Page 93 of Fixation
“I told you already, but I’ll repeat it over and over until you get it.” My breath hitches at his determination. “Because I won’t be holding you for a while.”
My heart flutters. Of all my flaws, this is the worst, not being able to shut him out of my soul.
“You won’t let me go. Liar.”
He removes his clothes, his muscles rippling as he does. His taut abs and the light smattering of hair at the bottom make my mouth water.
His cock jerks when he rubs it, when he runs his thumb over the wet tip. His face is sharper than ever. A sign that he’s holding himself back.
He’s looking at me like he’s about to devour me.
“Harper, enough with this question. These doubts.” He climbs the bed. It’s much sturdier than the average hospital bed. Has to be, to carry both our weight without so much as creaking. “Stop wondering why I choseyou. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else. I won’t want anyone else. You’re it for me, just be-fucking-cause.”
His hands are on my thighs. His mouth closes on my clit.
“Oh God.” But I lift my hips. I want this, him. My skin lights on fire. “Fuck. Stop.”
“There will be no one else.” Our eyes are locked, and he works his throat, spitting on my pussy. Demeaning me. Turning me on. “Not for you. Not for me. You might still even fight me on this after I let you go. But…”
I cry out when he licks me from my opening to my clit. He swirls his tongue over the sensitive area, flicking it, sucking me. His thick fingers press into my body, invading me, two of them.
“But what?” His tongue, mouth, and fingers force me to care. I need to hear him say it. “But what?”
Anderson raises his head, his lips wet. Eyes dark. “In the end, we’ll be together. You’re mine. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”
His mouth is back on me as the last word leaves his lips.
The most intense, mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever had shatters me, knocking the air from my lungs.
My lips part in a silent scream.
A hushed plea.
“Anderson.”
Like the predator that he is, he crawls up my body, settling between my thighs.
“Please.” I’m quivering, shaking. Wanting him so much. Each of his forearms lowers to bracket my face. “Please.”
“It’s going to hurt, kitten.” He lines himself up to my pussy. Pushes in the head of him.
“Please, don’t.” The stretch is overwhelming. I feel the sting, the fullness. He’s so big, and yet I’m hungry for more. Despite the pain. Because of it. “Don’t—itdoeshurt.”
“I’m afraid we’re past that. Past me stopping this.” He bites his lip. Tension laces through his muscles as he holds himself from thrusting into me. He gets off on this, on terrifying me. “You’re wet, fucking sucking me. You’re begging for it.”
“I’m not.”
It’s not that I don’t want him to. I know by now that I do.
Getting pregnant by him isn’t an issue, either. It should take at least a month for the pills to clear out of my system.
What I’m afraid of, the reason that my heart almost stops, is that I might get off on it.
I could grow attached to him.
I could fall in love with him.
Panic crashes over me. “Don’t, Anderson.”
