Page 88 of Always You
“There was no way I would give you up, baby. The minute I walked in, our eyes locked deep in my soul yours whispered in mine. The connection is raw and organic; our souls yearning for one another. Angel, I gazed into your eyes that night. I know you viewed us the same. You left me breathless.”
She sniffles on my chest.
“Baby, I’m sorry, did I say something wrong, or maybe I’m wrong, you don’t…” I’m being such a sap only because I don’t have much time left with her.
“That was beautiful, I love you so much, no, you’re not wrong, I felt the connection. The most powerful, incredible feeling the stars aligned that night.”
I press kisses on each rolling tear shedding. “Baby, I’m made for you, and you for me. I love you. Now I need you fucking naked already.”
My lips brush against hers as I hungrily kiss her; I need to feel her softness and taste her sweet flavor. I couldn't possibly survive without touching her and tasting her. My hands ache from the desire to explore her sculpted body's curves and delicate, soft milky skin, the mounds which fit perfectly in the palms of my big hands.
“Angel,” I mouth into hers. “Hmm.” I tear from her lips.
Both of us panting, gasping for air. I focus on her swollen red lips drunken with lust.
“I’m going to get some blankets to lay next to the fireplace.” My voice comes out raspy and strained. I suck on my bottom lip, tasting the lingering flavor of Mila’s lips.
She nods.
I pick up some blankets from the linen closet. I spread them out on the fluffy brown carpet. “Baby, I need to feel you underneath my skin, savor every part of your body. I’m going to take you hard, Angel. Possess your soul, baby, then I’m going to make love to you sweet and gentle until you rock the heavens with your screams.”
Her breath hitches. I’m a little surprised myself but Mila brings out the romantic in me.
Our eyes swimming with lust for each other, staring at one another for a long, hot minute. As I stand behind her, I unzip her forest green off-the-shoulder dress that clings to her hips. With a shaking breath, I peel her dress down. She’s so extraordinary, no other woman holds a candle to her. Unclasping her bra, I begin to massage her breasts. She throws her head back onto my shoulders, my lips feather along her collarbone lightly. She shivers in pleasure as my finger hooks onto her panties, peeling them off.
“Lay down, Angel, I’m going to ruin you, baby. Tell me you’re mine, I’m the only man who gets to see you this way.”
She moans as I spread her legs; such a beautiful view. She’s so wet for me.
“Baby, tell me you’re mine,” I repeat. My tongue lashes inside her, working her open. Moisture beads and drips down her leg. I lick every drop savoring it as if it’s my last taste.
She whimpers.
“Mila, answer me.” Fuck, I need to hear it.
“Yours,” she pants. “Yours, Dominic, don’t stop.”
“That a girl, you taste so good,” I praise. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, my eyes never leaving Mila’s face as I expose more and more of my chest. Her beautiful green eyes never waver as I move down to my jeans; I hook my thumbs into the belt line and pull them off with a single tug exposing my very engorged dick that’s been dying to break free. She’s so fucking wet for me. I cup the heavy underside of her sweet mounds taking each one into my mouth. Her already hard nipples tighten further with each suck and lick. My hands slide down to her silken belly and she moans to my touch. She spreads her legs, and arches her back when I tease and work her folds. Mila is the definition of beauty.
“Dom,” she whimpers.
Fuck.Mila chanting my name takes me over the edge. With my free hand, I stroke my dick as I watch her watch me with hungry eyes. I ease myself into her tight pussy, savoring the sensation of her moist warmth and gentle contraction around me. I move my hips slowly and gently, gradually building momentum. Fuck, she feels so damn good.
She whimpers and arches her back, her breathing intensifying with each thrust as I drive deeper into her depths as soon as I know she’s ready to take me all in. With one final push, I feel a wave of pleasure ripple through both our bodies.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good.” With one final push, she shudders. I feel another wave of pleasure flow through both our bodies.
Our eyes lock. With one deep dive in right before, she lets out a scream.
“Ahh, Dominic,” she cries in pleasure.
The crisp of the burning fire mingles with our moans, grunts, and screams. I take her again, right after thrusting inside her fast and slow, filling her in one after another. I hold her hips possessively as if a tidal wave will rip her from my hold. Kissing her passionately, I swallow every moan, every scream. Our hearts beat so fast. I watch her as she comes undone, singing my name. I follow right after her, panting, a sheen of sweat trickling down as we kiss continuously.
Our hearts beat as one, dancing as one. I get lost staring into her gorgeous, bright eyes, mine darken with pain. If this is our last night together, I want her to feel my need for her. Hoping she will forgive me for my mother’s cruelty, ruthlessness, and vicious crime.
Even if she forgave me, she would only see me as a product of my mother’s crime. A crime that robbed her of her childhood, left her parentless, and alone in this world. As much as it will pain me, I understand. I’ll always love her. She’s the first woman I’ve ever loved, and she will be the last.
I’m a selfish asshole. I took half her soul that night we met and I’ll never give it back. She belongs to me. She always will, even if she’s not with me. Kissing the tip of her nose, I hold her in my arms for the last time. I brush a strand of hair pressed against her cheek. I watch as she drifts off to sleep. I tighten her in my arms. I fall asleep right after dreaming of the woman I can’t live without.
