Page 34 of Shattered Union

“Denny,” she gasps.

“I've got you,mo ghrá,” I promise her.

I'm over the moon. Fucking pleased I'm right here with her. Having the opportunity to do this with her again.

She’s grinding against me, her body tight, she’s close to the edge. "Denny, please," she pleads. Her feet pressing against my shoulders. Trying to get herself off, her moans are loud and long.

“Oh God,” she moans as I pinch her clit.

"Come for me, baby."

"Denis," she groans. Her cheeks are pink and flushed, her chest heaving as she breathes through the orgasm that's rocking through her.

I rise to my feet, snapping open the button of my pants. My dick springs free. I'm harder than I've ever fucking been. Pre-cum leaks from the slit.

"Please," she begs me, her gaze on my dick.

I slide into her tight, hot pussy. Loving the warmth that surrounds my dick. I thrust into her. Needing to get as deep as I can. To fill her. To brand her. To make her see that this is us. This is where she belongs, where I belong. Inside of her. With her. Together.

She raises up, her arms wrapping around my arms. She fucks me back with just as much passion and abandonment as I am doing to her.

Utter perfection.

“You’re mine,” I tell her, as I piston in and out of her harder and faster.

She glares at me, but she doesn't deny it.

Fuck yes, she’s mine.

"You're mine, Callie. All fucking mine. No one is going to touch you. No one is going to take you. Mine. All fucking mine."

Her pussy spasms around my dick and I almost fucking come right there.

"Denis," she groans. Her fingers clawing at my shoulders. "God, please."

Her pussy clenches around mine as she comes like a freight train.

"Callie," I growl as I detonate inside of her.

I collapse on top of her, my body completely spent. I quickly pull out of her and strip down out of my clothes. Once I’m done, I climb into bed beside her, lying on my side, pulling her into my body and hold her close. Needing to have this connection with her.

"I fucking missed you,mo ghrá," I whisper against her skin, tasting the saltiness from her sweat.

Her body bucks against mine and her tears soak through my skin.

My arms tighten around her as she sobs into my arms.

God. What the fuck have I done to her?

Hearing those tears fucking gut me. Feeling the wetness hit me pierces my heart.

I never set out to hurt her. That was the last fucking thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was love her, cherish her, protect her. Yet, here we are, lying in bed with her crying against me.

It takes a while before her breathing evens out and I realise she's fallen asleep. I don't mind; it gives me time to fucking relax. To take a breather, and just be here with her. That's all I've wanted. What I've strived for.

A month is four weeks too fucking long to be without her. Never again.

I close my eyes and fall asleep, knowing the woman I love is safely tucked up in my arms.

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