Chapter Fifteen
Amber
The spray of the water hits us, soaking our frozen skin, warming what had already gone numb.
For a second, my gaze drifts to my finger, to the ring my father once gave my mother.
It catches the light, and something inside me swells.
My heart aches in the most beautiful way, still swooning from everything that just happened.
In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that kind of love from another person.
Not since my father died. Not like this.
The man standing before me, naked and stripped bare all the way to his soul, is not the same man I met in high school.
He’s stronger… more mature. We may be in our early twenties, but for the first time, I finally feel like we’re ready.
In only a month, I’ll be walking down the aisle towards him, heart beating faster than any step I can take, walking into a future that begins and ends with him.
“What’s on that pretty little mind?” he questions, pushing a wet strand of hair out of my eyes.
“Warmth… us… forever.” My eyes flutter to look up at him, losing myself in the tiny flecks of gold that make up his insanely brown eyes.
“Forever sounds amazing,” he murmurs, fingers lacing behind my head to draw me in closer. For a second, I lose myself in his kiss, liking the way his arm protectively fits around my back, securing me against the hard hills of his abs.
My hand wanders down his torso, tickling every hill until it’s securely around his erection, his eyes slitting ever so slightly.
“Your hand feels so good down there.”
“Does it?”
Seductively, I drop to my knees, coming eye to eye with his cock that’s already hard and waiting.
Will I even be good at this?
Has he had this done to him before?
Can I even compare?
The negative thoughts infect me before I can combat them, already losing the battle with my mind.
The thought of his body being shared with anyone else sends something sharp and possessive slicing through me.
I hate it. I hate the jealousy. But I can’t deny it either.
I want all of him. Every inch, every breath, and every fucking moan.
Eddie is mine! He wouldn’t have asked me to marry him again with my mother’s ring if I wasn’t.
“It’s okay, Amber, you don’t have to do that,” he whispers, even though it’s rough with desire.
“But I need to.” Our gazes meet in flames of madness, the fire burning between us like a scorching inferno. “It’s my turn to show you how much you mean to me.”
The steam curls around us like thick, warm smoke, swallowing everything outside of this moment.
Water rains down over his shoulders, sliding down the ridges of his chest, worshipping every muscle in subservience.
I let my fingers follow the lines, slower than normal, wanting to feel all of him, memorizing every inch so no other woman ever gets to.
He watches me with fire in his eyes, pupils blown wide, chest rising and falling like he’s fighting to stay in control.
I lower my head, my breath brushing against him, my lips inches from the tip of his cock.
He twitches, waiting for that initial first touch.
I look up through soaked lashes and wrap my hand around his base, slowly stroking, feeling the heat of him throb beneath my palm.
“Amber,” he rasps, jaw clenching out of habit. His hand brushes my cheek like he's not sure if he should stop me or beg me to keep going.
I press a kiss to the tip, then run my tongue down the underside, tasting him for the first time, learning the shape of him with my mouth like his dick is engrained with braille that will lead me further.
He groans, the sound guttural, like it's been ripped straight from his soul.
I take him in deeper, the slide slow and deliberate.
His hips jerk forward, but I hold him still, fingers digging into his thighs.
I want control. He needs to know what I felt out in the rain, the utter madness of being possessed by an unholy soul.
Hollowing my cheeks, I move with renowned purpose, letting my tongue swirl, tease, and take.
His hand finds the back of my head, guiding me to a rhythm he enjoys, anchoring me like he needs something to hold on to before he falls apart.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice nothing more than a choked whisper. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
Pulling away, I look up at him with confusion.
Am I doing it wrong?
“Did I do something wrong?”
His smile answers for him, wicked and eating up the attention like he’s been starving for weeks. “No, baby, you’re doing everything absolutely right.”
The praise makes something flutter and clench deep inside me, my core already aching for more.
My fingers find their way between my legs as my mouth encircles him again, moaning until the vibration causes him to shudder hard, fingers tightening in my hair.
I keep going, matching every sound he makes with deeper strokes, desperate to pull every last bit of pleasure from him, to remind him no one will ever love him like I can.
