Blink.
Blink.
With practically a roar, he never let up, pulling my knees wide and to my chest, his cock pounded into me.
“My woman.”thrust“Mine to take care of.”thrust“Mine to chase her demons away.”
My vision blurred, my body trembled, I exploded with pure ecstasy. Like a million butterflies fluttering in my body. “That’s right, give me what I want.” My tears flowed to the eye mask, but I was relieved when he plucked it out of my mouth only to seal his lips on mine, chasing his own orgasm. He swallowed my cries and replaced them with the feeling of love and being cherished, being wanted.
With only one hard thrust, Shooter came hard and spilled inside my pussy. Both of us coming down from self-induced lust, our bodies sweaty. Nothing in the world was going to pull me away this time.
He stayed there, his cock slowly still spurting his release. His lips pressed against my forehead, breathing in our scent.
“You are breathtaking,” he cooed.
“I want to touch you,” I whimpered. He smiled and unlocked the cuffs. I couldn’t reach him fast enough to pull him to me. I needed him closer, to feel his tattooed skin on mine.
Only minutes later he pulled away, his cock slowly leaving me. He crouched down, looking at my pussy. Our cum started to seep from me. The tips of his fingers glided over my sensitive pussy. He scooped up our cum and started to push it back in. I groaned at the feeling, it was primal, it was a claiming.
“Be a good girl, and keep it in there.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.
I wasn’t going to argue. He laid next to me, but yanked me close to him.
He was mine.
That’s when the emotions that had been pushed back during him claiming me came back and with vengeance.
I wrapped my head around the thought of if I was ready, but that’s the thing, you never know and you’re never really prepared. Shooter held me tight against him, and for a moment my mind shut off and just enjoyed feeling him near me.
To be honest, I was ready for hibernation, I was ready to let go and forget everything.
My body started to tremble. I nuzzled further into his neck, trying to keep it together.
“I’m here, Amelia.” His calm voice soothed me.
Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks. “Please don’t make promises you don’t mean.”
“I meant all of them.” He reassured me, resting his chin on my head.
“Why?”
He sighed. “Because for the longest time, I thought you were just a saving grace, someone to pull me out of the darkness. What I realized is that we needed each other. Someone to show each other that we could have it all. Even if I didn’t realize what that could look like.”
His words felt real, and I guess for the longest time, I stopped fighting him, pushing him away. I wished I realized it sooner. He didn’t have to tell me he loved me, not when I felt it every day. I could feel the words at the tip of my tongue, like they were itching to be told. But when I opened my mouth, no sound came out.
“Your soul calls to mine.”
“Every dark and twisty way.” It sounded too poetic, and yet, just right.
He hummed. “My woman.”
“Would it be crazy to call you mine?”
“I would love to hear you call me that.”
I smiled, looking into his dark eyes. “Okay.”
Shooter moved to sit up against the headboard, his arm still wrapped around me. The moment of bliss was over and reality was about to settle back in.
