When she pulled away, her hazel-green eyes twinkled, and she pressed kisses down my jaw and neck.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked, tugging her back by her neck to look into her eyes.
By fuck, the way she smiled at me set my body on fire.
“War.”
“My little warrior goddess.”
I squeezed her throat again, making her buck into me.
“Touch your little needy clit for me. Show me you’re mine by giving me your climax.”
Her hand snaked between us, finding her clit and stroking it. She rocked her hips against me in time with her stroking. Her eyes were fixed on mine as I kept a hold of her throat, the other hand wrapping around her behind to rub over her welts.
There was no more need for words. We surpassed those. The only communication between us was through our emotions reflected in each other’s eyes. My Scarlett was back. She felt the same connection we’d always had with each other. It had changed, morphed into something stronger, deeper. My soulmate had found her way home to me. And I was ready to give up everything for her. Give up my fucking life if that’s what it took to keep her safe. To keep her by my side. I’d give my woman the world even if I had to burn it down to ashes and dust.
“Forever,” she mouthed to me right before she came.
“Forever,” I echoed, watching her fall over the edge.
There was nothing but me and her in the moments she clenched around me, her body going slack against my grip. I released my tight hold on her throat to give her air but kept stroking her skin with my thumb. Everything could be burning around us and I wouldn’t give a shit. The only person I had any care or appreciation for was her.
She pitched forward, leaning her forehead on my shoulder when she was spent, her breathing harsh and laboured. Carefully, I pressed her down onto the bed, rolling on top of her as I gripped her thigh for leverage. She closed her eyes as I thrust inside her, letting out a little sigh of happiness. Her hands gripped my back, keeping me there with her. My pace increased with my own need to find a release. And right before I did, her eyes flew open, catching me unawares.
I fell so hard, I thought I might fucking die with the pleasure. It raced up my spine with an intensity I had rarely experienced. Scarlett brought out these feelings inside me. It was all her. No one else ever had the ability to make me vulnerable. Make the dam burst around me and the floodgates rip open so wide, I didn’t think they would ever sit right inside me again.
I’d known this would happen if I fucked her when I could see her face. I’d barely managed to keep my head straight when we’d fucked Scarlett together the last time, but now we were alone, I was drowning in her. In those beautiful eyes holding the keys to my entire soul. She broke me and put me back together every time, just as I did her.
I buried my face in her neck to hide my emotional state from her scrutiny. In response, she pressed a kiss to my hair and stroked my back with her fingertips, as if reassuring me it was okay. She had me. She wouldn’t let me go or fall apart.
“My beautiful little Scar,” I whispered in her ear, “you make me happy. I hope you know that.”
She let out a breath, her hands flattening and tightening around me.
“Don’t make me cry. And you make me happy too.”
“I like making you cry.”
She snorted. I lifted off her but not before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I want you to go see his highness before he wakes up and surprise him with your cum-filled pussy.”
The blush spreading across her cheeks had me grinning as I sat up on my knees between her legs.
“You are incorrigible.”
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“Fine, I’ll tell him it’s your gift to him.”
I laughed, rubbing my hand over her bare thigh.
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”
She shook her head and sat up, pressing a kiss to my mouth.
“We all need to talk.”
Nothing good ever came with that statement. I stroked her cheek, not wanting her to think I was too concerned.
“About what?”
“Something Drake told me yesterday.”
Before I could question her further, she picked up her discarded t-shirt, tugged it over her head, and slipped off my bed.
“Scar…”
She looked back over her shoulder.
“I’m not mad. I just don’t like the secrets.”
Then she flounced out of my room, leaving me wondering what secrets she was referring to. And asking myself what the fuck Drake had told her. It’s not like I thought we should have any further secrets between us, but it could be anything.