“The scars I created,” I finish.
“Well... yes, the scars. I got tired of being the center of attention, so Jonathan helped me and...”
“Jonathan?” I ask coldly. Could this be the motherfucker living in my imagination?
“He's my tattooist. He did both my arms and my back.”
So, turns out I don’t have to kill anyone.
“The back too?”
She turns to show me her back. Her bra blocks some of the ink, but that is something I can quickly fix.
I rise and go to her, and with the tip of my fingers start to explore her skin, reading every piece of art, slowly, quietly. I can’t do anything but admire them – the mix of colors and shapes brings up positivity, just like the effect she has on my life. I was never a tattoo guy, but she wears them beautifully.
And then I see it, inked on her backHere, There and Everywhere,our song. With two fingers I unclasp the bra slowly and let it drop over our feet, I caress the letters, feeling the lash wounds hiding under the ink.
“The song...” I say breathlessly. She carries me in her skin, in her blood. I thought she moved on. I’ve never been so wrong in my life.
“Yes,” she whispers as she turns to face me, displaying her sculpted stomach and beautiful heavy breasts. “I needed to feel you close to me. Having it tattooed on my body was like listening to you whispering the song in my ear, just like you used to.”
The space between our bodies narrows. The tension rising. I hold her tight by the wrists and bury my nose in her neck, catching her scent again.
God, I love her so much, I want to scream. I am overwhelmed by all the feelings stuck in my chest.
She's smaller than I recall, but when I wrap my arms around her, I can feel her hard body. She has changed so much – she is a completely different person from what I remember – but that doesn’t mean I love her less. On the contrary, I admire her more than before. She’s a perfect soul in my eyes.
“I hurt you so much... How can you still want me?” I whisper in anguish. I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers in an attempt to stop my self-loathing.
“Bruno, it felt like I couldn’t breathe when you weren’t around. Nothing changed since that night,” she whispers. I open my eyes and she’s glaring at me with her big beautiful blue eyes. “We went through hell together, remember? If we survived that, then we can endure anything. Besides, you can't kick me out of your life that easy.” She giggles, but this is no joke to me.
“I don't want you out of my life Sarah, not now, not ever. Not being with you was a well-deserved torture. I hated every fucking minute of it,” I say, frustrated.
Possessiveness chokes me, and my fingers tighten their grip on her upper body. I need more.
“Bruno…” She gasps brushing her lips over mine, tempting me. “It's not worth remembering the pain.”
Our bodies are tangled together like they have a mind of their own, pleading for love. I’m consumed by the need to have her.
She takes off my T-shirt, and I help her. We need to feel our bodies connecting.
“Sarah.” My voice is gravelly and thick with need. I can’t hold back this feeling any longer. “Fuck... I love you, I love you so fucking much, I feel like I'm going crazy.” I abandon my grip on her wrist to touch her round, perfect butt. I raise her to my level, holding her even tighter to me. She whimpers. My confession is sending her over the edge. I take her back to my bed, where she belongs, and spread her legs. She wraps them around me – she knows what she wants, what belongs to her, only her. I cup her breast, stroking and pinching her nipples until she cries out.
Talk time is over.
I yank my belt and take off my pants then I slide her panties to the side to be able to slam into her without warning.
“Ow!” she cries out when I pin her to the bed. Both of us groan, desperate for this union. “Bruno?” she moans.
“Yes, beautiful?” I slowly pull out, then slam into her, again.
“I love you too.”
Christ... I never thought in my godforsaken life, that I'd hear those words coming out of her mouth. I love the sound.
I keep moving. Control is something I do not possess right now. I groan like a wild animal as I rock my hips into her so hard I feel my dick is going to fly off. Her breath is hot and labored, and it blows against my shoulder.
Fucking mine.
