Liam
“That’s why I left.”
Confusion mars her beautiful face. “Well… yeah.”
Ice runs through my veins as she repeats her words.Man up, Murphy.You’re missing something. “Explain.”
Her brows scrunch, and she looks away, not toward the bathroom though. She’s not remembering, she’s conjuring.
I give her a squeeze to prompt her. My shoulder is not happy with this. Neither is my hip, but she can’t run, and I need to understand.
“I’d think you’d understand. I mean, you’re in this too.”
We’re going backward in clarity.
“In what way?”
“In the legal way. The contractual way.”
“Baby, I’m not following. Lay it out plainly. I’m begging you.”
She sighs. The force of it pushes her nipples into my tee and drops her naked pussy near my dick. This is killing me.
“Ugh. Why are you making me say this? Fine. It’s bad because I know it’s an agreement for you, and I know I’m going to get hurt, okay? You’re all… You.” What does that mean? “And I’m all… me.”
“What the fuck?”
“Don’t growl at me, William. You said ‘Lay it out plainly’.” She drops her voice an octave trying to imitate me. “And I’m trying. Being mad at me just makes it worse.”
“You think I’d hurt you? You’d think I’d allow that for one minute?”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’ll crumble when you walk away.”
“And I’m all me. What does that even mean? That I don’t give a fuck?”
She pulls back, slamming her head into the wall. “Ouch.” She lifts a hand to rub the back of her skull. “No.” She closes her eyes, trying to escape me, dropping her head to my shoulder.
A tear runs down my neck and startles me. I pull back, enough to force her to confront me—to confront us. Gingerly, I wrap a hand around her throat, feeling her pulse race, and tilt her head up.
Her eyes fly to search my face, but I watch my hand, seeingthe weather-worn, ink-filled fingers as a choker around her pale blemish-free skin. “You think I’d let you go? You think for one moment, Wifey, that I wouldn’t chase you to the ends of the earth to come back to me? You missed it. Somewhere, along the way, you climbed under my skin, inside my chest, and made a home. I have no idea how to do this, but I sure as fuck am not going to attempt this life without you.”
I drop my forehead to hers and take her bottom lip between my teeth to her audible gasp. Kissing my way to her ear, I whisper there, “You might as well be inked on my body, Lorien. You’re permanent. We’re permanent. You don’t need to worry about me leaving. I do want to address the way you speak about yourself, but after I climb inside your body the way you have mine.”
Reaching between us, I undo my belt. “Guide me home, Wifey.”
She holds my eyes as I hold her throat. The sheet parts, and she uses her knees to scrape my pants down my legs, not able to take any great care with the wound on my hip, positioning herself above my stiff cock.
As she hovers, she touches my chest, saying so quietly I almost miss it, “I want to be inked on your skin. I want a permanent place on your body.”
I thrust up into her with one hard move, pressing her back into the wall, and take her with abandon. Her gasps and cries rise in volume until I take her mouth with mine. “Mine. Those moans are mine. Everything about us is mine. Do you understand?”
She nods with what little she’s able to move her neck before I release her throat and move us from the wall to lay her on the bed. She’s wrapped around me as if she’s afraid to let go.
I pound and rut into her, trying to mark her from the inside out like she’s done to me. Sliding one of her legs further up my back, I drive deeper and find her clit with my thumb.
“What do you feel?”
“Bliss.” Gasp. “Pleasure.” The word is stretched out in erotic pronunciations. “Everything.”
