Page 7 of Their Darkest Needs

“Do you need my help to get to the car, love?” He gently grabs my arm with one hand and grabs my chin with the other, making me raise my eyes to his.

“Don’t mother me so much, I’m fine. Truly.” I get up from the bed and raise my arms to show him I can move myself. “See.”

He doesn’t seem fully convinced, but hey, he literally came into our home to find his wife being attacked and beaten, it would make me overly worried too if I were in his place.Even though he is driving me crazy.

“Just don’t strain anything. I’m finally getting you back home. I don’t want you to be stuck in here again.” His eyes are glassy, and I find myself reaching for him.

The smile that comes to his face at my movement lights me up. He’s so beautiful when he smiles.

I softly graze my lips against his. I don’t know why I haven’t done so before. We are married after all. He moves his hand to support the back of my head and pulls me against his lips, kissing me intensely. Like we haven't kissed in ages, though I guess a week without kissing might be odd for a married couple.

I laugh, trying to pull myself away, but he's reluctant, keeping me in place.

“You're acting like it’s been years, babe. I thought you wanted us to go home.” I raise my eyebrow at him. He moves his arms away, going through his hair with his hand.

“Well, that one week felt like an eternity.”He is such a smooth talker.

The drive back home doesn’t take long, I stare at the house—well our house. Nothing about this place even feels familiar.

“What has taken my precious bride's attention away from her husband?”

Ryan holds my hips with his hands while he smiles up at me. He moves his hand to brush a stray hair behind my ear and kisses me again.

“I don’t understand how I don’t remember this house, it’s so beautiful and big. I feel bad for not remembering you. I just, I don’t know, this is all so much. I wish Mara was still here.” I can feel a tear sliding down my cheek. I don’t think I can fully do this without her, life is just not the same.

Ryan kisses the tear away and holds me close.

“When I saw you lying there, I thought I lost you for a second. I’d rather have you with amnesia and alive than live without you. Don’t feel bad, love, we'll get through this.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb and kisses my forehead before guiding me to the door.

This house is big and cozy looking. The hallway is filled with pictures of us together hanging on the wall—pictures I can’t recall ever being taken.

A flash of guilt comes back up and I try to push it down again. It’s not my fault. It's that man’s, he not only took my friend from me but also my marriage.Well, the memory of it at least.

“On the bright side, look at all the things we could do for the first time again.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and pushes me against the wall, kissing me fiercely while his hand crawls under my shirt, grabbing my breast.

“You're so perfect,” he whispers against my lips while trailing kissing along my chin and then my neck. I moan at the feeling of him sucking on my skin while pinching my nipples.

“Mine,” he says before pulling my shirt off. He moves down, placing his warm mouth on my breast and starts to suck on it.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, keeping him close against me. His hands slowly roam down my body while he sucks and bites my nipple. I can feel the wetness puddling between my legs, and I groan out my appreciation of his hand getting underneath my underwear. He circles my clit with his thumb before slowly pushing his fingers inside of me. I moan at the feeling, making him chuckle against my skin. He kisses my left nipple before removing his head from my breast. The loss of contact makes me whine.

“I know, I know, but the doctor said to take it easy. And with you making noises like that, I’m not sure I can keep my promise.” He removes his fingers, smiling at my protest, and hooks his arm under my leg, picking me upagain.

“You seriously stopped mid orgasm because I need to ‘take it easy’?” I seethe at him. He laughs loudly, a small dimple showing on his cheek. I sigh. I can’t stay mad when he looks like that.

He walks up the stairs, and I grab his neck out of fear of him losing his balance.

“I don’t think it’s smart to choke the man holding you on the stairs, love,” he says while walking up.

I scoff at him. “Then don’t drop me. I’d rather not die falling off the stairs before I've even had an orgasm.”

“Have some faith, will ya?” He kicks open the first door next to the stairs and carefully places me on the bed.

“See, still one piece. Now about that orgasm.” He stands at the end of the bed, pulling my pants and underwear down in one swift pull.

“Look at you all ready and needy.” His finger brushes over my slit, gathering my wetness. Lifting it up towards his mouth, he sucks his finger clean and pulls it out with a loud pop.

There’s a sinister smile on his face. It makes me feel like my body is on fire with the way he watches me.

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