Page 19 of The Fighter who Needed Me
And oh, that cottage. It was filled with memories.
Memories that she looked back on that made her body heat and make her miss her husband all the more.
She remembered the first time they found the small cottage and how it was a little rundown, but clean inside the house.
She recalled Brooks lifting her into his strong arms and carrying her over the threshold, kissing her all the while.
When he put her on her feet, she would stand. Grateful that her legs had stayed strong and that she worked on her walking while everyone was asleep.
Then Brooks would walk up to her, heat in his blue eyes that made her give a small whimper.
And then he would kiss her with all the love and heat he had to keep hidden in polite company.
But oh, did he unleash it now. He kissed her like he had never kissed her in years.
And she kissed him back just as fiercely, just as hard. Their tongues dueling and mating like their bodies soon would be.
She moaned into his mouth when his strong hands lifted her from the floor and walked her to the small bed in the corner.
He put her down on the musty smelling bed and then dropped to his knees in front of her, still kissing her.
When he pulled away, she was panting for air, needing to pull it into her deprived lungs and then she let out a gasp when he pushed her long skirts to her waist.
She looked down into his deep blue eyes that had gone dark with lust, “I need to taste you before I take you. I need it in my mouth.”
She let out a small whimper when he pulled her drawers down her legs and kissed up her thighs until he reached her core.
When he licked her from her sheath up to her tiny nub, she lay back on the bed, her arms no longer able to hold her.
He sucked on her nub, and flicked it with his tongue, making her cry out and writhe beneath him, and when he left that nub to dip his tongue into her, running it all around and trying to get as much wetness from her body as he could, she wanted to scream and cry out.
It felt too good. And then he went back to her nub, and sucked hard at it, grazing it softly with his teeth and flicking it over and over until she was done, and she flew apart in his arms, screaming his name into the quiet of the cabin and then she fell back to the bed, boneless and sated.
Until he rose up, his hard shaft free from his trousers and when he pushed inside her, she held onto him tightly, letting him fuck her hard, take what he needed from her body as he slaked what she needed with his own.
He was grunting, moaning in her ear saying her name over and over as he thrust into her harder, faster, making her body quake with the climax that was building quickly on the heels of the last one.
He was hitting something inside her that made her gasp with each pass of his hard cock over that spot and when he hit it as he sped up his thrusts once again, she flew apart in his arms, crying out his name and he followed behind her, spilling his hot seed deep into her.
She felt complete, and damn if she did not love it. Did not love him.
He pulled out of her gently, and his release slid down her thighs and coated her in his essence and she loved his mark of ownership.
He rubbed some of his seed into her skin, while he pushed some back inside her core, making her moan with how sensitive she was.
He kissed her, sharing her taste between their kiss and she held onto his strong arms, loving him.
“I love you Brooks.”
He smiled down at her his face so dear. “I love you too my love.”
They kissed and held onto each other just a few moments longer, and then she pulled away, “I need to get back.”
He groaned, “I don’t like this. Sneaking around and not being with you how I want to. You are my wife Persephone. My wife. I am supposed to protect you from this. From your parents.”
She shook her head, “I know Brooks. Do you think I like having every moment of my life scheduled and given medicines that make me sick and being forced to never live life? It is the worst thing I could ever imagine. But I have to. For now. I don’t know what else to do.”
Brooks stood, running his hands over his blonde hair, “You know what to do. When we get back to London, you need to leave. To live the life we are meant for. I love you Persephone. I always have. And I want our life now. It’s all I have wanted.”