His body starts to tense, thighs rigid under my hands, muscles locking. I pull back just enough to whisper, “Let go, Eddie. I want all of it.”
And when he does, it’s with a broken growl, his release rolling hot over my tongue, hands trembling in my hair as his body unravels. I stay there, swallowing everything, claiming him the only way I know how.
Before I can rise on my own, Eddie’s hands slide under my arms, pulling me to my feet.
His lips crash into mine, sucking and licking the remnants of his cum from my lips, igniting him like gasoline through an engine.
The kiss is rough, more hunger than tenderness as he pushes me aggressively backward, back hitting the cold tile wall, the dominance shining in his eyes with a vengeful need to even the score.
His hands trail down my sides, squeezing my hips, dragging me closer until I feel the length of him pressing against my entrance. He grips my wrist and turns me gently, guiding my palms to flatten against the slick ceramic tile as the water beats down on my back, my pulse racing in my ears.
“You’re mine,” he growls behind me, voice low and wrecked with emotion.
“Then take me,” I whisper, not even recognizing my own voice.
One hand stays on my hip while the other slides between my legs, fingers testing how ready I am for him. I gasp, arching my back to grind against his hand that’s deliberately teasing me.
“Do you like it when I play with you this way?” he rumbles against my ear, fingers digging even deeper inside.
My head bobs weakly, falling victim to his touch as he squeezes my breasts, tugging and pulling on the nipples.
Slowly, he retracts his hand, angling me harder, lining me up until his head is pressed against me and dragging slowly through my already slick folds. Inch by inch he sinks in, teasing and torturing me with every glorious inch.
I grip the tile harder, fingernails biting into the grout, chunks of it flaking onto the floor. My moans bounce around the bathroom, my body enjoying how the stretch soothes and burns all at once.
Eddie groans behind me, the vibration brushing the sensitive part of my ear seconds before his teeth sink into the delicate part of my flesh, biting me so hard it draws blood.
“God, Amber,” he murmurs, like I’m breaking him apart, his inner vampire bursting through with a vengeance. “I’ve never wanted to mark someone more than you. To make you mine forever.
“Then do it,” I moan, loving how his cock seductively pistons in and out of me. Everything is slow at first, like he’s purposely savoring every second of it. With a snap of his hips, his thrusts become deeper and more punishing, the sound of skin to skin echoing in the steam.
My forehead drops to the tile, his hands tugging and pulling at my breasts as he sucks at the same spot on my neck, teeth breaking my flesh. The pain numbs to adrenaline, our fantasies mixing in a strange dark correlation.
Harder and faster he thrusts, slamming into me with vicious purpose. My hands slip against the wet wall, my moans growing louder and more frantic.
“Eddie,” I scream out just as he grabs my wrists, holding me steady, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“Stay put,” he rasps, right against my ear. “Be a good girl and keep your hands there.”
Fuck, never has something sounded hotter.
“Fuck me like you own me,” I bite out, the pain becoming a wicked addiction.
He groans like the words wreck him, and his rhythm falters for the briefest second before he pushes even deeper, burying himself inside me so fully it feels like every part of him is in side of me.
Every thrust sends sparks shooting up my spine, pressure coiling tighter in my belly. I feel myself unraveling, pulled under by everything he’s giving me, everything we are in this moment.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I’ll only stop when your cum coats my dick,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’ll never finish first again.”
The wet slaps mixed with the unison of our moans sends me over the edge…
spiraling… falling… coming undone under his merciless touch.
This isn’t just surrender; it’s a fucking vow.
A vow of everything we haven’t said, spoken in skin and breath, sealed by the thundering of two hearts that only bleed for each other.
As his seed occupies every inch his cock can’t take, I feel the gruff rumble of his voice against my neck, the possessiveness of his hands as they manhandle my breasts, and the desperation of his breath as it fights through the gasps, his voice becoming a violent predator in the room as it begs to be heard.
“I’ll always fucking own you, Amber. I could be dead, buried, and rolling in my grave, but even in the afterlife, my heart will always only beat for you.” He seals his words with a possessive kiss; one I feel all the way in my toes that finally aren’t frozen anymore.