the other side of love. The dark side that is all pain, jealousy, horror, and heartbreak. If love was always this, no one would ever break up.
“I want this to last forever,” I whisper seconds before I know she’s going to release. My words aren’t a proposal or a promise. They aren’t even a declaration of love. But it is the truth. A wish I know is impossible to come true.
“Then take this moment with you forever, Knight, and it will,” she whispers back softly before digging her nails into my back and kissing me like it’s a competition.
We both climb higher and higher trying to hold out from coming so this moment can last longer. On any other night we would fuck numerous times, but not tonight. We are too exhausted to go another round. It’s after three in the morning. This is our only shot tonight.
I bite her lip. She nibbles on my ear.
I growl, and she moans louder.
“Come, Knight,” she commands, finally knowing if one of us doesn’t stop this it will literally continue forever because neither of us wants to stop.
“Not without you.” My thumb presses over her clit rubbing as I buck into her harder. Pulling an orgasm from her as I find my own.
She falls on top of me and falls asleep almost instantly. I smile, loving her on top of me with my cock still inside her. I hold her in my arms and no matter if my arms fall asleep, my muscles ache, or my body begs me to roll over I won’t. I’ll hold her all night. Because for the first time, I have someone worth holding onto.
Last night was the greatest and worst night I’ve had in a long time. Great because Mila is amazing. I’ve never felt so connected to anyone. And worst because Mila has never had so many nightmares in one night. I would wake her up and try to calm her down. Remind her that I’m here. That she’s safe. But as soon as she fell asleep again, she would have another nightmare.
True to my promise, I held her all night long. Through every terror but nothing I did helped her. It was as if this house brought her back to her worst place. And not even I am strong enough to bring her out of it. I need to tell her the truth.
“Coffee will help,” Mila says still curled up in my arms.
I nod.
Both of us are going to struggle to make it through today. Both of us lie in bed for a while longer until we hear Ren’s voice yelling. Until we hear kids feet running, and we know if we don’t get out of bed soon, it’s going to be worse.
Mila climbs out of my arms and walks over to her duffel bag. She pulls out a sundress. I’m surprised she’s wearing a dress when she prefers jeans anytime she’s not working.
“I should probably shower first.”
She shakes her head. “We don’t have time.”
“What?”
“My sister will start yelling at us to get out of bed in about five minutes. It’s already after eight. That’s sleeping in, in her view.”
I frown, understanding why Mila doesn’t get along with her family a little more now.
I pull out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that matches the blue in Mila’s dress. We need to be a united front to make it through today.
Mila bites her lip looking at the clothes I’m holding.
“What’s wrong?”
“Did you bring anything nicer? A suit or khakis or a shirt with a collar?”
“No, I thought this weekend would be casual.”
“Did you bring a long sleeved shirt?”
“No? Why would I? It’s eighty degrees outside.”
She frowns. “Sorry, it’s stupid. My family isn’t a big fan of tattoos, but you know what. It’s fine. They need to see the real you. We aren’t going to hide.”
I grab the nape of her neck and kiss her trying to take her worries away.
“Mila!” Ren’s voice rings through the house.
We both exhale and finish getting dressed quickly before heading downstairs for the trap awaiting us.
“Good morning,” Mila says to her sister who is standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand and a scowl on her face. She’s dressed like we are going to a luncheon. In a curve-hugging dress, nicer than Mila’s. Her hair is curled, and her makeup is full on. I don’t know what Ren’s plans are for today, but I feel very underdressed.