Tears stream down my face in waves. Almost fifteen years lost to youthful stupidity, snap judgments, and lies. But here my man is, bearing his soul, talking about being adopted in a way he rarely ever has, and letting me have it in ways my heart can’t keep up with.
“I love you.” I want to say something beautiful like he has, but I can’t get my mouth to work beyond that. He pulls me to him, claiming my mouth with his. Our lips slide over each other’s, neither of us trying to dominate. He’s gentle but needy. Everything about his kiss wakes me up. When we finally pull apart, it’s only because I can’t breath and my skin is on fire and I’m ready to explode. The apex of my thighs is damp, and my heart is pounding in my pussy, and he’s barely touched me. My hand is still on his cock, but instead of pumping, I’m teasing him with gentle touches and reveling in the velvet softness of his skin.
“Baby, I need you.”
His eyes hood at my statement, and his mouth works to get the words out, but he eventually says, “You’re my woman and I’m your man, and it’s time we start acting like it.”
With that, he bends me over the bed behind me, turning my body around and propping me up on hands and knees. I’ve barely looked around the room, my attention so focused on my man.
Oh, hell yes.
Finally.
Hands knead at my ass cheeks. One long finger trails along the outside of my wet pussy before dipping inside. I throw my head back, and gooseflesh breaks out all over my entire body. Wyatt withdraws his finger and then slides it back in so slowly that I mewl in response. He keeps the movement going, adding another finger and then another. Everything feels amazing and awful because it’s not enough. This is my man’s favorite position. He can see my brand from here, proof that I belong to him and only him. My body is so electrified by the memories of how wild he gets that a pathetic whine breaks from my chest.
“What was that, baby?” His voice sends a jolt through me, knowing he’s playing with me when all I really want is his beautiful, hard cock. My face heats as my temper rises. I’ve always hated being denied.
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” I say, almost shouting. Zander’s somewhere up here—I just don’t know which room he claimed—so I should try to be quiet, but that’s never been an option when I’m with my man.
A hard, fast, and not entirely unexpected hand barrels itself into my ass. I can feel myself starting to lose it, my orgasm building as he starts to lose his patience with my attitude. “Behave, woman.”
“Fuck you,” I shout, barely able to collect enough breath to muster the words.
His hand slaps at my ass again, this time with more force. I yelp, instinctively jumping away from him, but he grabs my hip and pulls me back. In an instant, his finger is gone and he’s impaling me in one smooth move, taking my breath away. My arms shake from the force of him inside me, my body is alight with a fiery desire that makes it hard to breathe as I take him in. One long arm reaches out, fingers trailing against my clit and up my belly, over my breasts, before finally curving up and wrapping around my shoulder. He hovers over my back, never letting us break our connection. Long hair tickles my back. Hot breath covers my skin. He’s caging me in, and it’s everything I’ve been waiting for. A soft kiss between my shoulder blades—on the ink that forms his name—is a silent testament to who we are.
He is Forsaken and I’m his woman, and nothing will ever be able to end this shit. Because every ounce and every breath of me is in love with this bossy bastard. Every fiber of my being belongs to him. He’s my adolescence and my adulthood, and there is no Amber without Wyatt. The weight of the moment gets to me as tears flood my eyes and fall to the bed in front of me. Years of sorrow and loneliness wash away as he slides out of me and back in so hard and quick that more tears fall. And I know this is something new for us. This isn’t who we were when we first fell in love, and it’s not who we were the last time we were together. This is better.
Unbreakable.
Because if he tries to destroy us again, I’ll kill him myself. I’ve spent way too many years alone to let him leave me again.