Page 50 of Senseless
"Mari." Shadow returned his gaze to me with a growl of my name. "I'm not fucking her, or anyone else here. I haven't been with anyone since—" He cut himself off abruptly, pausing to swallow deeply. "Since you."
I believed him. I only needed to take one look at him to know he was telling the truth. For some reason, that knowledge wasn't a relief. It only made it harder to leave.
"I miss you," I blurted out with a pained breath, my stomach and all my emotions feeling like they were hurtling off the edge of a cliff. "I've missed you so fucking much."
"Mari." He was close enough for me to smell again, to feel the heat of his body, to see the scar cutting through his face, so near and kissable. "I have missed you during every moment of being away from you."
Fuck, was this really happening? It couldn't be. But I lifted my hand and found it pressed to a warm chest and a thundering heartbeat underneath my palm.
Shadow's knuckles grazed my cheek to wipe a fallen tear, and I gasped at the contact. His lips hovered inches away, my eyes fixated on them as he spoke again.
"I have never wanted anyone but you."
Our kiss connected with softness, and then with all the power of a storm.
Shadow crushed me against his chest with a powerful arm against my back. His mouth devoured me, tongue surging deep in a passionate war against mine. I clung to his wide shoulders, fists curling and pulling at the thin T-shirt covering his body. My own shirt twisted and lifted from the friction of him holding me closer and closer, despite us being pressed flush together already.
Bare skin slid hot and firm against my navel and I was done for, fumbling down the length of his torso in search of his shirt's hem to pull over his head.
Our kiss broke momentarily as I yanked the fabric up, then reconnected with the same fervent need, even as Shadow was still peeling his shirt down one arm. His skin was scorching hot, almost feverish as my hands ran down the familiar planes I was only just starting to know before he was ripped away from me. I broke away from his mouth to kiss under his jaw, lingering long, drawn-out kisses on his neck as my touch ran up his back.
"Fuck..." he ground out, working the hem of my shirt up past my waist.
Knowing how much he loved it, I kissed his neck for as long as he would allow me, before my own shirt came off. Once it did, I pressed my lips to his chest, kissing scars that I knew I had missed the last time we were together.
Shadow only allowed that for a few seconds before drawing my mouth back up to his, one hand holding my cheek with the other anchoring my hip against his. While no less passionate, his kisses began to slow. His mismatched eyes were partially open, watching me every time our lips locked together and then peeled away. When he didn't lean in to kiss me again, I closed my eyes, unable to take another rejection from him.
"Please don't stop," I begged with a whisper.
I felt the weight of his forehead lean against mine, then his hand on my hip sliding between us to the button on my jeans.
"Not a chance, Mari."
His kiss devoured me again, stealing my breath as he flicked open my jeans and started easing the fabric over my hips and ass. I took off my bra while he did that, enjoying his temporary distraction as his kisses made a path to my breasts, his hands going still below my waist.
"You're still mine," I groaned, voice tinged with a whimper at his careful bites and rough tongue flicks on my nipples.
"I've always been yours." Shadow took a seat at the edge of the bed, his bearded mouth tickling the undersides of my breasts before his kisses moved on to my ribs and waist. "Never anyone else's."
And you'll always be mine.I didn't dare voice the thought, not wanting to bring attention to any point in the future, anything that wasn't happening right now. This could still be a goodbye for all I knew, and I might still be heading home alone tomorrow. But we both needed this—just for once to have what we wanted more than anything else.
I ran my fingers over Shadow's scalp, enjoying the feel of his long, jet-black strands as he resumed peeling my jeans and underwear down my legs. His kisses swept over my waist and belly, trailing lower with every brush of his lips.
"I missed you too, beautiful little scar," he murmured softly, pressing a lingering kiss on my hip while rough fingertips trailed their way up my legs.
Something shifted inside me then, like a dam bursting. And I knew right then I couldneverlet this man go.
I pushed hard on his shoulders, sending him flat on his back as I yanked his sweatpants down to his knees. His cock bobbed out, already hard and hitting his stomach with a soft slap. I crawled over him, my knees outside his thighs as I took his thick length in my hand.
"Mari, wait." Shadow pressed up onto his forearms, pupils wide and fixated on where I hovered over him. "You're not—I haven't—"
"Please don't make me wait anymore," I begged in a whimper, stroking him as I touched my sex just over his silky head. "I thought I lost you. I need you, Shadow."
"I need you too, I just...ohh, fuck..." His head dipped back as I lowered onto him, fists clenching the sheets.
The thickness of him stretched me wider than I remembered, a pinching pain making me stop with a gasp. Shadow's gaze immediately returned to me, his hands reaching for my thighs.
"Come here."
