Page 64 of Fixation
“We’ll talk tomorrow.” I’m past common courtesy, already heading to my car. “I have to go.”
“If you need help, I’ve got you.”
I won’t.
I’m showeredand dressed in a new pair of scrubs. It’s a last-ditch effort to cling to my former self. The doctor I’d been before I saw her.
A failed attempt.
Standing at her bedside while she sleeps brings back the whirlwind of emotions from the hospital.
“Harper.” I run my knuckles over one smooth temple, tucking her hair behind her ear. She would’ve wanted that. I try to be gentle, my God do I try. “Kitten, I’m home.”
The intense lust and need to dominate her won’t let me be. They burn a hole through my skull, slowly. Painfully.
Pressing a new, cold cloth to her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips has my skin buzzing.
The basement smells nice without her used bucket here.
Who am I kidding? It smelled just as good earlier. It smelled of her.
She’s gorgeous. I fucking love that she’s wearing my sweatpants, T-shirt and sweatshirt. I can’t see any of it since she’s covered up, but I will, soon.
My hands work on their own. One finger presses the button that lowers the bed. My free hand pushes the railing down.
Other than my throbbing need, I feel something else. Something different. My chest warms as my heart expands for her. A pang of longing sears through me, but not from missing her.
My poor patient.
She’s overworked. Battling a fever. Coping with the anesthetics.
Surviving me.
No wonder she doesn’t wake up.
My cock is so fucking hard for her. For this.
The primal side of me won’t listen to reason until I give it what it wants.
Harper.
She won’t be able to give me her consent. Not with words.
Deep down, she already has.
By being mine.
I’ll pleasure her. I’ll get off with her.
Now.
Now.
Now.
Her hand on the other side of her is still chained to the bed. The rest of her body is free, yet she can’t run from me.
From this.
