And I know is, he can’t fully fix me. No one can.
I’m still seeing Dr. Thurston regularly, and even have Ace speaking with her as well. I even confessed my real name, to which she told me she knew the whole time. She was just waiting until I felt comfortable enough to admit it, but she was proud of me all the same. I still struggle with agoraphobia, especially those first few months after talking with the media. It brought up all those old wounds front and center. Thankfully, this time around, I had Ace on my side.
The authorities still haven’t been able to locate Sarah’s body, but we, along with her family, had a memorial for her. Finally, paying tribute to her memory and honoring her the way she should be. A plaque has been installed on the rocky beach with her hauntingly beautiful image. Her name is engraved in raised cursive lettering and a pair of intricately carved angel wings sits spanning the length of the nameplate.
“Good morning.” Ace mutters into my hair.
A smile pulls at my lips as I meet his mouth with mine. “Good morning.”
Running his large hand through my hair, I relax into his touch. After years of being alone, always on the run, waking up like this is a welcome change. One I could have never imagined coming true.
“What do you want to do today?” He asks, moving his hand from my hair down my neck and spine.
I plant a kiss to his chest and trace his scar with my finger. A reminder of how I almost lost him. He leans into my touch and I find myself marveling at how easy it feels to be with him. Ace knows all my secrets and pushes me out of my comfort zone, making me feel things that I’ve been too afraid to.
Ace bought the cabin, and we moved in shortly after, making sure Croissant always had a place to find his favorite French pastry.
“I want to lay in this bed all day and have you fuck my brains out.”
He barks out a laugh and rolls on top of me.
“That’s one way to spend Christmas.”
“I can be your present.”
“Mmm. I like what Santa brought me. My own little fuck toy.” Already hard, he pries my legs apart and buries his dick inside of me while biting down on my neck.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so wet for me. So goddamn tight.” He grunts as his cock fills me. The pressure of his body on mine drives me wild. Every fiber of my being feels heightened as he touches me. Claims me.
His fingertips trace the knife marks that he dug into my skin that have turned into a silvery scar. One that I can be proud of. One that shows just who I belong to.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby. I want that pussy of yours to come on my cock.” He hitches my legs up high onto his shoulders, deepening his angle and hitting so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream.
“That’s right, scream. Fucking give me what I want.”
“Ace.” I cry out as he slides his dick in and out of me. Every ridge hitting just the right spot. My fingernails dig into his biceps as my orgasm builds.
“Come for me, Hazel. I fucking dare you.”
I shatter. My orgasm flutters like lightning down my spine and into my core. I come so hard that my toes tingle and spots dance in my vision. Ace grunts feeling me tighten around him.
“Fuck.” He groans speeding up. It’s animalistic, like he can’t get enough of me. And I fucking love it.
Even though I just came, I can feel it building up inside of me again as he continues his delicious and fervent pace. I take every thrust and grunt, arching my back off the bed to meet him. Our bodies slicken with sweat, and I stare up at him in wonder at this man who has my heart.
We explode together and I feel his cock pulsate, filling me up with his hot come.
“I want to put a baby in that belly of yours, Hazel. A perfect little mix of you and me. To see you swell with my seed. Fuck.” His cock pulsates again. I feel so sensitive having just come, but he’s still so hard. “You can come for me one more time, I know you can.” I shake my head no, but he keeps moving his hips.Knowing just what I like and how to make me bend for him, he presses in and out hitting just the right spot.
“Please.” I cry out., not knowing if it’s for him to stop or keep going at this point. My legs feel like Jell-O, but he manages to pry another orgasm from my spent body. “Fuck!” I cry out. “I can’t, I can’t do anymore.”
“Yes, you can, baby.”
Every part of me feels so overstimulated and on edge. His touch almost painful but so, so good as he fucks me hard and fast. “Come for me again, baby. I want to see you scream.”
“Ace, holy fuck.” He slams into me and releases another stream of hot come inside me and I crumple, orgasm shivering up and down my spine and down into my core.
“Holy hell, Ace. Good fucking morning and Merry goddamn Christmas to you too.”
