Page 115 of Lucky Shot
His kiss is almost punishing, but I need it. I want every muscle in my body to remember him. His touch. His mouth. His body. Even with as hot as I am right now, tears are just under the surface. Threatening to boil over.
I swear, I’m not a sap. I’m not usually overly emotional. But once again, I feel like we’re coming upon an ending. A deadline looms ahead of me. In less than twenty-four hours, I’ll be on a plane back to Miami. Three thousand miles away from Demi.
My heart stutters and I can’t catch my breath. Demi’s mouth moves from mine to my jaw. While his hands are still pressed firmly to my ass cheeks to the point where it’s almost painful, his mouth becomes softer. Brushing gentle kisses along my jaw and cheek. I fail to keep in my tears and one sneaks down my cheek.
It makes me angry at myself. I don’t want to cry right now. The fears I feel are just insecurities. I trust Demi will continue to love me, and I know that we’ll spend most of our free time talking and playing Second World together and video calling.
Iknowthis. So why do I feel so sick about leaving him?
“This isn’t a goodbye,” he says, and a sob escapes me before I can squash it. “I will never say goodbye to you, Noah.”
When he uses my name, there’s a strange sense of foreboding that moves through me. It’s not that it makes this feel more real. But almost like it moves our relationship into the real world. It’s real and deep and strong either way, but when I’m not just ‘Pretty’ but ‘Noah’, I feel like it’s no longer something we keep between us.
“I promise,” Demi says and fuck, I’m full on crying now. Which is a total mind fuck since my dick is still hard as a glacier. Now he’s cradling me like I’m fragile. And hell, I feel like I am as I cling to him. “This isn’t the end. It won’t last forever.This isn’t goodbye.”
“I know,” I hiccup through my tears.“I know that.But why do I feel so unreasonably terrified that I’ll never see you again? Everything inside me is just screaming all these irrational things, like you’re going to stop loving me when we’re so far apart; you’re going to meet someone else; or you’re going to realize how much you hate my dresses; you’re going to la—"
His mouth covers mine, cutting off my words, though I try to continue rambling against his lips. Demi pulls me down onto the bed and holds me against him, kissing me softly, though insistently, until I stop trying to word vomit all my fears.
“You’re going to have to trust me,” he says after a few minutes have passed and I’m no longer panting.
“I do trust you,” I say. “I swear, it’s not about trust. It’s just… it feels like I finally found my fairy tale—you know, a real one and not the horror shit you read—and yet, the ending is more in line with yours and not ending with a happily ever after.”
He chuckles at the mention of his fairy tales as opposed to mine. The arm he has wrapped around me is firm, keeping me tucked against him. But his other moves over my body and through the loose strands of hair in a touch that leaves goosebumps all over.
“I need you to change your thinking. Nothing is ending, Pretty. We’re moving into a different chapter. One that’s going to be difficult for both of us. But when we get through that chapter, that’s when we’ll get to be together every single day for the rest of our lives. In every love story, they have to work for the happy ending, right? It’s not instantaneous. It’s not without obstacles. You know, in so many love stories, the hero and heroine meet early on. You like to think of the end of the story as the happily ever after, but in reality, their fairy tale begins when they meet. That means they’ve already begun their happily ever after in the first couple chapters.”
“What you’re saying is that we’re already living our happily ever after?” I ask.
Demi kisses my nose. “Yes. We’ve already begun. A fairy tale ends at the last page. In life, a fairy tale doesn’t even end in death. People will remember you and when you share the kind of love we do, this fairy tale will be told over and over. We will live on, even when our bodies stop.”
I swallow, staring into his baby blue eyes. “How the fuck do you make me fall in love with you all over again every time you speak?!” I complain. “I think it’s just unfair.”
He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I meant for the rest of today, this evening, and all night to be sexy. All sexy. I was serious when I said I wanted to feel him for as long as possible when I left here.
But I needed this. I needed to feel his reassurance as much as hear it. Again. I could say something corny like I’ll be able to feel this moment, how deep his love is, long after the aches in my body fade. You know, something sweet, sappy, and cliché. But I won’t. Because I want the aches in my body.
“I love you,” I say. “I love you as Demi and I love you as Elixon. I love that you can hush all my fears and give me what I need even when it’s not what I say I need.”
“Oh, don’t misunderstand the situation. I’m going to fuck you all night, Pretty Boy. You won’t be sleeping for even ten minutes. Youwillfeel me for days. But first and foremost, your emotional and mental well-being are my top priority. Then I’ll take care of your physical needs.”
I laugh, even as my body heats up and my heart swells. “You’re thirty-four,” I tell him.
“Mmhmm,” he answers, his mouth once more skimming over my body.
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to fuck me all night?” I tease.
The growl he makes has my entire body burning. “Guess we’ll have to see. But you should know, I consider this a challenge I will fucking nail.”
His fingers dip down to my ass, and I hold my breath as he brushes my hole. Again, he growls, and fuck, I never knew how sexy that sound is.
“You prepped for me,” Demi says.
I nod. “I’m not patient at the best of times,” I tell him, breathless.
His mouth on me becomes a little harder as his teeth dig into my flesh. His bruising bite causes everything inside me to scream,yes! Leave a mark!
Demi moves off me suddenly and unceremoniously strips out of his clothes. I’m grinning like a loon. There’s a surreal feeling knowing I made him behave that way. In a hurry to be with me. Not caring in the least that there’s zero romance in the way he practically rips his clothes off.
