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“Fuck, Marina, oh fuck,” he hisses, inhaling sharply. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
Before I even have a chance to try and catch up, he lets go of my waist and strokes my clit with his free hand.
Boomgoes the dynamite.
I explode outwardly, until I feel like there is nothing left and he explodes into me. I can feel him inside, hot and potent as I throb mercilessly around him, my nails digging so hard into his shoulders as I ride him out that I know they’re going to leave marks tomorrow.
My heart is huge, filled with shooting stars and rainbows.
This man.
This gorgeous specimen of a man, who fucks me with all he has.
I want to love this man forever
“Laz,” I whisper. “Don’t ever leave me.”
He’s breathing heavily into my shoulder and I run my fingers through his hair, loving the feel of it, loving everything he is.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispers to me.
“I would be crazy to do so,” I tell him.
He pulls back to look at me. “You know you call yourself the crazy bee lady, right?”
He’s got that look I love in his eyes, the one only I bring to him. Sleepy, relaxed, happy. Absolutely satisfied. But there’s tenderness brimming underneath, laced with darkness. Fear. But I understand that fear because love, love is scary.
I smile shyly, suddenly feeling like it’s all so much, toomuch. The love I have for him is too big for the entire world to handle, let alone me.
What happens if he never loves me back?
What happens to love when it’s never returned?
Does it keep coming, keep flowing…can I love him enough for the both of us?
“We should get back,” I tell him, clearing my throat.
He nods, brows knitting together for a moment. “Of course.” He gently lowers me to the ground and we give ourselves the once over in the mirror, making sure we don’t look like we just screwed in the bathroom.
I think we just survived our first fight.
Have had our first makeup sex.
I just hope we can survive anything else that’s thrown our way.
I hate, hate,hatethis sharp, niggling feeling deep inside, burrowing in my heart like a worm into an apple, that something horrible is coming.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
LAZ
“IN CHAINS”
I want to be a part of that light in your eyes.
I want to be a part of the fight in your eyes.
I want to give you everything I don’t know how to give.
