Page 123 of Scarred Ruin

I eased the tip of his cock against my pussy, slowly lifting my gaze. “You have me.” He gripped both my hips and as usual, was the one who’d decided to take full control.

There was something different about having his shaft buried deep inside. The ache was different, the way my body trembled with his touch. The joy of having him so close entirely…

Different.

Deeper.

More intense.

As if the two of us were falling in love.

Was that even possible? Or was the knot lingering in my stomach a foreshadowing that we’d never find the peace needed to completely let go of our fears so that we could embrace our deepest emotions? Maybe I was reading too much into everything, fearing losing him the catalyst of my intense thoughts.

His eyes left mine as we rocked together, the two of us remaining quiet as if there was a chance we could be interrupted. As if the magic could possibly fade. In those incredible moments, there was a shift in almost everything. We both sensed it. Even the playful look in his eyes from before left me feeling breathless.

His touch was entirely consuming, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. I could feel the steady, rapid beat of his heart against mine, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the sudden rush of warmth flooding through me. In that moment, his focus was an anchor, pulling me completely into the intensity of the present.

And maybe, just maybe able and willing to think about the future.

My pussy muscles clenched around the thick invasion, the sensations so electrified I couldn’t think clearly.

His fingers dug into my skin while holding me close and as he’d done before, he fisted my hair, now at the nape of my neck. I’d never seen his eyes so penetrating, so beautiful that I could stare into them for hours.

The fire shared between us only increased as I rocked against him, wishing that this moment could go on forever. My body continued quivering as he slowly pulled my face to his. This time the kiss was tender, a sweet moment shared all while his cock filled me.

In the seconds that followed, the anticipation and fear of losing him all collided at the same time, allowing an explosive climax to rush through me. I moaned into his mouth while twisting one hand around his shirt, drinking in his scent.

Nothing else mattered but our shared intimacy.

I rocked him harder, sensing his orgasm nearing. In those beautiful, shared moments where everything else ceased to exist, the sweet abyss engulfing us meant everything.

As soon as he erupted deep inside, I pulled our lips free, our heavy breathing keeping the tingles flowing.

Seconds ticked by as he continued to hold me close, but as with all good things, we were interrupted by a puppy bounding into the room. His barks were happy sounds, a reminder that we weren’t alone. In the frantic minute that followed, I fell onto the floor in my effort to try to act as if nothing had been going on.

He could barely contain his laughter and by the time Mina came rushing into the room, we were sitting on the couch doing nothing more than staring at the Christmas tree.

She stopped short only feet from where we were sitting, cocking her sweet little head. “Papa!”

“Merry Christmas, my little angel,” he said while trying to keep from laughing.

“Merry Christmas, Papa. You came home.”

“Of course I did. I’ll always come home to you and do you know why?”

The way she scrambled toward him tugged at my heartstrings. “Why?”

He gathered her into his arms, kissing her on the forehead and I heard his heavy sigh.

One of both contentment and the same anxiety I’d lived through for twenty-four hours.

“Because you, Isabel, and Shadow are my family.”

I joined them on the couch, my heart fluttering when Shadow jumped onto the cushions behind me. His big tail flopped against the back of the couch in a perfect rhythm.

Much like the rapid beating of my heart. Watching Mina and her father also caused an ache to form. Up until now, I’d never really thought about wanting to have children. But now? Maybe. In the distant future.

The way her brow crinkled was the epitome of who she was and likely a perfect representation of the way she’d be as an adult. “I love you, Papa.”