Wreck Me - Page 205

“Thank you for your honesty, but that worry is unfounded. I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you, and one day you’ll laugh at it. Your parents and this corrupt family didn’t give you the love you deserved, but I will.”

“I’m screwed up. Behind this façade, I have all kinds of self-doubts.”

“I know, baby. Together, we’ll conquer our fears. I love everything about you. I’m not perfect, either. Don’t let the past sabotage what we can create for us.”

“It sounds like a dream.”

“That we’ll make reality. You’re the planner in our relationship. So make all the plans you want. I’ll be on board with all of them.”

He guides his cock to my pussy, and there is no more smooth talk, nor heavy confessions, just hunger in his eyes and a desire flaming me up. He fucks me into blissful oblivion and sweet euphoria.

When I come again, I squeeze my eyes shut, crying out his name as he keeps thrusting in and out of me through my release.

“What you and I have, this love, this passion, this desperation, this madness, will never go away.”

His body is strung taut in pleasure, and he pulls out, coming all over my belly.

Eyes locked, our breathing returns to normal. He kisses me long and soft. Untying me, he massages my wrists. My heart is so full. There’s not enough space in my chest to contain all my love for him.

Hopping out of bed, he comes back from the bathroom with a cloth, cleaning me up.

I’m still in a relaxed state. He lies on his back, arms locked behind his neck. I open my drawer and take out a pen and my old sketchbook. Scooting into a cross-legged position, my hand glides down the blank page.

“I knew my good looks were your ultimate inspiration.”

I throw the pen at his head, but he catches it and writes something on his chest. He wears a smug expression as he gives it back.

“Draw me with this on me.”

My heart contorts when I read what he wrote on his skin. Abigail’s, until my last breath and beyond.

“Quite the statement.”

“I’ll tattoo this one too. It’s the truth, anyway.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” he says.

Sighing dreamingly, I draw the lines of his carved body.

“You look sexy naked and freshly fucked while you draw me.”

I press my legs together instinctively, and he snatches the sketchbook from me.

“Time to fuck. You can draw me later.”

I can’t say no to that.

I drag her to me by the back of her neck, wishing to brand myself on her body, on her heart.

She wraps her arms around me and gives in to my kiss, and I feel her love and desire in every moan.

“You’re mine, princess, from the very first moment. Say it. Say the truth you can’t deny.”

“I’m yours.”

“Yes, you are.”