Page 58 of Love Me

“Tomorrow, we will sit at Grandmother’s table and act civilized. And you will say whatever you need to, except what we do for fun.”

That word uncaps my anger.

“Fun? You idiot. You could die!” I scream, the ocean seemingly ripples with my terror.

My chest heaves, and my palms move to my temples, trying to eradicate that horrific thought.

His hands cup my face, alleviating my anguish with a simple touch. Our eyes lock. Everything else disappears.

Nothing is promised.

Nothing is given.

We get moments and try to hold on to them. Everything is destined to fade, so why not indulge?

I spring into his arms. He catches me, holding me tightly.

Don’t let me go. Never let me go or I’ll never find myself again.

I brush a kiss on his mouth, and his eyes open––he’s the one I can never expel from my soul. He’s branded there.

It’s as if this was everything he was looking for. He drags my face to him by the back of my neck. His lips curl up into a radiant smile like he used to give me: happy, serene, and mine.

“Say it,” he demands.

“I want to feel you. Give me everything you have.”

He’s still mine, and when it comes to him, I have no power at all. Stupid weakness. But at this moment, I don’t even care.

Vulnerability glistens in Celine’s eyes. With her in my arms, this moment feels ethereal. I revel in it, sealing it in my soul.

I slam my mouth against hers. It’s a hard, bruising kiss, teeth and tongue colliding. Nibbling on her sweet lips, I feast to my heart’s content. Everything in me comes alive. She’s mine. I am hers. Need drives me. Desire owns me. Patience evaporates.

I reach for her top and she lifts her arms. Discarding it, my palms cover her round, perky breasts. A satisfied groan vibrates low in my throat.

I drove even more aggressively tonight, but I hated the guys ogling her, asking if they could have a go at her. Never. She’s mine, all mine.

I swipe my thumbs over her nipples. They pucker at my touch, and I lift her up to straddle me. Desperate to satiate my hunger for her, I dive in, sucking each pebbled cherry. Her moans ring in my ears––a crescendo of pleasure. Locking her arms around my neck, her nails bite into my skin, just as desperate as I am. I am painfully hard, ready to get inside of her.

I could almost laugh at my stupid ass. As if I could just fuck her when she’s so deeply rooted inside of me, traces of her would be found in my genetic coding.

Celine looks gorgeous with her lips parted and a flush covering her beautiful complexion.

She arches her back, gripping the ends of my hair, wanting more. I am desperate to give her everything she wants. With jerky moves, she pulls at my shirt, tossing it to the side, and her hands land on my chest.

We savor the skin-on-skin sensation for a few moments. I place her down and she helps me get out of my jeans, peeling them down my legs. I stumble out of them, and she giggles. I’d make a fool out of myself to hear those heavenly sounds. Next, I slip her shorts off. Only a thong separates me from entering my home.

I slide them down gently, wanting to prolong the moment. Our reunion deserves more than a quick fuck. I toss them on the pile with the rest of our discarded clothes.

Her skin shines, bathed in the moon’s light. The gentle breeze plays in her hair––a goddess right before my eyes. The sight is breathtaking. Her teary eyes find mine, punching at my heart.

I love you. It’s at the tip of my tongue.

You are the only thing I fear because only you can break me.

I kiss her neck and down her chest, peppering her nipples. Every kiss and touch is a testament to my devotion to her. My hungry being is desperate to taste and touch every inch of her, trying to get a fill––impossible.

In one swift move, I pick her up and place her on the hood. Finally, I can check out this fantasy of fucking my girl on my car.

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