Page 70 of Tortured Whispers
I leaned in and breathed his air. I breathed his scent, fresh like laundry, soap, and deodorant. I brushed my lips along his, suddenly desperate for his touch and kiss. His hold on me tightened and I felt my stomach flutter to life. Heat rippled through me and I pressed my body against his even harder. I needed his proximity.
I needed to feel him pumping through my veins.
“Cease,” his name came out as a quivering breath but it made his eyes pop open like all he dreamt about was me.
“Brook, are you okay?” He asked, groggy.
“I’m sowwy,” I choked out through tears.
“Baby…” he sighed, pulling me in tighter and burying his nose in my hair. The sobs that came from my mouth rocked my body. My shoulders shook and my wrists screamed in pain when I fisted Caesar’s shirt.
“It’s okay, Brooklyn. It’s okay.”
“I killed our baby,” I cried.
“You didn’t know,” he said, kissing me over and over.
“It’s still my fault. You can’t be that forgiving. You can’t. Why don’t you ever hate me! I did awful things and you still…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I felt ruined. I felt broken to the bone…no, deeper. I felt broken down to my cells and atoms.
“I still love you and I always will. I’ve had my moments to be angry with you and to grieve and I’ll have more in the future but…I forgive you, Brooklyn Powers.” I don’t know what I expected from him but forgiveness wasn’t it. I wasn’t prepared for the relief and peace that flooded my brain and body.
“I forgive you,” he said again, pulling me in tighter and closer until I thought I would meld with him and we’d turn into one.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his shoulder.
“I need for you to forgive yourself and know that it wasn’t your fault.” He pulled back and curled his fingers under my chin. My skin heated beneath his touch.
“I-I wanted to die.”
“Did you know you were pregnant?” He asked me, his cashmere brown eyes flitting over my features.
“No, of course not.”
“Then I need to hear you say you forgive yourself too. Start the healing, Brook. We both need it. We’ve got a long road ahead of us.” Caesar stroked my face and hair and I let my eyes fall shut.
“I forgive myself,” I said as quiet as the darkness around us. He nodded and kissed my forehead then each of my eyelids. They were such sweet and tender kisses that I gasped. Maybe I did deserve a love like Caesar. I’d been through the darkest moments and he was still there. He never ran or shied away. He never shoved me away from him. He only pulled me in closer. I had no idea what I did to deserve a man like him but the rocky road we just crossed over was a clear sign that we belonged together.
I would fight anyone to keep him.
He was mine.
I already died for him. Now, I was ready to live for him.
Our lips collided in a slow kiss that set fire to my insides. How long had it been since he touched me this way? Oh god, it ached so vibrantly. It ached all over in the most delicious ways.
“Caesar, make love to me,” I begged in staggered moans.
“Are you sure, Brook?” He hovered over me and peered down. His eyes danced with love and relief.
“Please, Cease. I need this. We need this connection.” I didn’t have to say another word. his lips dominated me in the best way possible. With every kiss, he coated my bruised heart with salve. Between my thighs throbbed with need each time he dropped a kiss to my neck. His teeth and lips nipped at my shoulders and throat while I bucked against him.
His cock was so stiff that I couldn’t help grinding against it. I rolled my hips over and over creating invisible infinity loops. “Fuck, I missed you so much, Brook.” Cease’s voice was a deep, pained groan.
I slid his boxer briefs down and gasped when his thick warm dick slapped against my pussy. I’d never been so wet. It had been too long and I needed him. He was my oxygen.
“Show me, Cease. Show me how much you missed me,” I said, sandwiching his face between my palms. While he kissed me, his erection cushioned against my wetness, threatening to push in forcefully. He took his time though.
I was even tighter than I remembered in the past, so he rocked against me until I stretched for him. Blood hummed in my veins once he was deep inside. I arched my back to better accept him and he hit a spot inside I didn’t even know I had.
