Page 72 of Demise

Sometimes we have to go through some life building before we can be with the one we love. Occasionally, we must find out who we are as an individual person before we can share a life with someone else.

I don’t look back at the day we broke each other’s hearts with regret any longer. I look at it as the opportunity we both needed to grow. There’s still pain there now. That pain lives parallel to the pain I still feel for that marriage.

Bexley swallows, and I remove my hand from my chest. Her eyes bounce to my tattoos. I have several. Some Irish quotes and different things that are important to me or I found I liked enough to put on my body. Now I’ll have this scar to go along with them.

She studies the art and then narrows her eyes. I watch as her hand moves up onto my pec, my pulse quickening. She angles her head, tracing the dead tree. Ravens fly above the tree, and its trunk twists downward into the root system, gripping the most important organ in a human’s body.

The heart.

I breathe easy as her fingers follow the roots touching right over her name, which is written in there. Because she is the person who holds my heart, just as these roots hold onto the one inked on my skin. The dead tree represents the loss of my father and mother.

She trails her hand across the chambers and muscular walls. It’s vivid, appearing as real as any human heart. Her eyes go to mine, filled with tears. “Danny,” she says, awestruck. “When did you do this?”

“After you left me.”

Tears stain her face. I keep quiet, watching her expression. She studies the tattoo and every other one around it. Reading my body like a novel. Her eyes go to mine. “I never left you.”

“You chose to end things. I didn’t.”

She exhales frustration. “You gave me no choice.”

I feel my throat burn. “Didn’t I love you? Didn’t we have something others envied? I would have taken you over anyone else!” I ball my fists. “And then I had to watch you with him. Over and over,” I sneer. “I wanted to kill him, you know. I wanted to choke him and make you watch.”

She bows her head.

“Look at me,” I say.

She doesn’t, so I lift her chin. “Say something about what I just said to you. Tell me I’m an evil bastard. Tell me I’m the one who should be dead instead of him.”

Her eyes move between mine. “I would have died alongside you.” She looks to my chest again.

“And now you know,” she cries. “The love I had for Samuel doesn’t compare to what I feel for you.” She places her hand over her mouth, her eyes looking to mine. “I would have left him,” she whispers as though she’s had these words locked in her chest for ages. “It’s something I couldn’t admit before, but now I know. I would have because it was always supposed to be you.”

I crash my lips to hers, tasting her salty tears, feeling the warmness of her mouth.

I push her back against the dresser. The mirror hits the wall as I lift her up. She links her legs around me, and I grind into her, licking her tongue, tasting her tears. Our lips magnetize. Our teeth clash. Our hearts beat together as our souls unite screamingfinally.

My cock strains against my jeans, and she reaches down between us and undoes my fly, pulling it out. She strokes it and I growl.

“How bad do you want me?” I ask her, thrusting against her hand.

She licks my jaw and sucks my neck, tightening her hold on my dick.

“How many times have you imagined us like this while you rubbed one out?” I wrap her hair around my fist, pulling her head back. I bite the skin below her ear.

“Every time,” she says. “It’s your name I call out when I finish. Only yours,” she breathes.

I rip her shirt off and yank her bra down, sucking on her nipple, cupping her breast.

I move back and hold my cock in my hand, rubbing it as I look at her. Her ponytail hangs low, her lips are red and swollen, and her cheeks are flushed as she sits on the dresser with her legs still spread and her tits still out. She looks edible. She reaches back and unhooks her bra, tossing it on the floor.

“Take your pants off,” I say. “I want you naked.”

She hops down, removing her shoes and jeans. I’m shirtless, my pants hang open, my abs tightening with every movement of my hand on my hardness. She straightens up, standing before me, naked and beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like her. I’ll never want anything but her.

She pulls her hair down and it falls over her breasts. “Get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth,” I command.

She sinks to her knees and crawls over to me. I almost fall back at the sight. She grabs my dick and licks the shaft before taking it into her mouth. I moan, my head falling back as she sucks me.

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