Page 126 of She will Always be Mine

Now, I just want her to say it again and again. No matter how many times she tells me, it’ll never be enough.

Lying on my side with my head propped on my arm, I watch her under the morning light as she sleeps beside me. She’s lying on her stomach, comforter tangled between her legs, which has left her beautiful body on display. She had tied her hair in a bun before getting into bed but during the night it had come undone.

My lips tilt because I’m the one to blame for that.

After I’d fucked her on the couch, I carried her into the bedroom because she was in no condition to walk. I had truly taken all ounce of pleasure from her body. I felt like a bastard because I wanted to do it again.

I call her insatiable, when it’s actually me.

After laying her on the bed, I cleaned the mess I made between her thighs with a warm cloth. I had the intention of pulling out but the need to claim her had taken over me.

I want nothing more than to have her pregnant with our baby but once the high of lust wears off, I realize it’s not the right time nor is it my decision to make alone.

The second we laid down, she wrapped herself around me and passed out. I had followed soon after, holding her tight while she smelled just like me.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I woke up when I felt her shift against me. I was afraid she was having another nightmare. But instead, her sleepy eyes met mine and she moaned my name. Just like that, I was hard again.

Turning her on her side, I pulled her against my chest, spread her knees, and slid inside her wet heat. Holding her tight with my grip on her breasts, arm underneath her thigh to hold her open, I fucked her deep and slow. It was nothing like the harsh, hasty and animalistic fucking we did earlier.

It was a need to feel closer.

Mend our broken pieces.

It was making love.

Something I never wanted to do until I met her. Soon, her fingers gripped my hair while her soft lips pressed kisses on my neck and my mouth, as I brought her to climax. I held her flush while chasing my own orgasm. I almost pulled out when her hand dug into my ass and she whispered to cum inside her. It pushed me over the edge and I spilled inside her tight pussy.

As soon as we finished, she was fast asleep again.

Staring at her now, I realize she’s going to be sore as hell because her waist and hips have my imprints on her skin. When she shifts to her back, the front of her isn’t any better. Bite marks and hickeys cover her collarbone and tits.

Yet I can’t help but admire and love them.

I like that she’ll feel me for days.

Every time she’ll stand in front of the mirror, she’ll remember them.

When I’m not with her, she’ll be wearing my marks.

I check the time on the clock at the nightstand and realize it’s six in the morning. I usually wake up at five to work out before beginning the rest of my workday. But today, I snoozed the alarm to sneak in another hour with Nyra.

I decided that I can have a small session at the gym in the building. I pull the comforter over her because she won’t wake up for another hour or so. Unlike me, she’s definitely not a morning person. Rising from the bed, I freshen up before leaving the bedroom and head downstairs.

Not only is the gym in my other building better, it has an amazing view. Once the festival is over and I no longer have to be at her campus for business, I’ll move us to my old apartment.

Unless her parents decide to visit, I’ll convince her to stay with me because I know she won’t accept my decision easily.

I check my emails while running on the treadmill and see what meetings I have for today. Suddenly, I remember that it’s Saturday and I promised my mom we’ll have dinner with her and Dad after postponing it multiple times already. Another thing Nyra wouldn’t agree to so easily.

She’s hesitant and scared to meet her, especially after the way her mom reacted when she found us. I’ll stay by her side but if she’s still not ready, I won’t push her.

When I’m back in the apartment after running one more important errand, she still hasn’t woken up. Even though it’s the weekend, she has a few extra classes to make up for what she missed when she left in the middle of the last semester. Pushing open the bedroom door, I walk inside.

Not wanting to spook her, I softly call her, “Baby.”

She stirs and stretches, and when her eyes blink open, she groans in disappointment, “Is it morning already?”

“I’m afraid so,” I chuckle.

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