Page 175 of Debts and Desires
Okay, yeah, I really, really fucked up.
I rubbed the back of my neck. I couldn’t explain my need to have her that night, like something was tugging me toward her.
The small amount of time I had been with her made me realize I wanted herallthe time, which is why I figured out turning the days into hours instead. And the birth control thing? I can’t explain it. I just wanted to fill her up, fuck a baby into her. Fuckmanybabies into her. And it had nothing to do with…Later. Think about it later.
“Ain’t no amount of apologizin’ gonna make it right, Buttercup. But I am sorry.” I paused, swallowing. “I’ll get on my knees and beg you for forgiveness, if that’s what you want.” She let out a long sigh.
“I thought you wanted me to leave?”
“No. Never.”
“But you just said?—”
“I know what I said. I just… I can’t lose you.” I paused, my eyes filling with tears at the thought of her leaving again. I blinked them away as I approached her, slowly, afraid I’d scare her away if I moved too fast. I raised my hand, caressing her cheek. She melted into my touch. “Stay. Please. Just for tonight.” It wasn’t fair of me to ask this from someone so pure, so full of light.
“Just for tonight,” she echoed. And just like that, I was completely at her mercy. I leaned in, giving her time to change her mind and move. She didn’t. I leaned down, pausing just before my lips touched hers. If this kiss would be my last, I wanted it to mean something to her, prove to her how sorry I was.
74. REDEMPTION
March 10
Seventy-Six Days Gone
Our lips touched ever so softly. They were sweet kisses that led to hungry ones. I searched for some proof that I had redemption, that there was some good in me after all. She gasped as I slid my hands around her, pulling her in tighter. She fit so perfectly against me; it was like we were two missing pieces. And my heart pounded when she kissed me back with fervor.
I needed her then. I had spent two months burying the dark creature that craved her deep inside me. The thing that wanted to hunt her down and drag her back. But now, it begged to come out. Begged to find a home inside her once more. My hand went to the back of her head, threading through her golden locks and yanking slightly, hard enough to break the kiss but gentle enough to cause her pleasure.
The way Emmy responded lit a fire in the depths of the darkness that held me together.
At the sound of her gasp, my name falling off her plump, swollen lips, the creature tore through every barrier I built up, cracking and crumbling as though they were nothing. It told meto mark her as mine again, make her scream my name. To fill her with my cock and claim her forever. It pushed and pulled until there was barely a thread holding it back.
And when she looked up at me through her lashes, that same look of need and desire she always gave me, the last bit of restraint I had shattered. My beast unleashed itself with no hesitation, only wanting one goal: to claim.
Mine.
Emogen wasmine.
I couldn’t contain the growl that fell out as I picked her up, pushing her against the door she had been trying to leave out of not moments ago.
Emmy deserved better than me, but it seemed we were beyond the point of caring.
Her legs wrapped around my waist as I took her mouth again. She whimpered into me, her body seeking more. I obliged by sliding my hand up her dress and pushed her panties to the side. My fingers found their target easily, teasing her. She was so fucking wet. A guttural moan fell from her lips at the first brush, and it urged me on. I slipped in another digit while kissing her again, stealing whatever air was left in her lungs.
When I felt her pussy clenching around my fingers, I hooked them both, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside of her that I knew would drive her wild.
She exploded in my arms with a low moan, nails digging into my back. I didn’t stop, my fingers moving faster, forcing another one from her in seconds. She writhed under me, tried to move away, but I wouldn’t let her. Not yet. Not until I pulled every last drop from her.
I moved again, carrying her to the upstairs, stopping a few times to push her into the wall and kiss her deeper.
Once in my room, I kicked the door shut behind me and tossed her down on the bed as if she were no more than a rag doll. Her eyes were wide as she gazed up at me in awe and shock and maybe a little fear. Fear excited the creature more than it should have. I shed my shirt, tossing it to the ground andkicked off my boots, pants, and boxers before I leaned down again, kissing her.
Her dress came off next, my teeth and tongue exploring every inch of creamy skin it could find as I peeled the fabric off her. She knewexactlywhat she was doing when she decided to wear that dress. This is what Ishouldhave done to her when I brought her here that first night.
I grazed her skin lightly, drawing goosebumps from her warm flesh, then sucked, creating hickeys everywhere I could. I marked her, branding her as mine with every bruise. She moaned my name at the sensation, and I used it as permission to do it again, harder this time.
Fuck, yes.
Faint red welts began to rise on her breasts, and I lavished them with my tongue.
