Page 28 of Marked By Blaze

She nods. “I felt you.” Ingrid runs her fingers over my torso. “I couldn’t see you however much I looked, but I always felt your eyes on me when I left my place. I was convinced that I was going insane.”

I stroke a hand over her hair. “Angel—”

“I might be insane because I still want you, even knowing what I do. I’ve been sleeping in your jacket every night, and I was convinced that returning it would somehow erase you from my life, but…”

“You don’t want that?”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t want you to leave.”

“I never had any intention of leaving,” I admit, leaning down to kiss her lips. She melts in my embrace, wrapping her arm around my good shoulder as we deepen the kiss before breaking apart to breathe. “I would have kept following you every day for the rest of our lives until you wanted me as much as I want you. Until you love me just as much.”

“I do,” she says, spreading her fingers over my chest. “I love you, Blaze. It’s crazy, but I do.”

My heart slams against my chest at her words, and it’s all I need to hear before I am carrying her to her room. She’s careful not to touch my shoulder as I set her down on the bed before following her. “I love you,” I growl, sliding a hand under her skirt, and she whimpers as my fingers trace her thighs. My cock jumps in my pants when I grab her panties and yank them down her thighs before tearing them completely off her. “You belong to me, Ingrid. Only me.”

“And you’re mine too,” she whispers, spreading her thighs for me even as she drops her fingers to the waistband of my jeansand tugs impatiently at my belt. “I missed you so much. Missed this. Want you. Now.”

I hiss out when she tugs down my zipper and slides her hands into my jeans, stroking my cock through my underwear. All the shyness from before seems to have disappeared as she jerks my cock, her moves impatient. “I need to be inside of you. I’ve been thinking about fucking that pussy…craving you—”

“Yes.” She spreads her hips wider for me. “Want that too.”

“Then show me,” I grind out, gripping her butt and rocking forward. Her lips part on a soundless gasp. “Put my cock into that hot pussy.”

Ingrid frees my cock from my jeans, and she’s panting as she guides my erection to her sex. Her eyes are glazed over with lust as she rubs the tip of my cock over her wetness before guiding it to her entrance. “Oh God,” she whimpers when I inch my cock into her, but her pleasured scream echoes through the room when I drive home in one quick thrust. “Daddy! Feels so good,” she cries, bringing her hands to my nape and pulling my face down to hers. Her lips are a hair’s breadth from mine, our breaths mingling hotly between us as she stares up at me with those gorgeous blue-brown eyes. “Take me. Make me yours!”

“Mine,” I growl against her mouth, gripping her tight as I start hammering into her in brutal thrusts, set on claiming her. “Mine.” My mouth slams down on hers in a long, desperate kiss as I pump my hips faster, burying my cock deeper into her. Moisture pools between us with every fevered thrust, and Christ, she’s so fucking tight. Every stroke sends me closer and closer to the edge.

I’ve wanted her for so long, jerking myself raw at the memory of her, and now I know I won’t last long.

“Close,” she whimpers against my lips as her thighs begin to tremble.

“Fuck, angel. You are a drug.” I drop my hand between us and strum her clit in rough circles, drinking in her flushed expression, and it doesn’t take long before she’s wailing, her back arching off the bed, and violent trembles racking through her. Her pussy clenches hard around my cock, and I follow right behind with a strangled moan, hammering into her through the orgasm that rips through me, nearly knocking the wind out of me with its violence.

“Oh God,” she sobs, burying her nails into my shoulders as tremors course through her. I fuck her through the orgasm, spilling my seed into her womb, and I can’t help but imagine her pregnant with my child.Our child.

Forever.

Before Ingrid, I never put much thought into the future, but now, I can’t help thinking of a life with this girl and little replicas of us running around our home. With Ingrid, I want forever.

As if reading my mind, she brings her soft hands to my face, those pretty eyes searching mine. “I love you,” she says. “I can learn to accept…to understand this possessive side of you just as you’ve learned to accept the imperfect parts of me. And no, I’m not talking about my face,” she quickly cuts in before I can correct her. “I mean the need to always run and hide when things get too overwhelming. You are patient and gentle with me.”

“I love you, every part of you.”

“I’m beginning to accept that,” she says, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Be patient with me even when I want to hide.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise her, brushing my lips over her temples. “No matter how hard you try to run or hide, I see you. Always.” She can take however long she needs to come to terms with the idea of us.

I’ll be here through it all.

Forever.

Epilogue

Five Years Later

Ingrid

I tap my feet restlessly in the small examination room, the faint smell of antiseptic lingering in the air. My heart is racing, and when the door finally creaks open, I force myself to sit still. The doctor steps in with a warm smile, holding a folder in her hands.

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