She’s rigid in my arms at first. Holding herself so taut that it pisses me off. My hand moves up to her breast, cupping it in my hand. I squeeze it through the black sweater she wears, loving the way it overflows in my hand. Larger than before, but fitting in it, feeling like a lost piece of me. I groan, because I can feel her nipple pushing against the palm of my hand even through her sweater.
Beth still hasn’t opened her mouth to me, though her hands have moved up to my shoulder and her fingers are biting into my arms. I suck on her bottom lip. Instantly, the taste of sugar sweet vanilla hits my taste buds along with another flavor that is all woman, but even more. It’s all Beth. A taste that I had forgotten over the years. A taste I barely experienced with our last kiss and a taste that hits my system like a fucking drug.
I can feel the shift in her body and I know it’s hitting her, too. Frustration fills me that she won’t give in to it. I bite her lip. Not hard, but definitely not gentle. She gasps, her hands tightening on my arms to push me away. It pisses me off. She doesn’t want to kiss me? Fine.
I break away, holding one side of her neck tight in my hand. I run my lips along the opposite side, tasting the skin and letting my tongue trail up the path my lips make. When I reach her ear, I suck the lobe into my mouth, biting on it with the same exertion I expended before. Beth breathes out, the sound loud, ragged, and loaded with want. It calls to the need clawing inside of me.
My fingers wrap in her hair. How could I have forgotten the feel of that over the years? How right it felt when each strand grazes against my skin.
“You never learn, querida. Always pushing ahead with what you think is best. Never considering your options,” I growl against her ear before moving my lips back down to the inside of her neck and biting into the tender skin and sucking on it, marking her in ways I’ve never been able to mark her on the inside.
“I do what I have to do,” she whispers breathlessly, but her voice is stubborn.
“I got this. I got you. This is not your fight alone, querida, it never was,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with anger, regret, and pain. Always where Beth is concerned, there is pain.
“Maybe once you were right, Skull. Not anymore. I’m not yours,” she responds, and maybe it’s wishful thinking, or maybe it’s just plain stupidity, but I think I hear regret laced in her words.
I want to concentrate on that, but the anger inside, the raging monster that has been festering inside of me since the day I watched that ship explode, is there. It claws inside, wanting out, and her words are just a reminder of what I have been denied. A reminder that she doesn’t realize what I did that first day when she was standing on the street. I knew the moment I saw her. How did she miss it? Maybe it’s time to remind her.
“You’ll always be mine, Beth,” I growl, pinching the hardened nipple of her breast and tugging on it.
“Skull, no,” she cries, but her hips thrust into me.
“You’ll always be mine, querida,” I tell her again. “Your body knows it. Maybe it’s time I remind you,” I growl, my hand sliding down to the waistband of her pants. Her skin is soft and warm, searing me.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers, but she’s pushing my t-shirt up and scoring my stomach with her nails.
I pop open the button on her pants. I don’t bother unzipping them, choosing to just thrust my hand inside. The heat of her pussy wraps around my palm, warming it instantly and making my dick throb out of control. My fingers immediately go to pull the lips of her pussy apart and rake against the swollen clit. Beth whimpers and shifts her body, whether to try and get away for more, I don’t know, nor do I care. I slide my fingers apart in her pussy and work them like scissors to pinch and hold her clit so it plumps out over the top of my fingers. The pressure teases her, giving her a taste of what she needs. The muscles in her thighs tighten and she pushes into my hand, craving what only I am giving her. What only I should ever give her.
Mine. Motherfucking mine. If I can never have her heart, I will tie her body to me. She’s wet, but not like my Beth used to be for me. She’s trying foolishly to hold herself away from me, to not give in to what her body is craving.
“Do you want my cock, mi cielo?” I whisper into her ear, biting down on the lobe as my fingers continue to work her clit.
“I shouldn’t,” she breathes, as her nails continue to bite into me, holding me close to her.
Mierda! I could come now, but that’s not how this is going to end.