“What’s wrong?” She cups the back of my neck, but I step away.
“I’m not doing this, Coraline. Not until you tell me you’re fucking mine.”
I might be pushing her too soon, too hard, but she came. She said she doesn’t want to take it slowly.
But recovering from her—like I had to try after the funeral—that’s not an option.
“Fuck, Xander, what do you want from me?” She slides down from the counter. “I’m here.”
She is here. And she is very naked. And so fucking beautiful.
“I’m not having a pity fuck, or hate fuck, or any otherjustfuck with you… I can’t do that, love.”
I’m an idiot. I’m having the woman I love practically begging for my cock, and I’m choosing to discuss the definition of our relationship.
But the same woman doesn’t trust me yet. She got spooked earlier today, when our lips knew this was inevitable.
“You said you would be around anytime I need,” she snaps.
I sigh, bowing my head. “And then I had to live with the oozing wounds after.” I walk toward the window, my erection throbbing. “Tell me you’re mine,” I tell the darkness outside.
“I’m here,” she repeats, whispering.
I turn around. “Not fucking enough.”
She shakes her head. “We said slow.”
“You took that back when you showed up. I know I don’t have your trust. I understand I might never win it again. All I’m asking is for you to commit that you will try.”
“You’re asking for way more.”
“And I’m offering everything.”
She stares at me for several endless beats, and then she shocks me.
Cora drops to her knees, licks her lips, and leans on her hands. She proceeds to crawl to me.
She fucking crawls to me.
Her hips sway.
My cock is so hard, I might blow just from the sight of her.
Fuck.
She is not playing fair. Just like I didn’t so many times.
Our gazes lock, full of hunger. My words, objections, survival instinct—they all travel down with my blood flow.
She straightens up in front of me, staring up at me. “I’m here. I will be here for breakfast. And definitely for the rest of this month before I have to return to New York. Are you going to miss out on that, or fuck me?”
The way she took over the control is fucking intoxicating and arousing. I grip her hair and pull her up with my other hand, whipping us around.
Her back to my chest, I knead her breast, nibbling at her neck. The feel of her is everything.
Who am I kidding? Even if this was my only timewith her… I have no power. She won. She won a long time ago.
And for the first time in my life, losing tastes sweet. Maybe because when Cora wins, it doesn’t feel like my loss.
