24. Olivia
It has always been you. There was no one else after you.
The words I have been dying to hear since he came back into my life, but no matter how many times I imagined them, I couldn’t have gotten close to the perfect way he said them.
Only you, babe.
Words. Everything I had wished to hear while I watched him sit on that couch in my bakery with Barbara.
I’m not ashamed that I wanted him even when I knew he was promised to someone else at the time.
“Only you, baby,” he leans down and kisses me.
His lips press softly against mine, but it is like a balm for my sore heart. His words and tender kiss are doing what I was attempting to do to his wound.
I want to ask what I’ve done to deserve him. To deserve a man who would lay down his heart and life for me.
I have him.
I never thought I would be bold enough to admit that he is, and has always been, mine. But Ronan Gallagher is mine: my soulmate, my twin soul.
I turn fully, wanting to deepen the kiss as much as I can.
He cups my cheeks with his strong hands. His tongue slips through my lips, spreading warm euphoria across my body.
He growls into my mouth, and the kiss gradually takes on a new dimension. One touching every pleasure organ in my body. I press my chest against him, and I feel his hard length pressing against my stomach.
Our tongues sway gently like the ocean back and forth on the shore. And like a torrent of waves, the heat skates down to my sex, pinching and swelling. He sweeps me off my feet, his hands clasping my ass as he lifts me off the floor.
I slip my legs around his waist, and he groans into my mouth, the sound reverberating deep in my throat and slipping down to awaken every need in my stomach.
It has only ever been him. No one else could make me feel like this. I have been spellbound for years. Drunk on a lost love.
He leads me to the bed and gets on one knee to lay me down on it.
“You are hurt,” I whisper into the kiss.
“I will die if I don’t have you right now,” he groans, then catches my chin between his teeth to bite gently. “I will die,” he bites down some more, and the waves bounce all around me, making me shiver and moan.
I will die if I don’t have you.
What have I done to deserve this man?
I let him take control, keeping my hands to myself so I don’t touch him in the wrong place.
He continues with his trail of bites down my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access. He groans into my skin, then bites down harder as if to mark and claim me. As if to draw blood. And I want him to. I want him to taste all of me as much as I want to taste all of him.
He bites so hard that if he keeps it up, he will break my skin. He soothes the spot with a swipe of his tongue.
“Undress, baby,” he rolls over, and I do as ordered. Fast. Then he unclasps his pants’ buttons and zips down to free his erection.
I don’t look away as I drag my shorts and toss them in the corner. I keep my eyes on the glint of precum on the head of his erection as I pull the sweater above my head, briefly interrupted by the wool covering my eyes.
Before I get it off me, his mouth covers one of my breasts, and he sends me back on the bed.
Then he plants a lip-bruising kiss on my mouth. He cups my sex with his free hand andthen paints a circle around my opening, smearingsome of my wetnesson my clit.
My legs spread wide,and my back arches, ready for him to take and claim me.
Mybody twitches with excitement as he brings his length near my opening. He then pushes inside of me, never pausing until he sinks deep, so deep, lost, and utterly buried in me that my mouth is hanging wide.
Everything becomes hazy. When he starts moving inside of me and branding me, everything else disappears.
I feel everything from my head to my toes coming together like a wave pulling itself into the sea before crashing on the shore. I feel it gathering in my stomach, waiting to explode.
He hits the right spot and keeps hitting it until it’s impossible to hold back anymore. I scream out so loud my throat burns, but not as much as my sex, as the inferno explodes and my release takes over me.
My vision turns hazy and my body dissolves as he keeps pounding, stuttering through his own release.
He unloads himself inside of me. I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding him as close as I can to my limp body.
“Mine,” I whisper the words just for my ears, but he picks up on it.
“Yours,” he rolls over and pulls me into his embrace. “I always have been, babe.”