Page 26 of Sip
Funny how fear in others gets me off. Fear in her makes me want to crucify anyone who’s harmed her.
“My degree is important to me because it’s the only thing that’s mine. I’ve known since I was a little girl I had strict rules to follow for my father and for my future husband. I don’t know if this makes sense or not, but my classes and my causes are what make me “me”. They’re my identity beyond Gian’s daughter or Shane’s wife. When they were taken away, I felt like I was losing myself.”
“I get it.”
“You’re the only person who ever gets me.”
I’d softened inside of her but her whisper stirs my cock again. The reminder of us connecting with each other when neither of us has ever connected with anyone else before. Or will need to ever again.
I force myself to shift her off my hardening dick. No matter how much I want to, I can’t take her a second time tonight. “I want to fuck you again, but I know we have to wait two days.”
“Yes.”
Her tone sounds like I could convince her to spread her legs again without much effort. My angel’s turned into a vixen for me. I kiss her head before I stand. Her adorable squeal accompanies her legs wrapping around my waist. “Let’s get a quick shower.”
I’ve never bathed with a woman before. Another first for both of us. She clutches me tight while I carry her into the bathroom and then twist the black metal tap. Once I confirm the water is hot but not scalding, I step onto the tile. I’m rock hard from her moan under the spray. I’ve never been good before either but force myself to be with her. That weird sensation I think is love burns in my chest. I set her down carefully and once I know she’s steady on her feet, I grab the shampoo and wash her long hair. Her gorgeous head falls back so sweet and submissive, giving me full access to her without any hesitation or fear. She’s one of the few people in the world unafraid of me.
I’m not used to being gentle, so I move slowly. My big fingers seem harsh against her delicate features. I swipe away lather from her forehead and temples to protect her eyes, closed from the pleasure of me massaging her scalp. Careful not to tangle the long strands, I glide my fingertips through her silky waves. Taking care of my fragile pixie is more enjoyable than I ever imagined.
I soap and wash her from throat to toes. After rinsing her off, I follow with kisses to the bruise I left on her shoulder. A feeling of possession I’ve never experienced until her sears inside me. Anyone who sees the mark will know the claim I’ve placed on her. They’ll know she’s mine. Right now though, I have to send her away before I bend her over and fuck her against the tile. “Go ahead and dry off, and I’ll be out in a minute.”
Cute as always, she steals a quick glance at my shaft bouncing against my stomach before she grabs a towel from one of the hooks and scurries into the bedroom. Alone, I make quick work of cleaning myself. Nothing I can do to calm my cock so I ignore it. She’s off limits for a while.
Impatient to get to her, I rub my body and walk simultaneously into the bedroom. A growl rumbles in my chest from her hand on the doorknob. She’s dressed and thinks she’s leaving. The fuck? “What’re you doing?”
She spins around with a blush heating on her already pink cheeks. Little fingers tuck a damp lock of hair behind her ear and her dainty toes curl into the carpet.
“I thought I should probably go.”
No one else dares walk away from me until they’re dismissed. She’s always the exception to every rule for me. “Why?”
Her arms wrap around herself as if she’s cold, and her gaze slides from me to the floor. “It’s just that…I’m not sure…”
“I am. I’m totally sure I want you here with me.” I step closer, blocking her path in every direction. She can’t get away in any aspect of the word. “Tonight. Tomorrow. Always.”
A shudder shakes her body. “But you said…”
The whisper cracks with emotion, and I move on instinct to protect her from any uncertainty she feels. I cup her ass, lifting her up high enough so her face is inches from mine. I’ve got her but her legs still wrap around me. “I said what?”
Gorgeous sapphire eyes shine with agony. “You said when you kissed me that it didn’t mean anything.”
The biggest regret of my life. “I lied.”
She doesn’t seem shocked, but she definitely needs more explanation to recover from the damage I inflicted. “It was your wedding day, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You did though.”
Her sad smile breaks me when I always believed I was unbreakable. “I know. I’m sorry.”
The words come surprisingly easy. This is the first time I’ve ever apologized since I’ve never felt guilty before. “I should have told you the truth and stopped the ceremony.”
This fact is just as easy to admit. Although she doesn’t take the confession in stride with her taut body jerking back against the door. I sheath her body to mine so she doesn’t hurt herself and cup her face, damp with the streams running down her cheeks. “I love you Grace. I’ve loved you since the moment I found you saving those damn stupid worms.”
Her stuttering laugh amidst her tears proves I’m reaching her. “Shane said you would just fuck me and leave. But that…” She nods toward the chair where my clothes remain crumpled on the carpet beneath the seat. “…felt like you were making love to me.”
No wonder she was so damn upset. I want to cut his name from her refined tongue. I kiss her instead. Confirming I do love her. Not fucking her or treating her like a duty to be tolerated. No more.
Eager for my affection she opens fully for me, allowing me to ravish her mouth. I smash her against the wood so we’re crushed together, no space between us. Nothing separating her soft curves from my hardness.
