Page 41 of Marked By Myth

I was so fucked.

Myth

I felt the moment she stiffened. Looking up at her from between her thighs, I could see the weight of everything crashing down on her.

The tears fell silently down the sides of her face as she let the sobs wrack in her chest. My chest ached. I wanted to make her feel good, but she was thinking about that little twerp again.

Moving up and over her, I rolled her on top of me, her thighs landing on either side of my hips. Rox squealed for a moment before she placed her palms down on my chest, and looked down at me. Her hair wasn’t as radiant as it once had been. The purple was hidden among the browns, not at all like she used to be.

I missed it.

I missed my fiery wife who would go ten rounds with me and I’d be the one limping. I needed her back in a way I couldn’t fathom.

“I don’t wanna see these tears, baby,” I told her, rubbing my thumbs under her eyes and drying her cheeks. “Focus on me, on us.”

Rox nodded, softly at first, before I felt her grind back down on my aching cock. That shit silenced everything in my head as I felt her wet pussy rub against me.

“You know,” she said, her voice taking on a darker tone. “I’m still going back to London.”

I chuckled, gripping her hips hard, pinching her skin under my fingers. “Is that a fact? We’ll just have to see about that. Now, get your pussy impaled on my fat cock, or I’ll fuck you until you pass out again and tattoo some more of my name on you.”

I couldn’t tell if she was excited by the threat or motivated to move, but she reached between us, lining my cock up to her entrance and did as I requested.

The feel of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock and sliding down was next to godliness. I could be happy with waking up to this every goddamn morning. A panging in my chest reminded me I did have this, and then I fucked it all up.

Back then, I had no idea what I was doing. I’d been pulled in every direction, and I lost the one thing I’d only ever wanted.

Her.

I wasn’t going to let it happen again. She was mine. She may think she was leaving here, but there was no way in hell I was letting that happen.

Rox moved on top of me, my name between her breasts had my balls aching for release. My road name underneath her belly button was the best damn thing I’d ever done. I wasn’t joking when I told her I’d tattoo more of my name on her. If she passed out, I would buy my own damn tattoo gun and tattoo her everywhere, on her fingers, her toes, wherever the fuck she had space, I’d put my name.

I knew how possessive I was, but when it came to Rox, it was blinding. I would do anything to have her, to keep her, to make her smile.

And that was dangerous.

Because there was a fucker in London trying to take that from me, and I had no damn pull over there. I could very well lose her again, only this time it would be forever.

I pounded my cock up into her, causing her to cry out, her nails digging into my chest.

“Fuck, Adrian,” she gasped, as my cock pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Fuck me, she was beautiful. She’d make the most beautiful babies. Shit. Where did that come from?

I’d never really wanted kids. It had always been a thing on the horizon and when I lost her, I’d put the thought away. But right now, the thought of planting my seed inside her, watching her grow our child, it did things to me.

Possessive. Insane things.

Her pussy tightened around me, and her orgasm ripped through her body violently as she scratched my chest like a cat in water, forcing my own orgasm to hit hard.

My cum was drizzling down between us, my load so full, she couldn’t contain it in her sweet pussy. I helped Rox down onto the bed, laying her on her side, so I could look at her beauty. Her hair was plastered to the side of her face. Smoothing it back, I saw the contented look of a woman well fucked, and one who knew she was adored.

The sound of Rox’s phone caught us in the moment, and we both froze. Rox rolled over, giving me her back as she looked down at the phone in her hand. I didn’t want her to break this moment, this need for her to have me be her saviour.

Pulling her hips back, she moaned as I slid my leg between hers, pushing my still-hard cock into the mess currently drizzling out of her. Marking my claim on her, all over again.

“Adrian.”

“Mine,” I growled into her ear. “We’re not done, Rox. We never were.”