“Say it,” he barks as he keeps taking us higher and higher. My head is lost in luscious promises. Before I can take another breath he’s buried his hand in my hair again, twisting my hair and mixing a whole lot of pain into the moment. But in doing so, the line I was skating gets erased, and my pussy locks up as an orgasm starts leaking through my system.
He thrusts past the start of my orgasm, adding to the intensity while also making it feel like I’ll never be able to stop the tide of pleasure.
“I’ll keep doing this until you say it, Heidi,” he barks again.
And I know Ramses isn’t after swapping bold declarations because as easily as I know my own name, he also knows how I feel about him already. He just wants us to be past everything that happened before us. Because one thing Ramses is, is consuming, there’s no room for anything but him and his brothers.
He swoops low, making his cock hit deeper and his knot push me to nearly bursting to emphasise his words. It’s literally a handful of times before I can’t bear the feeling of how full I am but still needy. It’s him I need. The asshole knows it too.
“No more ghosts, Ram,” I whisper as I start falling.
He uses my hair to pull us both back up to kneeling. “Such a good girl,” he says, his lips on my skin. And like I asked, he doesn’t kiss my mouth, instead his lips move to where his claim would be sitting if he hadn’t fucked up.
He sucks on my throat as he comes. Marking me as much on the outside as he is on the inside. And even though I only wanted physical, I should have known I’d be the one struggling in the fallout of the way he made me feel because I do feel with him and always have.
My body is blitzed out and my brain is floaty, the earlier build up is gone. But in its place, I ache for a different reason. I whine at the thought of losing him. Feeling all of this deeper than I should, it’s really not fair considering everything I all but demanded.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he repeats as he curls back around me.
“Goddamn, Ram,” I say, pushing back against him, sinking further into his arms, and yeah, our connection. Safe to say, I’m struggling keeping our physical closeness separate from the emotional one we share. The one I’m trying to not acknowledge.
I don’t like feeling like this; I hate being confused. I hate giving off conflicting signals. I hate the fact I feel guilty. I hate thinking I’ve hurt him. He stays quiet, letting our bodies do the talking again. He floods me in his scent and his grounding presence, giving me reassurance without question because that is who he is.
“You were right.” He says after a while, his breath is warm against my shoulder where his lips have been resting.
I shake my head slightly, twisting a little to see him. “For the sake of clarification, what am I right about this time?”
“I feel better. We can start work again after we’ve showered,” he flicks his eyebrows up and gives me an out. “You ready to?”
I’m ready to kiss his beautiful face at how he lets my mini meltdown go without me needing to explain it for him. With a final squeeze of his arms, he pulls out.
I’m prepared this time. Of course, he lifts me up and pulls a Darius again, carrying me into the bathroom, his lips at my ear as he holds me close. “I promise you, everything you are feeling, I am too. I’ll do anything for you, but please don’t ever ask me not to kiss you again.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, because I am. That is easy to admit.
“Don’t be. Being with you just now was better than good, more than I hoped for. Besides, surely you know by now I’ll take anything you throw my way.”
He lets me down to test the water before he guides me under the water, effectively cutting off any more conversation on the matter, handling it perfectly too.
I take the soap out of his hands to wash him since I already blurred all the lines of our hook-up anyway. I go for what feels right. I guess he does too, he hops out before me and uses my towel before passing it over to me. A softer, more subtle version of his scent layers over me and I like it.
“How about a restart?” He offers.
“Are you always going to say what I need to hear?” I ask, half serious, half playful because I feel a tonne lighter, more like myself again.
He throws his hands up and drops a cocky smirk my way as his answer.
I laugh. “Get out of here.”
He disappears leaving me laughing although that disappears in an instant when I see my hair.
“Ramses! What the actual fuck! Did you see my hair?”
His head pops back in the bathroom and he looks at me seriously. Like looks at me to see if I’ve lost my marbles or some shit.
“Hey? You look stunning…. I don’t see the issue.”
“You don’t see the issue?” I ask again, pointing at the mess on my head.
