“I’ll beg whenever you need me to, Indie. Don’t think I’m above giving you whatever pleases you.” He kisses my forehead, a total contradiction to the way his free hand is roaming my naked body. “Makes you happy.”
His cock slips back inside me, hand reaching under my thigh, throwing it over the crevice of his arm as he fucks me again. I reach up and palm his chiselled jaw, looking him in the eyes as I whisper, “I love you with a wrath your fucking hell would be jealous of.”
Sweat glistens over both of our skin, pants of breath and cries filling the room as the slow and sensual pace from earlier is gone.
He fucks me like a man that’s lost his mind.
“Watch yourself in the mirror,” he hisses raggedly into my ear, tightening my body against him. “Remind yourself what it looks like to be mine.”
I whine out his name, staring at my reflection over his shoulder like he asked, madness welling in my eyes when I feel the waves crashing into me with a force that might drown me, dragging me under until darkness edges my vision as he soon follows me in, just like always.
“Because you aremine, baby.”
My cries are loud, and his thrusts arehard.
“All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mine.”
36
Indie
something in the heavens - lewis capaldi
“Itoldyoutorest, boss. This doesn’t look like you’ve been listening,” Kyle says to Saint, who’s sitting on the edge of the medical bed in the Pit, having the wire snipped at his side as he redoes his burst stitches.
I told him to lie to cover it up, but did he listen?
No.
I too have had to endure an earful.
“Another five days, and then you can resume…whatever it was you said you were doing.”
My cheeks flare when Saint winks at me. “Can’t promise that.”
Kyle shakes his head as he leaves the room, and when I turn back to look at Saint, he pats his thigh. I fold my arms and pop my hip. “You heard what he said. You need to rest.”
His voice is like silk gliding along my bare neck, and he cocks his eyebrow. “You can do all the work then.”
I fail spectacularly at keeping my laugh in, walking over as he pulls his hoodie back over his head, and I gently tug down thesides to help. Saint grips me to stand between his thighs, kissing my temple. “Thank you.”
I arch back to stare up at him, wondering what the hell happened to him during his time at the facility. Whatever it was, it’s obviously had the adverse effect they hoped for, because it’s given him a set of manners.
I’ve had please, sorry and thank you within the space of one day. “For what?” I ask, lifting my hands to cup each side of his head, thumb tracing the sides of his freshly trimmed hair.
“You came and got me. It wouldn’t have been easy after what you went through,” he murmurs, and it’s low. Likely because he feels a certain way about me being involved in his rescue.
“Our feelings aren’t one sided, Saint. You burn the world for me; I’ll scorch it and anyone who stands in the way of what’s ours.”
His smirk has me second guessing the doctor’s orders, heat erupting through my body when he speaks. “I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?”
“Just another thing you need to remind yourself of when you make rash decisions.”
It’s taken a while for me to come around, but when I put myself in his shoes, I’d undoubtedly do the same for him.
I tried in the woods, was wholeheartedly willing to give myself over, knowing exactly what I’d be subjected to, as long as it kept him out of their hands.
And that is why our love is so fucking maddening, and yet, I wouldn’t change it for the world.
