to run his knuckles over my pussy. The thin material of my thong is already dampened with my arousal. He uses his thighs to spread me wider, his hands moving to grip my ass cheeks which are now dusted with sand.

He moans as he spreads my cheeks apart, squeezing like he can’t take the feel on them in his palms. “This perky ass I need to bury myself in.” He lowers his mouth to my navel, kissing his way up my stomach until his nose is tucked under the material of my bra. Using his nose to push it upwards, he bites down on the clasp and tugs it over my chest exposing the swells of my breasts, though my nipples remain covered. A guttural groan escapes him, sounding almost angry that my tits were covered in the thin material. “Take it off!” he commands, not wanting to release his grip on my ass. Luckily for me, this bra fastens in the front. I bring my trembling fingers to my chest, unclipping the small claps in between my breasts, letting the cups of my bra fall to the side giving him full view of my hardened nipples. “Mmm, these perfect tits I could die sucking dry.” His mouth to my chest, taking my right nipple in his mouth as he sucks, tugging on the sensitive peak until I wince from the slight pain of his teeth biting down. “This is more than enough.”

My body wriggles beneath him, in agony. The agonizing pain from the aching need in my pussy, is too much to handle. I feel my insides burning, my pussy clenching in desire, my muscles contracting because of how fucking good his mouth feels on me. The stubble of his chin, raspy against my sternum, marking my sensitive skin, leaving it red and inflamed.

“Sebastian, please,” I moan, into the air as his hands yank my thong down, the elastic string cutting my skin. “Aaah, I need, fuck, I need you to touch me, lick me, fuck...” The last word dies on my lips and his knuckles brush my folds, spreading my wetness around, bringing it up to my clit.

“I know you need it rough baby. You thrive on the ecstasy of the pain it causes, in addition to the high of the pleasure it brings. But tonight,” he brings his mouth down to mine, taking my lips in a soft, gentle kiss. “Tonight, I need to take it slow. I need to feel every inch of your skin on my fingers, hear every beat of your heart against my chest. I need to go slow and gentle, to take mytime, to bring you to the edge over and over before I can take what I crave and give you what you can’t live without.” His fingers spread me open, entering me one by one until he’s three fingers deep. He moves them slowly, his thumb rubbing my sensitive clit. “I need to take as much as you can give me, to show you that this, all of you, is enough.”

His words heighten my excitement, the realness of the meaning behind them stabbing me like a sharpened knife, coated in sugar, but nonetheless breaking the tough layers of skin, piercing my heart, and leaving me with a gaping wound. Like I’m bleeding out before him, my vulnerabilities on full fucking display. It’s terrifying how he understands me, how he can feel what I feel. It’s like the first time we laid eyes on one another, the first time we fucked, something in us connected. We merged together, two bodies, one soul, and now we are bridged together, connected in the most tangible way. By the Little Monster inside of me. Blood of my blood, body of his body, a piece of both of us welded together into one innocent and unsuspecting soul.

I yelp in equal amounts pleasure and pain as he enters me slowly, gently spreading me open, molding me to his massive size. He fills me completely before slowly pulling out, just enough so he can push into me once again. Slowly he rocks against me, intensifying my pleasure, grabbing my waist, and using me to steady himself as he moves. I curve my back, throwing my head back, as my toes curl burying themselves into the sand. He feels so good inside of me, bare, our bodies skin to skin, his cock rubbing against my pussy in the most intimate way possible. Fuck, he didn’t grab a condom, but there is no use in stopping him. Like he said, it's not like I can get pregnant, again. Fuck, there is that word again. Pregnant, the whole reason we’re fighting tonight.

It haunts my dreams, alters my reality, and perplexes my every waking thought. I’m brought back to my reality, to the pleasure at hand, when his mouth bites down on my neck. I yelp moving to meet his increasing thrusts as I’m brought to the edge, ready tocome apart around him. “Yes, Bass. Fuck, right there. I’m almost, aaah,” I whimper, my words failing to come out as I come apart, my body convulsing under him, my pussy contracting around his giant, fucking cock.

Tantalizing lips move up my neck, as he stills, shooting into me. slowly pulling out and coating my legs in his cum as it oozes out of me. “Tell me this isn’t enough Jade. Tell me and I will walk away from you.”

I want to. I ache to yell it at the top of my lungs, but I can’t. As hard as I try to steer clear of him, I keep coming back. I need him. I can’t keep lying to myself. I won’t stand being without him by my side. “It’s everything I need,” I whisper to him.

“Be mine Jade,” he whispers against my lips, his silver eyes gazing intently into mine. “I need you to be mine.”

My heart warms, more than it ever has. I feel it burning a hole through my chest at his words. “I am Sebastian, always.”

“I’m serious Jade, be my girlfriend.” I still, unsure if he’s truly said it or it’s my mind playing tricks on me.

“Girlfriend, why?” I ask in disbelief, yet my heart pounds with excitement.

“Because I fucking love you Jade Wolfe, and I need you to be mine.”

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