Page 58 of The Biggest Sacrifice

“That shouldn’t surprise you. You know how I feel.”

I slow my steps, and we face each other. He’s at the head of the chair, me at the foot. I can’t stop myself from crawling up the chaise lounge to him, my pull to him strong like a magnet, I rise to my knees and cradle his face with my hands. “I do know. I just haven’t heard the words.” I swallow down the lump in my throat. “Thank you.”

He turns into my hands, kissing my palm. “No, mouse, thankyou.”

My lips crash against his, and a few tears leak from my eyes. He pulls away from me and this time he’s the one holding my face. His thumbs brush my tears away. “Oh, mouse, don’t cry. I told you I’d prove it all to you.”

He pulls me close, kissing my forehead, my eyelids, my nose. His hands slide down across my shoulders and one hand pulls my strap down. His fingertips lightly brush over my neck and circle my nipples. His touch is a calming force, yet he’s igniting my body with each pass. I close my eyes, letting my head loll to the side. He kisses my exposed neck, nipping and licking at my skin. I shiver at the touch and his low rumble of a laugh vibrates through me.

“You deserve the world, Farrah. And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to give it to you.”

CHAPTER 35

TOM

I cannot describethe emotion I’m feeling right now, but I have a feeling I know what it is. It’s four simple letters, yet it’s far from simple. There is no word that fully describes what this woman does to me. She’s the light in my night, the first thought when I wake and the last before I drift to sleep. She’s my addiction and my rehab. She’s my undoing, yet, the only one who can put me back together.

And she needs to know it.

I walk beside the chaise lounge, taking her hand and guiding her off it and leading her to the bed, urging her to sit back against the pillows at the headboard. She tracks my every move as I walk to the end of the bed and remove my clothes. Her lips twist to the side and neither of us speaks, our eyes dancing all over each other’s bodies.

I strip to my boxer briefs and prowl towards her on the bed. “Pretty girl, you’ve got me hard as a rock right now. But the pain is the best part. The holding out while I take you to heights you haven’t even reached yet. I’m going to leave you unable to think.”

“Tommy,” she whispers out. Her voice trembled with uncertainty.

“You can do it, little mouse. I’ve got you. Always.”

Beginning at her ankle, I lick and bite my way up her legs. Her goosebumps erupt on her skin the moment I touch her and it makes me smile. I love the effect I have on her body with just a barely there touch. Continuing my way up her body, I stop at her thighs and spread her legs so I can settle inside them. I turn and nibble the inside of her leg, my nose inches from her core. Inhaling deeply while pinching the skin with my teeth, I hear her let out a little squeal. “You smell so fucking good, Farrah.”

Her hands sift through my hair, and I close my eyes at her touch. I turn and nibble on the other thigh, sliding my hands under her legs and lifting slightly. I lift my head and connect my eyes with her.

They tell me everything. She’s not going anywhere. Despite me being an asshole for way too many years, she waited for me. Encouraging me to come home to her. To be safe with her. To let my guard down with her.

“Farrah. Let me love you with all four letters. So completely will you be mine, and I yours, you’ll never question me again.” She doesn’t close her eyes, but the emotion that fills them is unbelievable. I can feel her power radiate through me, her tenderness filling in my hard spots, softening me one blink at a time.

That transfer of power she always spoke about. The balance we each need.

“And to make sure you understand how much I love you, I’m going to fuck you with those same four letters so that you remember it will always be me, it will always beus. My rough, broken and dirty, to your soft, delicate and pleasing.”

She lays her head back on the pillow, eyes still on mine. The smile that drives me insane creeps across her lips. She slides down the bed, her slip bunching up as she goes. Like a gift, she presents her pussy to me and without warning, I take her in my mouth, plunging my tongue inside her, devouring her, holding her in place so she can’t get away. She moans out, and it excites me. I lick and nip at her clit, her hips moving, seeking more of me. Lightly dusting my fingers over her skin, the soft touch a contrast to my nips and pulls of her clit, her moans turn to cries. Her eyes are on me while mewls pour from her lips and she pinches her nipples through the silk nightgown.

“Are you close? You want to get there?” I say against her skin as she nods furiously. I chuckle and she moans. “Not yet.”

She throws her arms to the side of her in exasperation and I spank her pussy.

“Oh!”

“Oh, is right.” Rising to my knees, I prompt her to flip over, resisting the urge to bite her. Instead, I smooth my hand over her perfectly round ass, kneading before I give her one quick slap.

“Tommy!”

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Do it again.” She whispers.

“Mouse, where is your power?”

She moans, louder this time, as I run my hands down her spine.

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