Page 65 of From My Past
“You’re mine, baby. Tell me you know that.” I slid into her heat inch by inch, slowly and methodically. I felt the familiar sensation at the base of my spine that told me a powerful fucking orgasm was on the precipice.
“Harder.” She demanded, completely ignoring my request.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“Fuck me harder.” Oh, that shit wasn’t going to fly. I smirked at her and when she looked at me straight on, I knew she was playing with me. My sweet Talia’s talons were coming out.
I pulled out completely and Talia whined. “Now, now, baby. Tell me, tell me you’re mine and I’ll make love to you like you deserve, fuck you like you want.”
“Kieron,” She whimpered and her eyes rolled back.
Holy fuck, I wanted to see that look of passion and pure, unfiltered need cross her face every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to be the one to put it there.
“Say it.” I growled, sliding my fingers into her hair at the base of her neck and tugging softly. “Please, baby.”
Talia surged up, wrapping her arms around my neck and we met in an open mouth kiss that was dirty and desperate and full of lust. Our kisses turned deeper, I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. It was messy and all-consuming.
Breaking the kiss, I looked at her softly as our breaths mixed. “Even if you won’t say it because you’re being a brat,” I said as I slapped her ass, “I know it. I know you’re mine just as fully as I’m yours. Always have been. Because the two of us, baby? We are fate. Destined. And I’m never letting you go again.”
I slid into her again, but didn’t fuck hard, rough and fast like she asked for. It would’ve been great, like always, but there was something about going slow that was exactly what we both needed.
Every thrust was slow and meaningful, charged with tension. Talia didn’t stop touching me; her nails dug into my back and shoulders, her calves hooked around my waist or thighs, keeping me close, her fingers tangling in my hair. I kept a slow pace that was fucking torture of the best kind. Slow enough that I could feel every ripple of muscle, every time she clenched or fluttered around my cock, but deep and hard enough that I bottomed out with each thrust. I bite her neck softly and she moans in my ear, pulling my weight onto her fully. Her soft breasts are still encased in lace but the dusty rose of her nipples are intoxicating to see and feel against my bare chest.
“I’m yours, Kieron. Yours.” Her voice is hoarse and quiet, proving her words meant only for my ears and I know that this girl is it for me. I take her lips in a deep kiss full of meaning and love while I deepened my thrusts.
“Fucking right you are. And I’m yours.” I said and kissed her passionately.
Talia started lifting her hips up, meeting my thrusts so damn perfectly that I had to reposition myself to keep from coming. With a growl, I sat up, resting my weight on one my knees, putting my other foot on the floor, and yanked her hips up to meet mine. Her hair fanned out on the grey couch as her body shifted backwards and a delicious yelp escaped her lips.
My eyes rolled back in my head at the new angle.
“If you keep going like this, I’m going to come again.” She warned. Like that was a fucking problem.
“Challenge accepted.” I wrapped my hands around her hips, holding onto her hips and using them to bring her to me harder and thrust over and over.
Her pussy starts to clench tightly around my cock and I can feel myself losing it. The tingle sensation at the base of my spine was feeling like a rocket beginning to ignite and I was powerless to stop it. I can tell we both are close and going to reach the end together.
“Right there, right there,” Talia cries and after a couple more hard, deep, grinding thrusts she peaked pulling me into the abyss with her. I groan out her name and I lean over to hold her as we both come closer together.
I know that she is still struggling with all the abuse she’s suffered, all the pain and protection she’d had to endure. And the way that my father had to poke and prod at her emotions and memories had only made her cry and shake.
As I lay down next to my girl on the couch, I wrap her tightly in my arms and vow that nothing and no one will ever make her cry again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kieron
“Kieron,” I hear a soft whisper pull me from sleep. “Kieron, wake up.”
Peeking through one eye, Talia’s big brown eyes are staring right at me with a sweet, longing look. During the night we’d shifted and Talia was on top of me, her light warm body creating the perfect pocket to fall into a deep sleep.
“Why?” I groaned, wrapping my arm around her and trying to go back to sleep.
“Your phone won’t shut up.”
Fuck. That probably meant something was going on. They’d discovered something we could use to take the Garzino’s down. Hopefully it was something that would end up with Luca tied to a chair and me standing over him with a bloody serrated knife as he took his last breath.
I scrambled off the couch and found my jeans, pulling the buzzing phone out. Sure as shit, it was Skipper.
