Page 24 of It Was Always You

“You keep saying things like that and I might just think you’re serious,” I say on a shaky exhale, leaning forward to press a kiss against his throat.

“I’ll keep saying it until you believe it.” He claims my mouth in another bruising kiss, manoeuvring us until I’m sitting on the edge of the kitchen island with him between my thighs, grinding his hard cock against the seam of my sleep shorts and driving me wild.

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me have my breakfast now, hmm?” he asks, his hands tugging at the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down enough to expose me. My breath hitches as his knuckles graze my core, drawing a heated look from him.

“I’ll be so good for you, just as long as you make me come,” I beg, trying to raise my hips, but his arm stops me from moving anywhere.

“You’ll be good because I said so,” he purrs before pushing his hoodie up over my tits, leaving me completely exposed and at his mercy. Exactly how he wants me.

Reaching up, he squeezes one of my tits while spreading my thighs further apart with the other before growling and diving in. He uses one hand to spread my pussy apart while he licks into me, winding me up into a panting and gasping mess, desperate to come. But every time I get close, he delivers a swift slap to my tit and pulls back with a smirk as he licks his lips, growling, “Not yet,” before indulging back in.

“Please, I’ll do anything…just let me come.”

Finally relenting, he doubles down, finger-fucking me at the same time as he nips my clit, and I shatter into a thousand pieces with a scream. Thank fuck, there are no neighbours.

I’m still panting, trying to catch my breath when he presses his fingers against my back hole. My eyes snap open, and I try to sit up, only for him to place a hand on my stomach, easing me down. “One day, I’m going to claim this ass. But not today. I just want to play a bit, okay, baby?”

Reluctantly, I nod, unsure but curious.

He starts licking my core again, and I relax. Then, he thrusts a finger in my pussy, curling it up against my G-spot, and I shatter with a scream instantly.

“You like that, huh?” he teases, and with a final kiss to my clit, he withdraws from both holes and stands, leaning down to kiss me. I can taste myself on him and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing.

I reach between us, trying to free his erection. Desperate for the physical intimacy only he can bring. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that feeling.

“So much, but I need you, O. Please,” I beg as we part for air, and I manage to get his sweats just below his hips, and his thick cock springs free.

“What my girl wants, she gets.” He thrusts himself home, and I latch onto his neck, kissing and biting it. The thought of him wearing my mark is fucking hot.

“So perfect, so wet for me,” he chants as he pistons his hips, driving us both mad.

“All yours,” I gasp.

I shatter on his cock, and cursing, he follows me over the edge. He rests his forehead against my chest for a moment, kissing the skin there before standing up and looking at me with an expression so full of awe and love I fear I might just combust looking at him.

“You’re perfection, Cora. And you’re all mine.”

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After reluctantly getting cleaned up and dressed in workout gear, we head down to the gym to settle into our familiar routine of strength-building drills and MMA moves.

Working out on legs that still feel like jelly and trying to ignore the sexual tension is a new kind of fresh hell, but we manage, and it’s only later when we’ve had dinner and are settled in front of the TV I bring up something that’s been on my mind all day.

“I still don’t understand how someone who looks and fucks like you was still a virgin.”

He chuckles, his response lighthearted yet full of longing. “Well, that’s simple to explain: porn and self-practice,” he says before his expression turns serious. “As for the real question? I meant it when I said it’s always been you, Cora. It sounds cliché, but from the moment I first saw you, I felt an instant connection. That’s why I pretended to be in your class and showed you where to go. I needed an excuse to be near you, to get your attention. Once Abigail befriended you, it gave me the perfect way to learn about you from a distance. The more I knew, the deeper I fell, and no one else ever compared. It seemed pointless to consider anyone else when I was hoping I might have a shot with you one day, when it was safe to do so.”

Yeah, it sounds crazy, but I do understand. Because I felt the same way. There was an ache only his presence could fix. I brushed it off, figuring it was just a crush that would forever go unreciprocated and eventually fizzle out.

As I study his sincere expression, I realize this is one thing I’d be happy to be wrong about. I’ve always believed actions speak louder than words, so with a watery smile, I pour my unspoken feelings into a gentle kiss, until he hauls me closer with a groan and deepens it.

Maybe finding out my dad’s the head of the mafia and having a target on my back isn’t so bad, after all.

Chapter 20

Waking up to the sight of Owen’s hand groping my tit and his hard cock pressed against my ass while his other hand cups my pussy is something I could get used to.

The past month has been bliss. While we have stuck to our training and workout routines, our evenings are now packed with little mini date nights because Owen insists on ‘doing things right.’

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