Page 79 of Imperfection is Beauty

Filling me, I moaned, “Too fucking right.”

His skin was coating a light sheen of sweat, “Scarlett, if I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.

“I won’t because I wouldn’t want to leave this dream. Ever.”

At my words, he winked, “You okay?”

I nodded.

“You sure?”

I grinned, “You made love to me, Marcus. Now, I want you to fuck the ever-loving shit out of me.”

He nodded, but first, “Never cause you harm ever again. Rather lose a nut than hurt you.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Marcus. Now. Fuck me.”

He winked, pulled out, his eyes never left mine, and then, he slammed inside my body so forcefully I heard the headboard hit against the wall.

Again.

And again.

And again.

“Marcus.” I moaned.

His eyes bore down into mine as he pulled out and slammed inside of me, all the while gritting out each word with a powerful thrust. “Don’t. Wake. Me. Fucking. Up.”

That was when I felt it, he had titled his hips, his hand going underneath my ass when I felt it, the heat, the searing fire, I moaned, “Marcus… please… I need… I need to… to come.”

“Won’t make you wait. Cause I don’t see how the hell I’ve been able to hold it back. But next time, I’ll make you hold onto that orgasm. And when I tell you to come, I want to feel the very essence of you coating my dick. Making me yours. Claiming me. In every way that matters.

He just buried himself fully inside of me and had this experience not been as emotional as it was now, well, when he whispered what he did next, tears trailed out of my eyes.

His dark hazel-colored eyes looked down into mine, and there he whispered, “You color my fucking world.”

He pulled out of me and then moved back in, and once he was seated fully inside of me, I whispered, “You’re my pulse.”

His eyes widened.

He knew what that meant.

I had told him the story about my grandmother and my grandfather.

They met while he was overseas. She was a nurse.

He knew the moment he saw her; she would be his.

And she was, for one year, and then… cancer took her.

He always said that he wouldn’t trade that one year for anything, because he had everything when he had her in his arms.

And then… as those steel arms of his tightened even further around me, I blew out a blissful sigh.

I didn’t know how he did it, but he shifted us, all the while still being inside of me.

Inhaling deeply after he made love to me, I asked, “Do me a favor?”

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