Page 25 of It Was Always You

We’ve shared so much, from favourite movies to intimate hopes and dreams. It’s brought us incredibly close—close enough that the idea of spending Christmas just the two of us here, away from the rest of the world, feels like the best plan I could ask for.

Spending so much isolated time together has made us grow as close as an old married couple and I fucking love it.

I also love how he can’t seem to keep his hands off me now that we’ve crossed that final line.

Feeling his hands twitch, gripping me tighter, brings me back to the present just as he rumbles, “If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.” He strokes my slit before pressing one, then two fingers inside my pussy while pinching and twisting my nipple. Fuck, this man knows exactly how to drive me crazy with need.

“Fuck, Owen,” I moan, twisting to kiss him. Our kiss is all tongues and teeth and it’s not long until between the kiss and what he’s doing with his fingers that I feel myself clamp down on him and I cry out as I come. I’m still gasping and squirming when Owen pushes me flat on my back, pushes one of my legs back against my chest to open me up to him and thrusts home as if he couldn’t bear to wait a single second longer.

“Your pretty, perfect pussy was made to take my cock,” he growls into my ear as he fucks me into the mattress, and I just moan and grab onto his shoulders, unable to form a coherent response. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure.

As he reaches above me with one hand to grip the headboard so he can fuck me harder, I dig my nails into his shoulders, hanging on for dear life.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” he demands, rubbing my clit.

“You! It’s yours. I’m yours,” I cry out as I come, triggering his own release.

Thank fuck for birth control.

“That’s fucking right. No one else will ever get to lay hands on you ever again.” With a final, gentle kiss, he rolls off me and disappears into the bathroom. As I catch my breath, he returns with a washcloth.

“I can do that,” I murmur, but he shakes his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he tends to me. “I know you can, but so can I.” Sigh.

Once he’s satisfied, he presses a kiss on my hip bone. This is what was missing in my previous relationship.

The peace and happiness just to sit here in silence is what dreams are made of.

The shrill sound of Owen’s phone cuts through my content- ment.

Reluctantly, he answers, and I watch his face darken with anger and worry. When he hangs up, the look he gives me is one of deep frustration.

Worried, I ask, “Everything okay?”

“That was my dad. There’s been an attack. Your apartment was targeted, too. They know you’re not there,” he explains, his voice tense.

“No one knows where we are, right? That was the whole point of us not telling Jonathan or anyone else.” He nods before gripping my arms, resting his forehead against me as he says, “I can’t handle the thought of them getting to you.”

I lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth, trying to offer him silent reassurance. After a while, he jumps off the bed and says, “We need more supplies. I was going to say it should be safe enough for us both to go but…” He gives me a wary look.

“Not now,” I say with a sigh. I understand but can’t help but be frustrated at the same time. I would do just about anything for some fresh air right now;

His eyes fill with a mix of love and fierce determination. “If anything feels off, you know what to do. Go straight to the panic room.”

I nod, even as dread settles into my stomach like a poisonous snake waiting to strike when I’m least expecting it, but with a frown, I try to shake it off as he leaves me alone.

Text Chat

CORA: Hey, I heard shit’s hitting the fan back at home. Are you okay?

ABBIE: I’m fine for now, we’re in such a tight lockdown I don’t even know where I am. It’s you guys we’re worried about. Rumour has it there’s a mole who found out all our safe house locations…

CORA: Which means it’s only a matter of time before they go to them all…

ABBIE: Exactly, but Owen knows what he’s doing so just listen to him, yeah?

CORA: Yeah, and hopefully we can come home soon. I miss you :(

ABBIE: If I have to come get you home, you bet your ass I will. Miss you too babe :(

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