Page 47 of Ambrosia Kisses
I'm trying like hell to do it a better way this time—to do it therightway this time. But old habits die hard, I guess.
"No, I don't."
"Look at me, Paisley."
Her lips compress into a stubborn line, her eyes locking on the scratch marks she left dripping blood down my chest.
"Look at me."
"Fine. What?" She lifts her gaze to mine, still pissed. Still hurt. But I see the hope fighting to break through it. She's trying like hell not to let herself feel it, but she can't stifle it. It's too bigbecause she wants this too badly. And that's all the proof I need to know that she's still right here in this with me. She's still wild about me. She's just scared as hell that she's in it alone.
Well, fuck that. She's never been in it alone. Even when we were suffering on different continents, she didn't feel it alone.
"I'm not leaving you. I'm goingwith you."
The way her face twists up in confusion, her lips parting, is so fucking adorable I almost laugh. But I don't dare.
I don't give her time to say anything, either. I bury my face in her pussy, ruining us both all over again. And goddamn, what a way to drown. In her honey. In bliss.
She screams my name, shattering apart on my tongue. I don't stop. I demand another one, thrusting two fingers inside her and curling them up to stroke her G-Spot while I seam my lips around her clit.
She wails my name this time, clawing the sheets loose from the bed, and then she detonates again, like a beautiful, fiery little bomb just for me.
I flip her onto her stomach before she even has a chance to come down, yanking her hips up high. We both shout when I slam into her, all the way to the hilt. Her head flies back, her hair flowing down her back.
I wrap my fist around it, smacking her ass with my other hand just to watch it bounce and jiggle.
"I'm not stopping until you're begging for mercy this time, Dimples," I growl, craning her head back to attack the side of her throat with my lips. "You doubt me? You'll see just how devoted I am, baby."
"Ridley," she whimpers.
"Nu-uh. Too late now." I drive into her, yanking her back on my cock. "You don't get to stop coming until I decide you've learned. And you get to listen to what I have to say while you do it."
She sobs wordlessly as I pound into her, forcing her right to the edge. I throw her over the side with a powerful snap of my hips.
She falls apart around me, babbling my name.
"I love you," I growl, fucking her through it. "I've loved you every goddamn minute since I met you. Three years didn't change that.Nothingwill. You're in my skin, Paisley, branded into my fucking psyche."
"Ridley," she whimpers, already clenching and fluttering around my cock again. "Please."
"You think I could walk away from you again, baby? I barely survived the last three years. I wasn't living. I was in hell, imagining you happy with someone else. Imagining you giving yourself to someone else like this," I growl, slamming into her again. "And then I found out how badly I fucked it up. I let you go for nothing. You weren't happy. You weren't living. You need me the same way I need you. You know why?"
"W-w-why?"
"Because you're mine, the same way I'm yours.I love you. Every piece of you. You can't push me away, Dimples. I won't fucking let you." I nip her shoulder, my heart pounding. "Where you go, I go."
She shatters apart again, her legs giving out beneath her. I follow her down, still driving into her, determined to get her there one more time, to make sure she damn well knows that I mean every word.
"It doesn't matter how hard you fight me. It doesn't matter how scared you get. It doesn't matter if you bite and claw and try like hell to push me away. It doesn't matter if the whole state watches you throw a fit.I'm not leaving you."
She falls apart for me again, screaming so loud her voice breaks, and I know she can't take any more. She's split open andfucked raw, gasping for breath beneath me, more beautiful than she's ever been.
I roar her name, driving into her a final time before I give her everything I have, spilling into her again and again. And I hope to God that I get her pregnant, that I tie her to me in a way that nothing will ever undo.
I want to leave a little piece of me growing inside of her, so deep she can't ever get me out again. Maybe then she'll realize. Maybe then she'll know. I'm fucking hers. I always have been.
Neither of us speaksas we come down, trembling and shaking. I roll her on top of me, holding her tightly. Her face is still damp with tears, but she's calmer now.
