Chapter 22
The two of us were like oil and water, fire and ice. Love and Hate. None of those things mixed, but Gage and I were drawn to each other, nevertheless. Apart, we straddled the border of sane, but together we were a nuclear meltdown waiting to happen. Toxic chemicals emitting fatal fumes.
None of that mattered when we were in bed because our compatibility in that single, intense place overrode the incompatibilities.
Katherine’s presence in the midst of our chaos was but a faint memory as his arms sheltered me, enclosed me in his possessive embrace.
We sat in the middle of the bed, naked, the sheets a puddle around our joined bodies.
Moans rent the air between frantic kisses.
I clung to his sweat-slicked chest, my cheek on his shoulder as I rode him.
“Baby, yes.” His strong hands gripped my hips, jerking me onto his cock in forceful plunges. “Fuck yes.” He groaned. “Take me deep.”
We came together at regular intervals. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Steady.
Sensual.
Sex in its basest form, yet what we were doing eclipsed fucking. We were crashing into each other in a wave of forgiveness, of absolution.
I cried out, just a few strokes away from creaming all over him. “Gage, please…oh God, please. I need to come.” I panted, teeth pulling on my lower lip.
“You don’t have permission.”
“Please…please…can’t hold back. Begging you…” I clawed at his shoulders, about to climb out of my skin and burrow into his.
He brought me down on his cock hard and held me there. “Look at me, baby.”
I veered back, my breath coming fast between parted lips, and met his gaze—his heated, seductive gaze that pulled me into the depths of intense blue. I could lose myself forever in those eyes. In his arms. In the joining of our bodies.
Forever didn’t seem long enough.
“Do I have your whole heart?” he asked, watching me closely.
“It beats for only you.”
“Do I own this body?”
“Always.”
“Am I yours?”
“I hope so.” I leaned forward and caught his mouth, taking what I needed. Hoping he’d give it to me.
And he did. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and moaned in a way that made me whimper. Low and deep in his throat. The taste of him sent me reeling.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips.
He expelled a shaky breath. “You have me. Nothing and no one is taking you from me, or I from you.” He ran a thumb over my lower lip. “Do you have something you need to ask me?”
Only every day for the rest of my life. “Will you forgive me?”
He pushed my damp bangs back and kissed my forehead. “You taught me about forgiveness, Kayla. You showed me what it meant to be forgiven. Because of your grace and heart, I learned to love. Baby, you were forgiven before you ever committed the crime.”
I kissed him again, tears flooding my eyes. Joy grabbing hold of my soul. “I love you, Gage.”
“Who am I, Kayla?”
“My Master.”
Always.