me beg for your big cock because I will. All night long.”
His brows furrow in determination, hunger flashing in his eyes, and he nods. Slowly, almost painfully so, he pushes into me. I want to scream and beg and cry for him to slam into me, but I know this has to be on his terms.
“Jesus!” he hisses when he is seated completely inside of me. I can feel his cock throbbing and my pussy contracts with each pulse. We almost don’t even have to move, our bodies knowing what to do without us.
“You’ve been missing out, huh?” I mutter and wriggle my hips.
He groans and begins a slow thrust into me. “Maybe I’ve just been waiting for the perfect woman. Happy birthday, Baylee.”
My watch beeps indicating that it’s midnight and I smile. Of course my obsessive man would know a second before midnight. My sweet, perfect, counting man.
“Go faster, mister, or you won’t live to see yours,” I say with a grin.
It’s just the encouragement he needs. His hips buck against me, each thrust getting harder and harder. I try to kiss at him but he lifts up so he can watch me as he makes love to me.
“You’re so tight and fucking perfect,” he says with a grunt. “It’s never felt this good.”
I smile and then moan when he hits me deep. Curls of pleasure in my lower abdomen start their dance and I know it won’t be long before I climax with him deep inside me.
“I like it too, War.”
War satisfies a part of me that I never knew existed. He seems to own parts of my soul that I never knew were available for others to take. But he doesn’t just take from me. In its place, he gives me parts of him that I will treasure forever.
“I won’t last long, Bay. It’s been so long.”
“Shhh, just come. I want it.”
I’m close but I don’t care about my release. I want him to let go of ten years’ worth of stress and sadness and despair. I want him to pour it all from him and never let it back inside.
“Bay!” he grunts out my name seconds before his heat explodes inside me. He doesn’t quit his thrusting and I’m soon following.
Stars dance before me. Millions of them. I want to count them for him. Tell him exactly how happy he makes me in a numerical form he can understand.
“Oh God,” he murmurs and buries his face into my neck. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. I want to make you orgasm over and over again just to see the look on your face.”
I run my fingertips along the bare, contoured flesh on his back. I’m not sure how long he’ll let me inside of his heart and head, but I’ll be selfish and enjoy it while I can. After some time, he begins to tense up.
“Baylee, can we…”
“Shower?”
A huff of hair tickles my neck. “Please.”
I nod and smile. “That’s normal you know. So don’t start thinking you’re some weirdo because you want to clean up. Can I sleep in your bed after?”
He lifts up and gives me a look of sadness that overwhelms me nearly to the point of tears. “I want you in my bed every night. I want you in my arms every second of every day. And tonight, I will take you as long as I can have you.”
I let the tears well in my eyes. When one races down my cheek, he swipes it away.
“But forgive me if my mind takes over and makes me its fucking hostage again. Promise me, beautiful.”
As if I’d do anything else.
“I promise. I’m still yours even when you don’t want me.”
His face darkens. “You’re always mine and I’ll never stop wanting you.”
As he sleeps, I stare at his handsome face. The bathroom light is on so his features are shadowed. Even in the dark. In the shadows. He’s still innocent and pure. Warren has led a sheltered life from his own volition. His mother made a choice that ruined her son for life.
My thoughts drift to my own mother. I miss her so much. There have been times I thought about calling Land to ask him to take me home. Not that I plan on staying there but so that I could check on Mom.
But once I was home?
I’d be right in the clutches of Gabe.
What would he do this time?
I shiver at the thoughts of him finding more objects to use on me. More