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I repeat the action, perfectly lining up with the mark I’ve left.
“Four.” She’s sucking in air, body trembling, shoulders straining back. She’s on the edge of coming just from this.
“Fuck, your ass is beautiful painted like this.” I want to draw this out all night, see just how much she’ll surrender for me.
She whimpers, and she squirms, trying to find pressure she’s desperate for.
“One more.” I kick her feet apart. “This time, come for me.”
Without warning, I slap her pussy, just hard enough to sting. She bows, mouth open in a silent cry.
I line my cock with her entrance and sink all the way in with one thrust. Her pussy, still pulsing from her orgasm, clenches around me. After everything we’ve done, I’m already close to coming. I pump into her slowly, drawing out every ounce of her orgasm until she collapses.
I unknot the tie, releasing her wrists, and fuck her. I press kisses into her spine, her name on my lips as I fill her with cum.
Cum spills out of her when I pull out, and I catch it with my fingers and push it back in. “Don’t waste any.”
She’s completely melted, not even attempting to get up. I kiss her tailbone. “Was that rough enough for you?”
Her eyes are shut, and she has just enough energy to make a quiet, pleased sound. Looking at her, docile like this, blissed-out from how I touched her, has pride prickling in my chest and satisfaction at knowing I’m the only one who will ever see her like this.
I remove my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders before picking her up and cradling her in my arms. She’s completely limp against me, and I murmur praise into her hair as I return to our bedroom, shutting the door behind us.
Never letting go, I wet a cloth, then lay her on the bed, taking care to wipe her off. I toss it on the floor, climbing in after her, loving the way she curls into me, eyes shut as she snuggles into my chest, watching as her breath evens out.
Pressure builds in my chest until it hurts to breathe. I’ve never wanted anything like I want her. I want to be the one she turns to, the one she trusts without question. I want to give her everything she’s ever needed, to make her feel safe at my side. I want her to know the power she has over me. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love her. If she told me to die, I would. If she told me to live, I’d find a way to keep breathing. I will gladly be anything she needs.
“I love you,” I whisper, but she’s already lost to sleep. “It’s okay if you don’t love me yet. Just the fact that you’re here with me is more than enough.”
Chapter 36
Dahlia
Every mark Xanderleft on me is a reminder of just how good he made me feel. I want him to keep marking me so they never fade. The feeling building inside of me is becoming increasingly hard not to name.
Marco and Becca said he wanted to coax me. I bite my lip as I make my way through the hall toward the greenhouse. I really want to see how he does it.
My smile falls when I enter the glass room and spot the open window. The stems of the plants beneath it have been cracked. My heart kicks in my chest, a shudder running down my spine, and I have to remind myself that Elliot is dead. Xander killed him, and there’s no way he’s coming back.
I force myself to relax, running my hand along the broken plants. The air from the window lifts my hair, and a shiver rolls through me. Some kind of animal must have come in here, thinking it would be a nice spot for a rest.
A quick check shows the latch on the window’s broken. I huff out a laugh. In hindsight, with the old wood window frames, this would’ve been the perfect spot to escape from. The thing is, now I don’t want to escape. Now I want to see if Xander really means it when he says he wants me to stay.
It would be a lie to say I didn’t want it to be real. That I don’t drink up his words every time he says them, but my life has shown me time and time again that the people who say they care about you are the ones who hurt you most.
The truth is, I want Xander to be different from all of them. I want him to mean it when he says he’ll never let me go.
There’s an ache in my chest, and I take a deep breath, trying to soothe it. Something’s broken in me. Like a ceramic vase that’s been cracked so much it’s barely staying together. Xander’s asking to hold it, promising to make it whole.
What if he can’t? What if the damage is too much to fix?
My life is a series of people leaving, of hearing that I’m too much work. If Xander ever looked at me that way…like I’m a burden…
This time, I’d shatter into pieces.
Lifting a heavy planter, I set it on the sill, pressing it to the frame and holding the window shut. It’ll do in a pinch, but we should replace all the latches.
We.
