Page 94 of The Truth of Our Past

“Yes,” I answer immediately. It doesn’t matter what he puts on my skin, I need him to mark me permanently.

I yell his name, my hips arcing up and my hands bracing on the seat of the bike. I’m already on edge and my body takes over, caught between needing to fuck as fast and furious as we can and drawing this out to make it last.

The storm drowns out the sound of our bodies slapping together. The angle makes it hard for him to thrust, so my legs control the force of the thrust, and I can’t slow down. I’m a demon possessed riding him. Alec surrenders completely to my pace.

“I need to feel you come on my cock.” Alec strokes me with a calloused hand and it takes me over the edge faster than a lightning strike.

“That’s it,kärlek.Give me all your cum. Paint me with it.” He used the Swedish word for love and the love shining in Alec’s eyes wrings more out of me. I’m living in a dream with the way he’s looking at me. As if I’m the only one who can give him what he needs.

“I love you, Alec,mitt liv.” My words throw Alec over the edge. His entire body seizes and convulses with the strength of his orgasm.

His cum fills me and I reach out, my palm closing around the back of his neck, and haul his lips to mine.

I’m his.

He’s marking me.

Forever.

Alec leans in, licking my abs while his fingers scoop the cum from his body into his mouth. When he’s satisfied, he leans back. “Your turn.” He kneads my ass cheeks and says, “When you lift off, you’re going to squeeze your pretty little hole so I can watch my cum leak out of you.”

My dick jumps, rallying at the words that melt my brain. I will never get used to his dirty talk, but I love it.

Obeying his demand, I swing off the bike and face away from him, widening my legs to give him a better view.

His breathing hitches and I hear him get off the bike. A yelp startles out of me when his tongue laps at my inner thigh.

“Alec, I haven’t–—”

“Don’t care.” His arms cage me. “Don’t move.”

“Viking, you have the sexiest ass leaking my cum.” His thumbs part me as he murmurs, “Min kärlek.” Alec is the only thing holding me up. His words threaten to break me.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you.” Alec inhales deeply, clinging to me. “I hate myself for what I did to you.”

I pull him closer until our skin presses together, never to be parted, as long as I have any control over it. Words won’t take away the guilt, but loving him will help, so I hold him. I’m never letting go.

On the way back to the house, Alec slows his stride and since our hands are linked, I slow too.

“There’s a couple, maybe a few things to tell you…show you. Do you want to see your workshop?” Alec flushes and pats his pocket, looking for his antacids.

“What did you do?” I halt and press my forehead to his, comforting his worry.

“You should just see it for yourself.” Alec steps around me to open the door.

When I step inside, I’m speechless. Again.

It’s no wonder I never saw Alec. He’s been a miracle worker in his free time. The tools are sorted into piles based on usability and garbage, the scorched walls have been painted, and my workbench is reassembled.

“You have the option to create, but no pressure. It doesn’t matter if you never create art again, you can use the space for something else. Please let me repair the reminder of what I did to you.” Alec shoves his hands in his pockets, eyes on the floor.

My heart aches for my man.“Älskling,you didn’t need to do this. You aren’t responsible for my mess,” I say, hugging him.

He smells like rain, sweat, and my sunshine. I have the urge to rub my body against his, branding his smell on me. I settle for rubbing my cheek against his hair.

“It’s my fault. If I hadn’t tried to sellEvighet, you would be sculpting in here.” Alec’s voice is hoarse. He’s picked up a lot of Swedish in the last week and his effort humbles me.

We stay locked in our embrace as if we both feel the clock ticking down the time until we won’t be able to touch each other.

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