That’s the shit I need to hear. We’re real, everything we have has been real and moving forward, there’ll be nothing between us to break us or come between us again.
It takes me no time to discard my jeans. I’m already hard for her and as I kiss my way up her inner thigh, her back arches and she grabs onto the sheets.
“I’ve missed this so much,” she purrs.
Tracing my tongue up her stomach, I cup her breast and tell her, “I’m not going anywhere… you’ve got me.”
I didn’t see them last night, but the thin silver lines on her breasts and lower stomach are the reminders she carried my kid. It makes me harder, she’s permanently marked as mine.
“You’re all I need…” I thrust into her, telling her, “I love you.”
I take my time, kissing her, swallowing her every moan, and making sure she takes every inch of me.
“You’re mine, Amelia,” I grunt, and I lose my mind.
“Yes.”
Another deep thrust, I grind out, “Tell me I’m yours, Amelia.”
Her nails dig into my back, and I clamp my teeth down on her shoulder.
“I’m yours,” she moans.
It’s not enough.
“I’m gonna come,” she groans, and my balls tighten.
“Tell me you belong to me,” I order, fastening my pace.
“Yes… yes, oh God, yes, I belong to you… only you!” she cries out, clenching her tight pussy around me.
Driving in harder, faster, she trembles underneath me and my dick throbs as I pour my load into her.
Burying my face into her neck, our scattered breaths are the only sounds to be heard. Staying on top of her, I press my lips to hers.
I always imagined one day I’d find the one and that’d be that. The fact I’ve already found her is more than I deserve. I promised her my old life is dead and behind me, for this girl, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.
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Amelia
My hair shines once again. I’m wearing a little makeup. I’m wearing my own clothes. I stare at my reflection and see myself… who I used to be. I feel more myself. Surrounded by everything I know.
Darius comes up behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. When I smile at him now, it’s real. So much has happened in the last twenty-four hours that I should be spinning. Yet Darius making moves to change his whole life for me is something I did not see coming, but it feels so right.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I can’t go back again if you can’t.”
“Hey,” he soothes. “It’s done. I’m out. Believe me.”
Everything I used to want is dangling before me and I want to reach out and grab it.
But first I need to know something.
“What happened to Clare?”
He doesn’t move. He doesn’t flinch. His mouth opens and he says, “Tariq shot her. She’s buried in the dirt where no one will find her.”
I shouldn’t but I smile. I don’t think about it too long. And turn in his arms.
