“Mm,” he moaned, letting go of my breast and moving his hand back down my body. “You’ve been sticking your ass against my dick all night, babe. I’m only human.”

“Human? When you fuck, you’re a god.”

“No fucking today.”

I wanted to ask what he meant when his hand settled between my legs, pushing them apart to accommodate him. In a second, all thought vanished. He rubbed me, and like fireworks the pleasure shot up and burst inside me. I wriggled against him, my mouth opened and panting as he continued to rub me to wetness, his hot breaths against my neck, his tongue lapping against my skin. It was all a heady combination, and in no time I was crying out, encouraging him with the roll of my hips to keep going. He slid his fingers up and down my core, pushing the tip of his index inside me and worked his thumb over my clit. He rubbed me and he rubbed me, causing every inch of me to tense and buckle against him, moaning quietly as the pressure within me built.

“I like when you’re close,” he murmured, his dick impossibly hard against my ass. “I get to control when you come. I get to bring you close and leave you hanging.”

“Sadist,” I moaned, biting back a smile.

“Yeah, and you’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

I nodded, pleasure from his words blooming within me. He withdrew his hand, leaving me empty and unsatisfied. Then he pushed me on my back and climbed over me, and before I could open my eyes, he smashed his mouth against mine. He kissed me like I was filled with oxygen and he couldn’t breathe. He kissed me like he would never kiss me again, deep and slow and without any sign of stopping. I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him close to me. When our tongues clashed, we groaned at the same time. Without waiting, he spread my legs apart and pushed into me, never stopping the kiss once. Then he stilled, and my body burned at the fullness of him. This never got old. Ever.

“This is what I’m going to miss,” he murmured against my lips. “Not having you in my bed. Not feeling your wet little cunt wrapped around me. I’m almost having second thoughts.”

I opened my eyes slowly. He was already staring down at me, his lustful face inches apart from mine.

“You act like I’m not going to see you again for a long time,” I whispered to him, and it was easy hiding the worry in my voice, because I was turned on as ever.

He kissed me again, this time lightly. “It’s more that I want you anytime of the day. I want your voice in my ear, your legs wrapped around me whenever the fuck I want, your sexy little tongue licking at every inch of me.”

“So you coming out to see me will be an inconvenience,” I said humorously.

“No,” he replied, solemnly, his face filled with emotion. “I’d travel to the ends of the earth for you, Emma. Because this feels right, doesn’t it? It feels like I’m meant to have a part of me inside you.”

My chest tightened. I nodded. “It feels right.”

He kissed me again softly, moving his hips back and then forward. His strokes were hard but slow, and they hit that special spot inside me every single time. The spot that made me dig my heels into the mattress; the spot that made me pant faster against his mouth, breathing out his name. My hand slid down his hard back, my nails lightly scratched at his skin. I cupped his ass as he buried himself to the hilt inside me every time. He murmured things to me. How beautiful I was. How good I felt. How right this was.

He was making love to me, and it was better than all the hard fucks combined, because it felt like he wasn’t just giving me part of his soul, but all of it. We came at the same time, his fingers entwined in mine. Then he looked down at me, and with another gentle kiss, he said, “I love you, Emma.”

He didn’t say it in the spur of the moment when he was about to come. He didn’t say it because he was all over the place with his emotions. He was saying it because he wanted to, and it made all the walls I’d built for the sake of self-preservation crumble.

“I love you too, Marcus,” I said steadfastly, taking his lips against my own before he saw the tears that fell out.

Twelve

Borden

He fucking loved her.

He watched her in the shower, though he pretended to be occupied with brushing his teeth. And what a ridiculous fucking thing to look forward to, these little domestic moments, him brushing his teeth while she lathered her hair in shampoo in the same stall he’d spent last night washing some other man’s blood in. And that latter bit was where the domestic shit ended. Life was a mixture of normalcy and clusterfuck, and yet with Emma, it didn’t feel like a burden of a life to carry. She accepted all of him. He didn’t need to change. He didn’t need to prove anything to her.

He watched that delicious ass of hers jiggle as she scrubbed her skin clean, and he couldn’t help it. He rinsed his mouth and threw his clothes off. She was flushed under the hot water as he stepped in, and the smile she gave him – that particular smile where she tucked her bottom lip under her front teeth – seared him.

“Get on your knees,” he told her, his voice thick with need.

That smile wore off and was replaced with lust. She immediately went down on her knees and he inched to her, hardening already at the sight of her bare breasts and thick lips. Fuck, he needed those sweet little lips around him.

“Fuck me with your mouth, doll.” He sounded breathless ordering that.

She wrapped her hand around his length and sucked at the tip of him. Shudders ran down his spine, that delicious feeling of pleasure. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes and never looking away as she pleasured him. Borden settled a hand over head, guiding her in and out. Slowly, his hips started moving on their own, forcing himself deeper into her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned as she sucked him.

She looked incredible. This moment would be seared in his brain for many lifetimes. She moved faster and he grew harder. She doted on his dick like it was his mouth, licking and sucking. She twirled her tongue around his piercing and groaned with him, like she was getting off on his pleasure without even touching herself.

That’s it. That’s it. He felt his cock swell and get harder. Delicious sparks formed in the pit of him, and losing himself, he took her head with both hands and fucked her mouth faster. In and out, in and out…And then he came. He came hard.

“Holy fuck,” he rasped out. “Holy fuck.”