Chapter 28 #2
A growl rumbles in his chest seconds before I turn and run up the stairs, racing to our bedroom.
He’s hot on my heels, chasing me down like the most delicious prey.
I slam the bedroom door, locking it as my heart pounds in the best way.
I didn’t think I’d ever feel so excited by the thought of him chasing me down and taking anything and everything he wants from me.
But I am. I’m practically panting with excited energy.
He pounds on the door as I slip my dress off my body, draping it over the chair in the corner of the room. The style didn’t really allow for under garments so it’s even easier to obey his command.
“Unlock it, Willow. I won’t hesitate to break this shit down to get to you.” He says, his voice muffled through the barrier between us.
I smile to myself, knowing he will absolutely break the door down. Part of me wishes he would, even though destruction of our own property shouldn’t be such a turn on.
“You have three seconds, pretty girl.” He says, and I take a hesitant step towards the door.
Will he really break it down?
“One…” I barely have time to decide my next move before the sound of splintering wood fills the room.
The door flies open, knocking against the wall behind it, sending pieces flying across the room.
He stalks across the space, not stopping until his hand is wrapped around my throat, gripping tightly as he leans my head back.
He captures my lips, nipping and sucking, his kiss needy and desperate.
My grip on his collar is commanding, but he doesn’t give in to me easily. He presses back into the kiss with a slow, deliberate force, stealing my breath until I have to break away.
“You think you’re in control,” I whisper, my voice rough and thick with desire.
His smirk curves like a knife’s edge, sinister but so sexy. “I don’t think. I know.”
Before I can retort, his hand catches my chin, tilting my face just enough to make me feel caged, exposed.
He doesn’t kiss me again, just holds me here, suspended on the edge of wanting him so badly I can barely stand it.
The heat between us draws tighter with every second he refuses to give me what I know we both want.
“Then prove it.” I laughed, low and husky, dragging my nails lightly down his shirt.
His answer comes without words. He closes the gap in one quick motion, his mouth hard against mine. His kiss that burns, unyielding, consuming, sharp edges and branding desire. When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathless, trembling from the weight of what little restraint we still have.
“You want me?” He asks, already knowing how badly I do. I’m practically dry humping his leg at this point. I nod furiously, my mind clouded with need.
“Beg me for it,” he says with a sexy smirk.
I shake my head, and he flexes his fingers against my throat before shoving me backwards onto the bed.
I land with a bounce before he peels his shirt off, his pants and boxer briefs following quickly.
He’s growing harder the longer he looks at me, biting his lip as his eyes trace every curve of my body.
I don’t cover up, not anymore, not for him.
He loves every inch, every stretch mark, every soft piece of me.
“Beg for this cock, baby. I wanna hear it.” He commands, his hand gripping his shaft where I want mine to be. I whimper, precum dripping from his tip and coating his swollen head.
“Please, Beck. Don’t make me wait,” my voice is tense and needy.
“Are you soaked for me already, pretty girl? You’ve just been standing there all night in your beautiful white dress with this bare pussy waiting for my cock?
” He crawls up to me, the bed dipping under the solid weight of his body.
Two thick fingers press into me with ease.
A moan rips from my throat, just one touch from him is enough to have me ready to combust.
“You know I am. You know I want you, Beck. I’ll beg for you, just please, please don’t make me wait any longer.
” I sigh, my mind cloudy with desire. He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, teasing me until my back bows off the mattress.
My body searches for his, needing more and more of him.
His mouth closes around my right nipple, tugging at my piercing, and I yelp, holding his head against my skin.
His tongue flicks the piercing, soothing the sensitive skin.
My internal muscles clench, desperately needing to be filled by him.
“Fuck, you are breathtaking when you beg, wife.” he whispers, sliding into me, burying himself to the hilt.
A deep groan rips from my throat. He buries his face in my neck, one of his favorite sensitive parts of me. He bites the flesh between my neck and shoulder, holding himself still inside me as our bodies become one.
“I will never get used to this feeling. Being so close to you this way, giving you everything you need, it’s all I ever want to do.” He pants heavily against my skin.
His thrusts become more and more reckless, more frantic, his tempo brutal and intense.
I bury my face against his shoulder as he moans with every thrust, his body tensing as his control slips.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come, I can’t hold it back.
“ Pressure builds at my core, my skin heating to the point of discomfort. “I can’t…I…oh, fuck, Beck…”
“Come for me, Willow. Come all over your husband’s cock. You’re mine,” he growls, one hand gripping my throat again, commanding my body. “All fucking mine, forever and ever.”
I fracture, my body writhing around his as my nails dig into his biceps hard enough to draw blood. He swells inside me, the sensation palpable, but his thrusts never falling out of sync until he spills himself deep inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” he roars, panting as he holds himself still above me. I can see the small twinges of pain drifting across his face, and I guide his body down to the mattress next to me.
Our hands thread together as our bodies begin to cool, our breathing evening out after several long minutes of comfortable silence.
“Thank you,” I say, offering him a small smile.
“For that? Anytime at all, my love.” He gives me a cocky grin, and I smack his shoulder.
“No. Well... yes, but no. Thank you for giving me back the pieces of myself I thought were lost forever. I can’t wait to see what comes next for us, Mr. Hayes.” I can’t stop smiling today, even if I wanted to.
“The possibilities are limitless, Mrs. Hayes.” He says, that perfect smile of his firmly in place.
I’l never be able to find the words to thank him for everything he’s done, but I’ll spend the rest of my life forever grateful that he brought me back.