Page 93 of Personal Foul
He lets out a little huff and shakes his head. “Those are all reasons I need you there. You help me stay centered. You bring out the little bit of good I have in me. I’ll need all that to get through it.”
“East…” I sigh, my hand drifting over his chest and my eyes following the path over his skin. “We could do all of this without a ring.”
“We could. But it would just be wasting more time. I don’t want to waste anymore when it comes to you. We belong together and I don’t need to spend time fucking around for months or years pretending I’m still figuring it out.”
His fingers slide under the band of my panties and he drags them down over my thighs and legs until they hit the floor at my feet. He looks up at me smirking, and then his hand slides its way back up the inside of my leg as he stands until he reaches the tops of my thighs. He uses his fingers to part me, stroking me long and slow until he gets the soft moan out of me that he’s looking for. His other hand goes to my throat, pinning me back and tilting my chin up until my eyes meet his. He watches me while he slides his fingers inside me, curling them slightly as he moves them in and out at a tortuous pace, his thumb stroking roughly over my clit until I’m raising up on my tiptoes, gasping a little each time he brings me closer to the edge.
“Yeah. You like that. I know. Because your sweet little cunt here knows it already belongs to me. It has since the first time we fucked. And you know what else? Give me your hand,” he rasps, and he temporarily lets go of my throat to bring my own hand up around it, sliding his over mine and holding my fingertips to my pulse. “You feel that? The way your heart beats like that? Because it beats for me, Princess. Onlyme. I love the way it feels under my hands, under my lips. Knowing how fucking much you want me every time I touch you.”
“Fuck, East…” I give him a desperate look and he lets my hand fall away under his, and then tightens his grip just the little bit more I need. The way he holds me making me feel like I’m his and I’m safe. I don’t have to think. I don’t have to worry. I don’t have to plan. I can justbewith him.
“You just gotta know when to concede. Recognize when your body knows what your mind hasn’t caught up to yet. You lost yourself to me a long time ago. And I already belong to you, Princess. So if you want me, you put the ring on.” His eyes burn into me, challenging me to try to lie and say that any of it isn’t true.
He’s right. I want him. Need him. I would have never guessed it would be him before, but now I can’t imagine anyone else. I’ll give him whatever he wants to feel like this every day—seen, loved, wanted. I take the ring, sliding it on my finger and a little grin forms on his lips, spreading as he stares at it.
“Look how well you fucking listen, Princess. So fucking well. Now you get what you want so much.” He grabs me, picking me up and sliding inside me as he pins me against the wall. “Fuck me. You feel so good. We gotta make this fast. I’m too fucking wound up from knowing you’re fucking mine now.”
“Good. Take me hard. Like you did when you hated me,” I whisper.
“Fuck, Princess. The only thing I hate now is that I didn’t convince you to fuck me sooner. That we could have had more of this.”
“I know. I’m stubborn.” I grin and kiss him as he starts to thrust into me, until the feel of him is all I can focus on.
“Yeah, I’ve fucking noticed. It does make it that much better when you come for me though. And you’re gonna come fucking hard for me right now, Princess. Now that you know you’re gonna come for me every fucking night.”
Then he takes me hard and fast. A punishing pace and I brace myself against him and the wall, rolling my hips to try and take more of him as he fucks me harder.
“You coming close for me Princess?”
“Yes…” I breathe, feeling the roll of it start to hit just right, hitting every little nerve ending I have.
“Put your nails in my back. I want to know how good I make you feel.”
I do as he asks, coming as I say his name. Him following me while he tells me I’m his and then sliding us both down to the floor where we collapse, our breathing rough and heavy. He takes the condom off, tying it and leaning over to toss it in the trash. His fingers run up my thigh until he takes my hand, studying the ring and leaning over to kiss it.
“I love you. More than fucking anything.” He looks up at me, giving me a meaningful look.
“I love you too.” I press a kiss to his shoulder.
FORTY
Wren
After a few minutesI feel like I can breathe again and as I look up I see the other box, the longer one, sitting there still unopened.
“Wait, so what’s that one then?”
“Open it.” He nods to it.
I reach for it and manage to get one corner with my fingertips and drag it towards me. Opening the box to reveal a long silver chain inside.
“It’s beautiful, but does it mean something?” I look to him, searching for more information.
“I thought that if I managed to get you to agree to the whole thing… I figured you’d probably want a long engagement. That you might want to keep it to yourself. And I’m okay with that. If you don’t want to tell people. You can do it when you’re ready. But I want you to wear it. I thought you could put it on that. It’s long enough it’ll keep it hidden.” He’s so stoic, so thoughtful as he says it, that it only makes my heart twist harder that he thinks I still want to keep him hidden.
“Get dressed.” I nod to the pile of clothes we’ve scattered everywhere.
“What? Princess, you fucking wear me out. Like I’m gonna have to skip the gym on days you need fucked like this. I need a breather.”
