“Mine!” he growled between clenched teeth and then lunged forward. His mouth was on my tit in what felt like an instant. Pleasure ripped through the painful suction. Hands groped and tugged at the cheeks of my ass while he ground his rigid cock against me.
“That’s right. All this is yours for the taking. All you have to do is tell me why you love me,” I stated while gripping his hair and holding him tight against my breast. This was a new method I was trying. A theory I had. Make him remember why I was here. Bring him back to the present moment so the memories of captivity would drain from his subconscious more quickly.
“I love fucking you!” He pressed against me and walked me up against the wall until my back slammed against the surface. He switched breasts and his lips covered the other one. His fingers curled around the heavy globe, two fingers plucking the tip, twisting to the point where strands of pleasure stung and threaded a gossamer web to my clit.
I gasped and nudged my legs wider so I could get more of him. “But tell me what you love about me, and I’ll let you sink so deep inside I won’t be able to breathe.”
Wes’s mouth tore from my nipple with a plop, the tip swollen and glistening from the attention. I mewled at the loss. His mouth came at mine, and I turned my face to the side, preventing the kiss I wanted more than anything.
“What are you doing?” he grated through his teeth, anger seeping past the lust I knew was there, clouding the healing process.
I lifted a leg and rubbed my wet sex along is thigh, coating his skin and proving my desire. His eyes narrowed. “Do you love me?” I asked again.
His voice was hard, each word a staccato beat against my fragile heart. “You. Know. I Do. Now. Give. Me. What. I. Need.”
I shook my head, pushed his boxers down where he stepped out of them without losing eye contact. With all the strength in my legs I hopped up, swinging them around his waist. He caught me by the ass as if I weighed nothing. He inhaled sharply when he pressed me into the wall, his cock wedged between my thighs. So close, yet so far. He’d never take me without permission. At least not during one of his terrors. Something inside him prevented him from going that distance, and for that small favor, I was thankful.
Tunneling my hands into his hair, I held him firmly. “Give me what I need, and I will.” I ran my tongue along his neck. The salty goodness of ocean and man made my taste buds tingle. Wes moaned, pressing the steel of his manhood against my clit, rubbing me, mercilessly seeking what I was denying. Pulling my head back, I held him close, nose-to-nose. His pupils decreasing allowed the green to fill the void. Smiling, I leaned forward and softly dragged my lips against his, a brief touch, a soft caress, reminding him where he was. He sighed into my mouth, accepting the light kiss. “Tell me why you love me,” I said again.
One of Wes’s hands left my bum and burrowed into my hair, and he held me at the nape. His thumb rested along my cheek, tender and loving. I was crushed against the wall by his big body. There was no way I’d slip down or he’d allow even an inch to separate us. In that moment, we were connected physically, mentally, and more importantly, emotionally.
“Loving you is as natural as breathing. I need you in order to live. You, Mia. You give me the breath of life.”
Tears filled my eyes as I rested my forehead against his. “Come inside, baby. Take what you need.” I gave the cue he’d been waiting for.
“I love you,” he said while jutting his hips and entering me hard and fast, all the way to the root. “I fucking love every inch of you. More than anything,” he said on a particularly deep thrust that made me gasp and bang my head against the wall. “I love being connected to you, inside the woman I can’t live without.”
“Every day I love you more,” I repeated his words from earlier.
His thumb traced my cheek as his hips relentlessly pounded into me. “Thank you. Thank you for bringing me back time and time again.” He jackhammered his hips, thrusting over and over, sending my body spiraling into a state of bliss. He always got me so high I swear I could reach for the stars when he made love to me.
Pleasure, pain, and love tingled all over my body. I’d done it. I’d brought him back. I turned the tables on his night terror fuckfests and made them end in something beautiful. The walls of my sex clenched, grabbing hold of him as he rammed against that spot inside me that made me howl. I strained against him, arching into his chest, our sweat mingling, our bodies merging, our souls dancing. Lights flashed and the ocean breeze skipped across my skin from the open window. Wes groaned his release, biting into the tender skin where shoulder and neck met. The hot bursts of his essence shot into me, triggering my own meltdown. I came hard, clamping around him, my arms, legs, holding him inside. I never wanted to let go.
“Thank you,” Wes whispered against my cheek while panting in my ear. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He clung to me like a desperate man. Holding me so tight I could hardly breathe, but it didn’t matter. My love was his breath, and I’d live through the simple act of loving him.
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