Page 89 of Waiting Game

He inhaled shakily as I eased myself onto him, forcing him to fit.

Ren’s hands found my hips, and pushed me backwards and forwards in a slow and rhythmic tempo.

“I love you, Val,” he said.

I leaned down, resting just inches away from his face as his rough hands wandered around and gripped my ass.

“I love you, too,” I mumbled against his lips.

I continued to roll my hips on top of him, slowly and deliberately, and I could see the frustration grow in his expression as I teased. He raked his hands through his hair and his jaw hardened as I slowed even further.

“Fuck resting,” he growled suddenly, sitting up and pushing me back, pinning me against the soft mattress.

“Ren,” I argued.

“Hush, bunny,” he whispered, holding my wrist with one hand as the other worked its way between my legs. I pressed my lips together as his fingers wandered and circled, his eyes never leaving mine. My breathing became more and more ragged as he picked up the pace, and he smirked as my hips rolled beneath him.

I reached up and threw my hands around his neck, pulling him towards me so I could kiss him. It was something that I was sure I would never get sick of, the feeling of his lips on mine.

He positioned himself in between my legs and pushed inside of me completely. My back arched as he pulled out and slammed into me again.

“So wet for me,” he smirked as he slid in and out, “it’s almost as if even your pussy knows that it’s fucking mine.”

The slow and careful tempo had transformed in an instant into desperate and rough and his words sent a tingle down my inner thighs. Though injured, Ren was not holding back anymore. I was glad, even though I was still worried, but I found it hard to focus on anything but the feeling of him.

We were making up for lost time, every other man disappeared from my memory with him, it was like they never existed.

It had always been me and him.

The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he pushed himself closer and closer to me, both of us inching closer to the edge of the bed with every urgent thrust.

“Mine,” he growled against my ear.

“Always,” I mumbled into his jaw as his breathy groans vibrated against my neck.

His mouth crashed against mine as I shuddered beneath him. The orgasm ripped through my body, starting deep in my stomach and radiating quickly down to my toes. I arched again as I whimpered with every one of his strokes, the sensations and feelings becoming overwhelming.

My fingernails dragged down his back, and his muscles twitched beneath them.

Ren reached up and grabbed my chin once again, looking down at me with his darkened emerald eyes, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

His eyes slammed shut and his eyebrows clashed together as he shuddered, pulsing deep inside of me with a low groan. After a few seconds of catching our breaths, he rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms. I laid against his chest and listened to his frantic heartbeat until it slowed to a normal pace.

His fingers traced up and down my body, trailing slowly from my arm, down into the dip of my waist, and down to my thighs.

Even though there was so much to worry about, so much that was about to change - I felt at peace in his arms. I wasn’t stressing or overthinking, I wasn’t planning my next cowardly escape. I was just here with him and I wasn’t just content.

I wasn’t just in a space of “this will do.”

I was happy.

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We curled up on the couch together that night with our cups of noodles, the only food that was left in the safe house, scrolling through Ren’s phone and looking at flights.

“There’s so many options,” Ren shook his head.

“We could go to Italy,” I smiled, leaning against him.

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