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Phoenix lets out another loud howl, which is the only way to describe it as I line my cock up to her entrance and thrust easily inside.
“Oh fuck, please Maverick I need more. I need you to move. I need you to fuck me.”
Placing both arms on either side of her, her back now flat against the mattress and both legs folded up on either side of my hips crossing behind my lower back, I thrust my hips, lifting her to better align our movements. My girl meets my every desperate thrust with one of her own.
“Your wish is my command darling.”
This must be what heaven looks and feels like because I can’t imagine it gets any better than this. Her eyes roll back, her back arching off the mattress as I drive into her, bringing her to the edge, her slick little cunt so wet she’s easily taking me all in. I’m almost there, ready to come with her, but first, I need to hear her say what I’ve been dying to hear for two fucking weeks.
“Say it Nyx,” I whisper against her forehead, sweat droplets dripping down from mine, glistening down between her breasts. “I know I told you I’d wait, that I wouldn’t push you, force you to say it until you were ready, but I’m not as strong as I may seem. I need you to say it to me baby, because I don’t think I can handle wondering if you feel the same way any longer.”
She closes her eyes again, writhing in agony beneath me, craving her release. “Maverick please, I need to come,” she begs, opening her eyes to glare at me. The lust hidden behind the anger proves I’m right. Now I just need to get her to say it.
I bring my right hand to wrap around her neck, softly applying pressure, feeling her swallow down the pleasure she feels. “Not until you say it, because I do. I love you, Phoenix Bancroft. More than anything in this world and every other in existence. More than I ever thought myself capable of.”
Epilogue
PHOENIX
“You brought me back to life when I thought there was nothing left to live for. I was hopeless, helpless, and destined to never think myself worthy of someone like you. A single moment without you was implausible, but the thought of a lifetime without you is insufferable. I would die before living another day without you, and I would kill to make you once again mine.”
The sight of him on top of me, his throbbing erection still pulsing inside of me as he thrusts his hips, slamming against me so pleasurable I don’t think I’ve ever felt this aroused. I gasp for air, even though his hand isn’t constricting my airway, it’s the sincerity of his declaration which takes my breath away. “The thought of you committing murder for me shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does,” I joke, trying to lighten up the intensity of the conversation we’re having.
“If that’s what it takes, baby, I’d burn the entire world down and everyone in it for you.”
He slows his movements, and that’s when I know he’s being serious. He’s going to deprive me of my much-needed orgasm until I tell him what he so desperately wants to hear me say.
It’s the truth no doubt, a truth so real, so deep, I feel it in every corner of my soul. Though saying it out loud to him, I can no longer take it back.
Am I ready for that?
“As tempting as that sounds, no thanks. I rather live in a world where you remain by my side through it all. Besides, I don’t think I’d look good in an orange jumpsuit and since you just told me your plans, I’d be an accomplice.” I shield my feelings with humor and sarcasm once more, afraid to confess the truth.
“Baby you’d look fucking killer in orange.” He shifts our bodies so I’m on top of him, straddling his hips as he holds mine in place. Slowly yet intentionally, he strokes my neck, trailing kisses along the path his fingers grazed. “But you’d definitely look better in nothing at all.” My corset that was still hanging by a thread, falls behind me, his eyes so dark and full of need.What is stopping me from giving him what he needs?
What is it he asks of me if only a mere token of my sentiment?
An inconsequential truth about my feelings. The inconceivable meaning of my devotion to him which rings truer than anything else in this world. My entire being burns for him. With every staggering breath in my lungs, with every unsteady beat of my heart, I fall deeper and deeper, with nowhere left to go. It’s inevitable, yet irrevocably forced.
Yet I’m crestfallen and afraid.
To love him is to give him everything. My hopes and dreams, my fears and faults. My ever-changing flaws, my undying love. Intoxicating, illuminating, and irritatingly irreversible. If I give myself to him, mind, body, and soul, I will never get any of it back in one piece. I would never again be whole.
Is that a risk I’m willing to take? A mistake I’m fated to endure? A choice I’m destined to make?
Or am I inevitably giving it all up out of fear?
Fear of falling, fear of failing, but most importantly, fear of loving. Fear is but a four-letter word used to mask the lies within our minds, but love is a four-letter feeling necessary to speak the unadulterated truth within our hearts.
I am willing to risk it all, to lose everything for a chance to be loved by him, to show him I love him unconditionally.
I don’t fear the unknown anymore, because with him by my side, we can defeat anything that comes our way.
I lower my lips to his, pressing them softly against him. “I love you too, Maverick Carter, with every inch of my being. I loved you the moment I saw you, standing across from me with this intensity in your gaze I needed to feel every day. I loved you even when you irked me, pushing every single one of my buttons and making me beg you to touch me.” I ride him, slow and steady, building up my orgasm once again. But I won't stop talking.
“I loved you when I thought I hated you, I even loved you when you hurt me, breaking my heart the way nobody else ever had. But in doing so you made me feel alive, showed me that my heart could break because it felt so much for you. You opened my eyes to a world I'd only ever dreamed of, and for that I will always love you.”
Maverick grips my hips as his lips crash against mine, the urgency in our movements no longer enough. He slams into me, while I nip at his bottom lip until I’m drawing blood, my orgasm so fucking close I can taste it on my tongue.
